A pair of girls?

You are distracted, but not enough to miss the door. You are half afraid, half hoping it to be one of the guards coming to ravage you, to do something about burning fire building in your loins. Instead, a pair of girls walk into the room, closing the door behind them. That they did so without escort or being pushed into the room makes a marked difference from your own entrance. What more, these girls look different from Jackie and yourself in the fact that they are clothed in a school girl uniform like the ones you saw when you first entered the grounds. Both girls wear collars, but unlike the thick metal and leather collar you are wearing, theirs could easily be mistaken for the thin leather chokers that are popular among some goth girls, a small metal tag hanging from the centre matching your own. Each girl is also holding a package in her hands. Both look to be slightly older than you or Jackie by a year at most. The girl on the left is tall, well defined and muscular, with vibrant blue hair tied in a braid going down to her thighs, her C-cup breasts looking somewhat small due to her general size. The girl on the right could be a model of Moorish beauty, her dusky olive skin, slender form and slightly wavy black hair ringing a perfectly formed face with dark almond shaped eyes. She is on the shorter side, similar in size to your own new form, and with a nice pair of firm looking B-cups rounding out her chest. They walk further into the room, placing their packages down on the desk at the foot of the bed, and then move over to the side. They both clearly see you two, but seem unbothered by the display. The smaller Moorish girl will call out in a quiet clear tone, with a pleasing, almost musical slight lilt in her voice. "8514? 8515? My name is Durra, and this is Maya." She will gesture to the blue haired girl at her side. "We are your Advisors for the Program, and we are going to need to get you fully settled down and introduce you to what is expected. For that to happen, you need to listen and obey our commands. Is that clear? Now, come down here, then turn and face the pole of the bunk bed, and hold it tightly." You can sense just a hint of apprehension in her voice, coupled with a hint of... fear, perhaps?

You eye those girls warily. While if they were Advisors, perhaps you could get some answers to the many questions you had about what the hell was going on. However, her commands sounded sketchy, and the idea of obeying simply because someone told you so chafed at you - mind you, that is what got you sent to this school in the first place, so it clearly was not working all that well for you as a strategy. Jackie looks up to you, her face fearful as well, but looking to you for guidance - it appeared as though she was going to follow your lead. So much for depending on her judgment. Your mind races as you decide.