Life as a good little girl/A sheer white blouse and pleated schoolgirl skirt
From Create Your Own Story
You're quite nervous about the fact that Tiffany left the change room with your clothes, and more so when you realize you accidentally gave her your new thong as well. Completely naked, you turn to see what Tiffany picked out for you. At first glance it looks very mundane; basically a school uniform.
You lift the blue pleated skirt off the bench. Your first hope is that it's actually a 'skort' like a lot of uniforms you've seen. Nope. And it's definitely not long enough to be a school uniform. Then you realize just how small it is. The tag inside says age 6-7! No wonder it seems so short! But it's the only thing you have, so you begrudgingly step into it and guide it up your legs. It is already getting tight as you pull it up your thighs, but thankfully the waistband is elastic and has quite a lot of give. Getting it over your butt is challenging. The elastic stretches to its limit but you manage to get it up and over.
Looking in the mirror you cringe slightly. You've never shown off so much leg before. If you had a pair of heals, and it wasn't a schoolgirl's skirt, you think that this might actually make you look older. But then you think how dangerous this skirt is. The pleating is very flowy and the waist doesn't want to sit on your hips, instead pulling itself higher up your body as the elastic tries to pull itself closed. You know that running in this would be a bad idea, but even bending over or sitting could be risky. You pull down on the skirt a bit before grabbing the next item.
As soon as it's in your hands you know that this blouse has the same problem as your skirt. It's too small! But you have the same lack of options so slip your arms in anyway. The button up blouse is sleeveless and, thankfully, kind of cute. Getting both of your arms in is hard, and it is very tight across your back after you do, but at least you get it on. Even if a lot of your midriff is exposed the top doesn't seem so bad. Until you try to button it up. No matter how hard you pull, you can't get the buttons to meet. The shirt has no stretch at all and won't go the last inch that you need. But you notice that the front lapels are a bit longer than the rest of the shirt. Sighing, you lift the shirt a little higher and painstakingly tie the lapels into a tiny knot.
Raising your eyes to the mirror again you find two surprises: your nipples! Although not transparent by any means, the blouse isn't exactly opaque. Two blurry dots are visible through the fabric, separated by the vertical gap of skin offered by the unbuttoned top. You nervously pull down on your skirt again which only accentuates your midriff. You're not sure if this outfit makes you look older or younger. But you're certain about one thing:
You're the sluttiest schoolgirl you've ever seen.
Maybe Tiffany doesn't know what size you are. Does she actually want you to dress like this?
You crack the door to the change room and peer outside cautiously.
"Uh, Tiff?"
You can't see her.
"Tiffany?" you try again, a bit louder.
Wait here for Tiffany to come back.
She didn't leave you here, did she? She has your money! You'd better find her.
