Naoto walked up to Kanji at school the next morning. The first thing he noticed was that there was something notably different about her.
"So, Naoto…you…stopped taping down your chest?" Naoto looked flustered.
"Umm…yeah. Being more feminine wasn't as weird as I thought, so I figured I'd give it a shot. Is it really so…obvious?" Kanji decided to change the subject.
"Sooo…what's that?" Kanji asked, pointing out a box she was holding.
"Oh! Umm, right, I wanted to give this back." It was the box he put her dress in. It stung a little, but he figured he'd at least he'd have good memories of the night before.
"Not permanently of course," Naoto said with a reassuring smile, "but it needs a few adjustments. Here." Naoto grabbed Kanji's hand and took out a pen. "Okay, here are my measurements, and my cell number. Feel free to call anytime if you need any…help." She leaned in and kissed him gently on the cheek. "Or, y'know…anything else. See ya!" She walked off. Kanji smiled wryly.