Jamie wrote: Dress Code by Jamie
Hello, I posted a couple of stories a while ago that happened to me, but I thought I'd write a few fictional ones just for fun.
This first one is about a girl who gets transported to a parallel universe where everything's a little bit different.
On her way home from school Georgia suddenly became aware that her vision was going blurry. It was very gradual, and it was only when she could no longer read the street sign in front of her that she realised it. To begin with she was confused, but she wasn't hugely worried. It wasn't until she couldn't properly see where she was going that she became really worried about what was happening to her. She stumbled over to her house and made her way inside. Fortunately her younger brother was home, and she hadn't needed to unlock the door. At this point her vision had gone almost completely white, so she fumbled around her, feeling her way down the hallway until she reached her room. She clumsily shut the door and flopped down on her bed. Despite not being tired she quickly fell asleep.
Strangely, her mother did not wake her for dinner, and it was not until the following morning that she woke up. To her surprise, she discovered that she was naked. She soon found the clothes she had been wearing the day before on the floor next to her bed. She got dressed and went out to the kitchen to get some food. Her mother was perched on a stool stirring eating a bowl of cereal. This was not unusual, as her mother regularly did this. What was unusual was her lack of clothes.
“Clothes?” Georgia inquired of her mother.
“Why bother?”
Since Georgia rarely questioned her mother's behaviour, she decided that was enough explanation and began getting herself some food. Once she had eaten she grabbed her bag and left for school.
The first indication that something was wrong was when she encountered her neighbour walking the dog wearing nothing but a short t-shirt. She did not comment, but her neighbour noticed her surprise. Georgia had dismissed her mother's undress, but her neighbour and her experience the day before meant that something was up.
She soon got to school and made her way to class. Once everyone had arrived, the teacher informed everyone that those who had missed last week's assembly would have to go now to the gym to catch up. Georgia was confused, since there hadn't been an assembly last week and she hadn't missed any school. She decided that she ought to go and find out what this was about.
When she arrived at the gym, their dusty old fossil of a Principal Mr Hayes got up to address the students. He began, “I expect you've all been wondering why I gathered you here today.” He chuckled, and the students collectively groaned. This seemed to bring Mr Hayes some pleasure, and he smiled before continuing, “the news may have reached you that the school will be adopting a new dress code. This will be a short assembly explaining the new rules. I'd like to ask a few students to help me demonstrate.” It was at this point that Georgia realised that she had made the mistake of sitting right at the front.
“You, Georgia,” she was surprised that the old fart knew her name, “you wouldn't mind giving me a hand with the girls’ rules, would you?” It was pointless to refuse, so Georgia reluctantly got up from her seat and stood in front of the students.
Mr Hayes turned to face her and started speaking to her softly, “the first thing I want you to do is take of your shorts and replace them with this skirt as I'm talking.”
Georgia was taken aback, but before she could reply he could turn to face the students again. “The first aspect is that girls will be required to wear skirts like this one.” He glanced towards her before gesturing as if to say “hurry up!” Georgia stopped hesitating and tried to ignore that a whole lot of students were watching her undress.
Mr Hayes continued, “skirts should not be too long, like this one.” He gestured towards Georgia, and continued, “but should be above the knees, like this one.” He turned around and gestured again. Georgia realised that this was going to take longer than she thought. She turned around, with her back facing the students, and lowered the skirt. She was partway through pulling it down when she realised she was pulling her panties as well, exposing her butt to the students. The were a few giggles, and Georgia went bright red. She jerked her panties up, in her haste giving herself a slight wedgie, and put on the next skirt.
Mr Hayes continued, “in summer you will be wearing properly sleeved shirts, so this singlet of Georgia's will have to go.” He indicated that she should be removing her tank top, which she hesitantly did. Mr Hayes caught sight of her pale pink bra and exclaimed, “oh, deary me, this thing will have to go.” He turned to face the students again, “you know, there's research that says that these bras do no good whatsoever for your, erm, upper bodies, so they won't be permitted in the new dress code.” He turned back to Georgia, “off! Off! off!” He squeaked. Georgia was terrified, and going very red, but she obliged. When she finished taking her bra off, she was surprised that Mr Hayes was not handing her the next item to model. Instead he was talking to the students. He turned for a moment and put his arm around her bare shoulders, steering her to face the students. “Boys, and girls,” he quietly added, “I’d just like to mention what a lovely, well formed body this young woman in front of you has.” A little flicker of amusement pierced Georgia's embarrassment, and she very momentarily forgot that she was topless in front of a hundred students. She knew that the old man was a pervert, but this was more than she had ever expected he'd do.
Her embarrassment returned and she went bright red again. After what seemed to be an eternity, Mr Hayes handed her a shirt and she put it on.
“The other thing I'll get young Georgia to show you is your new gym uniform. It's been designed to improve your exercise.” Mr Hayes picked up what appeared to be a bikini bottom and a crop top, and indicated that she put it on. Georgia realised that she would not get away with only partially stripping, and reluctantly removed her top, exposing her breasts again. Somehow the gym uniform had made its way to the floor below her and she had to bend over, her breasts hanging down giving the students an excellent view, and pick it up off the ground. She pulled the top over her head and chest. It covered a little bit more that she had expected, but her feminity was still very visible, in particular, her nipples poked out in the stretchy fabric, rudely breaking the curve of her breasts. Next she had to remove her skirt and panties to put on the bottoms. This exposed her recently shaven pussy, although the beginnings of hair had begun to grow back, leaving an uneven sight to the students. The bottoms got stuck halfway up, and so she was exposed for much longer than she had mentally prepared herself for. Finally she got them up to her waist and she stood up straight in front of the students, slightly proud of herself for not bursting into tears.
