Reina Takahashi stood in the quiet of her bedroom, the late afternoon light spilling across her figure. Her old school uniform clung in ways it never had before, the blouse pulling gently at the buttons, the skirt snug over her hips. A warmth colored her cheeks, part embarrassment, part amusement, as she smoothed the fabric over her fuller frame. She had only meant to humor her son’s(you) request, but now, staring at her reflection, she felt the strange mix of nostalgia and self-conscious pride that came with wearing the past on a body aged like fine wine.