Log: Music Room 3, Calling for Tamaki
Standing by herself in the back changeroom, Haruhi found herself staring at an image of a girl she had been in high school...the difference being that instead of a high school uniform, she was indeed dressed up as a traditional french maid complete with white lacy stockings. The urge to rip off the outfit had to be pushed down rather violently as thoughts of a certain person doubling or tripling her debt came to mind. Probably even be made to pay for the amount the dress costed as well. The girl didn't even want to begin thinking about the price of this outfit. She sighed. It probably would be able to pay for all her meals the rest of the year.

Although...she poked at some of the hem. The laciness was rather adorable. She shook her head and sighed. Just because she didn't act feminine doesn't mean she didn't have any feminine emotions. Although just because she is a girl, didn't mean she enjoyed wearing these strange maids outfits. It didn't even look good on her anyway, women had to have those big showy breasts to look good in these outfits right? Well, she'd fine out sooner or later. She'd also find out sooner or later whether the girls would recognize her as a being of their gender or pass it off as a group crossdressing exercise.

Do girls really enjoy this kind of thing?

Haruhi didn't understand. There were quite a few things Haruhi didn't understand but it's not like she could let those things get to her, right? ...She paused and forced her gaze away from the image in front of her. Maybe if she just...ignored what she was wearing and went on as per usual, things would go alright. Hands went down to smooth the black material down, mentally forcing herself to pretend that she was just in the ouran school dress uniform. She's worn it once or twice before so it's not big deal anyway.

Right?

Hesitantly, the young girl pushed aside the material that hid her from the music room, taking a tentative step out and revealing herself for the first time that day since arrival.