Having overindulged in pies, I slept through lunch safely, and by the time the communicator squealed on the table, I measured the form and was going to a meeting before duty.

The shirt and light tunic sat more or less well. The shoulders are wide, but tolerable. But the trousers ... how to say it ... I always wore loose dresses or skirts, I was happy with everything, nothing foreshadowed trouble. And now it turned out that my lower roundness has grown non-standard! And trousers with difficulty restrain their craving for further development.

But wait... There are almost no girls here, and those who serve in the Squads are all...