A skirt (Girl route)

You open up your draw to find a neatly folded and skirt. Not living on campus in the dorms had it's bonuses (mainly having your mother do your laundry for you).

With a sigh, you decide it's probably best to wear a uniform to school and not your old tank-top and boy shorts. Pulling off your pajamas, you find yourself idling naked in front of your mirror. The vision that your mirror gifts you is of a young woman in quite an indecent state. You may have reached puberty a little later than your peers, but Damn, had it hit you hard.
Your breasts had the gravity (or lack-of) of youth, but were swollen with new growth hanging nicely over a waist that was only recently contrasted by a pair of hips that flowed out creating a seductive shape. With a bite of a lip and a glance down south, your slit was all but hidden behind a fuzzy bush of pubic hair. Your shoulders sagged, knowing that you had never needed to shave for a man, despite your beckoning warmth begging for adventure. You silence the lust by pulling on some black panties, and caging your breasts with a (too-small) plain black bra. Your skirt, shirt, and stockings follow, but before you head out of your room and down-stairs, you roll the skirts waistband over itself a few times to lift the hem of the skirt. Another small modification to your uniform was a firm 'tucking-in' of your shirt to try and accentuate your bust. Why not? You ask the corridor mirror, before heading into the kitchen.

You see your mother is sitting at the table, sipping some tea."Hi sweetie! You're a bit late for such an important day..." She scorns

"Why? What's today?" You inquire

"Oh!" She looks a little taken a-back, "Pretend I didn't say anything, it's supposed to be a surprise" she resolves, obviously concealing a secret.

You shake your head and look at the oven clock. Shit, she's right. I am running a little late. You rush out the door, leaving your school bag behind, knowing that there won't be any classes today.

After a short commute:

After your trip down town, you arrive at school to see Mark anxiously waiting for you at the main entrance. They spot you and rush over.

"John where have you been? They're probably waiting for us!" They fuss, taking you by the hand and leading you into the entrance

"Huh?" You respond semi-bewildered by their unexpected energy

"Big assembly! We don't know what it's about but it seems like a big deal. Big enough for them to make me wait outside for you, now come on! I don't want to miss anything."

Mark leads you towards the chapel, a hall you're all too familiar after daily prayers for the past few years. Entering, you see the rest of your cohort anxiously whispering to each other. You and Mark take a seat behind Grace and Hannah. Despite having dreamt about for years now, this year was coming to an end and he still hadn't asked you out! You would give him little glances in class, and always found ways to partner up with him, but nothing had happened! You see Mark has noticed you staring doe-eyed at Grace and gave you a sympathetic look that recited Dumb boys!

Just then, your bonding with Mark was harshly interrupted by: