A new, more revealing dress code

It doesn't take you long to figure out what you want to write next. But first, you erase the rule about pigtails. While you were hesitant to do so, your new idea might end up creating a conflict if you weren't careful, and you would rather not risk something bad happening because of it quite yet. You watch as Christina's pigtails becomes undone and her hair cascades back down behind her shoulders, then write down your next rule.

OLD RULE: The only clothing petite women are allowed to wear are panties, thongs, and bikini bottoms.

This time the change is instantly noticeable. One moment Christina is wearing clothes, and the next she is practically naked. Even knowing what was going to happen, you are still shocked at the sudden exposure. Your eyes roam over her bare upper body, paying particular attention to her tiny tits, now fully revealed to you for the first time ever. They looked like they would fit almost perfectly in the palm of your hand, and were adorned with perfectly-sized dark brown nipples that were slightly erect from the cool air of the cafe.

Looking around, you notice that the two petite women you saw earlier were also now without clothing. The businesswoman from earlier was now sipping on her coffee clad in little more than a pair of conservative white panties. Meanwhile, the waitress was making the rounds in just a green apron... at least it looks that way, until she turns her back to you to give a customer their drink, showing that she is wearing a pair of green panties with the store's logo on her behind. Still, you were confused: just like when you made all of the waitress' topless, the petite waitress is wearing an apron even though she should only be wearing panties. Do aprons not count as clothes?

"Hey, are you listening to me?" Christina asks.

You look back at her face, which is conveying only mild annoyance. You can't help but notice that she is still wearing her earrings. Apparently, jewelry doesn't count as clothing either. Though at least that made more sense to you.

"Uh, sorry babe," you tell her sheepishly, "I'm a little distracted right now."

"Oh, I bet," Christina says sarcastically, her eyes following yours over to the petite waitress. At first you think she was going to chew you out for so blatantly checking out another girl while she was talking to you, but to your surprise she says, "Poor girl. The first year's always the roughest."

"Huh?" you ask, now looking over at your girlfriend.

"You see how much she's adjusting her apron?" Christina explains, "She's clearly still uncomfortable with wearing so little in front of people. Probably only turned 18 a few months ago."

You look back at the waitress, and immediately see what Christina is talking about now that you weren't preoccupied with the girl's firm butt. Even with her service-industry smile, the girl is noticeably nervous when she thinks someone is looking at her, and whenever she gets the chance she tugs at her apron to make sure she is covering her otherwise bare chest and not showing too much.

"I wouldn't be surprised if she took this job just so she could wear that," Christina muses, "I know plenty of petite women who take food service jobs for just that reason."

Suddenly, it clicks in your head. The aprons weren't being considered clothing as much as they were protective equipment. And when you think about it, it makes sense: the last thing a topless woman would want is to have searing hot coffee spilled on their chest. You guess that similar exceptions to your new rule were made in other jobs with similar risks, or for poor weather. Still, while you don't want to make things unsafe for petite women, you think of a simple solution to the conundrum that would also give you a good idea of what the Rulebook was capable of. You go back to the Rulebook and write:

NEW RULE: Protective wear for petite women must be made as revealing and/or sexy as possible without compromising safety.

You know that it worked even before you look up when Christina sighs and says, "It's a shame that the new aprons make that a moot point though."

You look over at the waitress and immediately see what Christina means. A woman you presume to be the store's manager was now talking to the blonde waitress, and draped across her arm was the new apron in question. It was made of some kind of clear transparent plastic-looking material that would show everything underneath it. The petite waitress' eyes bug out, and she starts shaking her head in protest. But another word from the manager make her close her mouth and nod, reluctantly taking the new apron.

"Yeah, that does suck," you say, doing your best to hide a grin as the poor girl was lead to the back to change into her new uniform by the manager.

"It'll be good for her in the long run though," Christina points out, "She wouldn't have been able to wear that apron all the time regardless, and the faster she gets used to being exposed, the happier she'll be. Kind of like diving into cold water, really."

"So what about you?" you ask her, "You really aren't embarrassed anymore about having to wear only panties?"

"Only on days when I'm feeling particularly self-conscious," Christina answers, "Otherwise, I'm pretty used to it by now. Plus, it's a pretty big ego-boost knowing that people think you're sexy. Ooh, speaking of which, do you like my new thong?"

Christina stands up and moves over to give you a good look, and your jaw nearly falls off in shock. Christina is wearing a skimpy black lace thong that bordered on being a g-string, with only a triangle of floral print fabric covering her crotch from view. Watching her turn in place, you see that her ass is even more exposed, the back of the thong going into her crack and leaving her light brown buttcheeks completely visible to everyone in the cafe.

Christina looks over her shoulder at you and says with a grin, "I'll take the expression on your face as a yes. I know it's a little more ass than I usually show, but I feel like I need to start being more adventurous around you, especially since we're starting to get serious."

Seeing that you're still too stunned to say anything, your girlfriend gives you the adorable pout you're so familiar with and asks, "It's... it's not too much, is it?"

You quickly stammer out, "N-No, no of course not! You should wear stuff like that more often."

Christina chuckles as she sits back down, "I'm not sure I'm ready to wear thongs this small every day, but I'll definitely keep that in mind on our date nights."

It's about this time that the petite waitress from earlier returns to work, wearing her new apron that didn't hide anything. From the girl's small pink nipples, to her flat belly, to the fact that the panties she was wearing underneath had the store's logo on the crotch as well, everything was now visible for the patrons to see. And the poor girl knew it too, as her movement around the cafe had slowed with her nerves, and she was doing all she could to keep something in between her chest and any wandering eyes, though that was a futile effort on her part.

You can't help but be proud at how you were choosing the kinds of rules to implement. Your girlfriend is now perfectly fine with showing everything off that you could only imagine before, and you were still able to embarrass the poor blonde waitress some, which honestly was almost as arousing for you as Christina's new attire was. Was there any way you could make things even better?