Mr Hayes grinned at her, “well, I won't keep you any longer, thank you.” He slapped her on the bum all too forcefully as she turned to her seat and she stumbled slightly, not enough to fall over, but enough to send her into the boy sitting next to her, who received a facefull of poorly clothed boobs. To top it all off, the boy properly grabbed onto her boobs as he lifted her off him, but at this point, Georgia just wanted to get out of there, dead or alive.
I'll post part two soon, reply if you have any requests.
LBS wrote: Re: Dress Code by LBS
Bit of a different premise, but very well written. Can't wait to see what happens when she's among her classmates.
Jamie wrote: Dress Code Part 2 by Jamie
Georgia hurried off to class, eager to forget the ordeal. After she realised that she'd never make it out of the gym before the rest of the students, she'd decided instead to hang back and wait until it had emptied. She’d managed to escape talking to Mr Hayes, who'd approached her again at the end of the assembly, by ducking into the toilets to change back into her clothes.
Unfortunately, this meant she arrived quite late to class. This initially only earned her was a disapproving glance from the teacher, but she felt bad about it nonetheless. Later in the period the teacher started picking on her, getting her to answer questions about the first bit of the lesson, which she had missed. Clueless about one of the answers, she had to sit there, dumbly staring into space, unable. This irritated the teacher, although Georgia couldn't imagine why, since she could hardly be expected to know the answer, and the teacher knew it.
Eventually the teacher cracked. He thought for a moment and then came up with a bizarre punishment. He ordered Georgia to stand up on her desk, and said, “you can stay up there for as long as what you missed of my lesson.” Georgia got up and stood on her desk. She looked at the clock and her heart sank when she realised that if her teacher continued this punishment she'd be late to her next period as well, and her next teacher would not be as indirect.
As the rest of the period went on in silence, she became away that the boy sitting behind her could see up her skirt. Had she still been wearing the shorts she had put on that morning, it would not have been a problem, but after the assembly, Mr Hayes had insisted she wear clothes according to the new dress code. Of course, without the assembly, she wouldn't have been late to class anyway.
Georgia knew her embarrassment was irrational, after all, half the school had just seen her basically naked. But somehow, this one boy catching a tiny glimpse of her panties embarrassed her just as much. At the end of the period he walked past her and subtly stroked her thigh. Georgia indignantly opened her mouth to complain, but thought better of it, reasoning that if she wanted to get to her next class, she ought to keep her mouth shut. After an eternity, her teacher told her she could go to her next class.
Her next class was Health with Ms Walker, who had a reputation for harsh punishments. It was just before she walked in to the class that Georgia remembered that everything was weird, if Ms Walker's punishments were normally pretty bad, what would they be like today? As she feared, Ms Walker was not in a great mood. Georgia tried to explain her lateness, but this did not help.
“I don't care why you're late! Just get to your seat, and I'll deal with you later.”
“But, Ms W…”
“I don't care!”
“I’m sorry, Ms…”
“Enough!” The room went properly silent. “If you want to be paid attention to so much you'll be today's model. Take your shirt off.”
“Wwhat?”
“I said, ‘take your shirt off’.” It just so happened that they would be covering breasts that day in Health. Georgia sighed. Most of the people in her Health class had not been at the assembly, and now they would all get an intimate view of her upper body. Beneath all the layers of humiliation and embarrassment, a part of Georgia secretly liked this. She had always felt slightly underappreciated, and this chance to show off her body excited her.
Ms Walker got going with the lesson, explaining the structure of the breast, while Georgia obligingly stood there.
It was about halfway through the lesson when one of the male students in the class raised his hand, “Ms Walker, you said this was going to be a bit of a hands on lesson?”
“Oh yes,” she replied. “I’d almost forgotten.” She reached into a box on her desk and pulled out a plastic model of a female chest, “I brought a model, but since we have a living, breathing one, I think well use that instead.” She gestured towards Georgia who stood still in shock, as what Ms Walker had said started to sink in.
Having been promised a chance to play with real breasts, the class started to become restless. Very soon Ms Walker sikpky gave up and let them loose. All of a sudden, twenty pairs of hands were groping at her chest. It was at this point that Ms Walker chose to intervene. “Alright! One at a time!” While an improvement for each individual student, this was not much of an improvement for Georgia. Now, the whole class watched while each student got up and played with her boobs for a few seconds.
One girl, with whom Georgia had a small rivalry, took this as an opportunity to hurt Georgia, and she twisted one of Georgia's nipples, eliciting a small cry from Georgia. This did not go unnoticed by Ms Walker, who shouted at the girl, giving her the same treatmentment she had given to Georgia. Now there were two, living, breathing, topless models for the class (although the second, much to Georgia's amusement, had been made to strip of her bottom half as well.
The boys were more gentle, some of them, Georgia noted, had some experience with the female body, giving her quite a pleasurable experience. She noticed her nipples going hard, and she classified each boy as he passed: “virgin, virgin, not virgin, virgin, not virgin, boob massage god, virgin…” This information would prove useful later on.
Finally the period ended, and Georgia could put her clothes back on. When she returned to her seat she discovered that her top had been stolen. She appealed to Ms Walker, who just said “tough luck.” Georgia knew that was all the help she'd get, so she swallowed and walked out of the classroom, chin held high, chest bare.
Part three is being written, should be out soon