me until we can figure out what to do with you or your parents come to fetch you... and if you don’t change your clothes you’ll not only be laughed at, but you’ll also be sent to the headmaster’s office. And then they’ll realise you’re not supposed to be there. If we’re lucky, you can just blend in with one of my uniforms.’ She eyes Alexandra for a moment. ‘You look around my size.’
If ‘ around’ is two sizes smaller and skinny as hell . She’ll just have to wear a belt, Bianca decides.
And roll the sleeves up.
If they’re lucky, Bianca’s shoes will fit her, at least.
‘Uniforms?’ Alexandra questions.
‘Look, just... change. Okay?’ Bianca sighs as she reaches for her school shirts, selecting the one that’s always been a little too small and laying it out on the bed. ‘I’ll...’ She turns back in time to see the Princess stepping out of her dress, revealing long, slender legs and her breasts pushed up by the corset. Bianca gapes at her and turns away again, muttering to herself.
‘You need... You need to take off the corset and that, too... I’ll... I’ll give you a bra and stuff...’ She opens one of her drawers and retrieves a pink bra with delicate black lace and the matching knickers, both of which she lays on the bed by the shirt. Lastly she grabs a pair of black trousers and drops them onto the pile.
‘You... put these on.’ She points at the clothes and Alexandra nods her understanding. ‘While I... go pee.’ She turns away without looking back at the undressing girl once and leaves the room, heading straight into the bathroom opposite and locking the door behind her.
*
Five minutes later she’s still splashing water on her face trying to wake up because, surely , this is a dream. It has to be .
‘I’ve rescued a princess from a dungeon and now she’s wearing my bra...’ she mutters at her face in the mirror. ‘I think I’ve finally lost my mind.’
There’s a timid knock on the door and Bianca unlocks and opens it, nervously. Alexandra is standing outside, the knickers on but the rest of her decidedly uncovered, with the exception of her hair cascading down around her shoulders and over her chest and the really annoying conical hat that’s still on her head .
‘Erm...?’ Bianca says, blinking at her face. Her face .
‘I know not what I should do with this garment,’ Alexandra says. She holds up the bra and Bianca snaps out of her oh-my-god-naked-princess-in-my-bathroom trance.
Bianca pulls a face and takes the bra off her. ‘Like this,’ she tells her, holding it out with the straps open. ‘Arms through here.’ Alexandra steps into it and Bianca steps behind her, pulling the clasp together. ‘Hands.’ She guides Alexandra’s hands to the catch and helps her to pull it together and make it lock. Her knuckles brush over the smooth skin of Alexandra’s back and it’s all she can do not to just go commit herself to a mental institution on the spot.
Surely, she’s lost her mind. And if she hasn’t, she will do soon because she’s only human , damn it.
She takes a deep, calming breath and steps back, moving to stand in front of the princess once more. ‘There.’
Alexandra looks down at herself. ‘May I ask, what is the function of this constrictive garment?’
‘Says the girl in the corset!’ Bianca exclaims. Seeing Alexandra’s confused look, she sighs. ‘It... it keeps your boobs perky and private.’
‘Boobs?’
Bianca pokes the left cup of her bra. ‘Boobs. Breasts. Chest. Whatever. Keeps it perky and it’s so your nipples don’t show and then the boys can’t perv on you. Well, mostly. You’re lucky my bra even fits you.’ She eyes her for a moment. ‘You’re at least one size smaller.
‘It is comfortable.’ Alexandra pokes herself on the chest. ‘Boobs?’
Bianca turns away and lets her forehead hit the bathroom wall. ‘Oh, god help me. I have to take this girl to school with me,’ she