Natsuko, of course, follows Sakura all the way to her closet, almost pressing against the smaller woman as she peers over her shoulder at the available possibilities...and makes a face.<br/><br/>"I don't think much of this will fit me very well.  Not that I mind a nice, tight fit!  But it does tend to make the boys pass out from massive nosebleeding, and I don't really need Miss Pissy Prissy Cop breathing down the back of my neck over it.  Have you got a nice light sun dress or something?  Errr...not too flowery, though.  I feel kind of weird wearing that stuff."<br/><br/>Did she notice the girl de-transforming?  Did she care?  Hard to tell.  Instead, she leaned closer still, close enough that her full breasts pressed against Sakura's back.<br/><br/>"Or...maybe you'd rather just go<em>au naturel</em>?  Since it's just me and you in here."