It is a story of a certain summer day…

I was fourteen at the time, when a local seamstress proposed an idea after taking a good look at my usual clothes. “You have such a nice face”, she said, “And yet, all you wear are rags. I am sure that a nice dress would make you blossom more! Do you want me to make you one?”

I, on the other hand, was not interested in looking neither pretty, nor attractive, but the fact that my attire was at its last legs was true enough, so I didn’t refuse the offer, it was free of change, too. In fact, my wardrobe at the time consisted of robes father used when he was a child and some shirts with pants.

Honestly, as opposed to the wonders of magic, such trivial matters as clothes weren’t worth my attention. However, a freebie was still a freebie, and my pride wouldn’t have allowed me to let this chance slip.

I certainly wasn’t expecting the following course of action.

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“Now, Marie-chan, I need you to take off your clothes, so I can take proper measurements”

Obviously, I obeyed, but…

“Now, let’s see what we have here…”

… Her expression turned into one of pity in a moment…

“Oh, dear me, I never thought… I mean, you always wear such baggy clothes… I thought they are bigger… But… Maybe because you are elf…”

… She bowed… Her chest went boing-boing…

“I am sorry for this, Marie-chan. I am sure they will grow, and if they won’t, I heard there are males who love this kind of thing. You know, they do sometimes say that smaller is better”

… And I felt a deep sense of loss inside of me.