A student will be designated to choose for her.

"I do wish I could ensure your compliance personally, but that simply won't be possible. So, I'm going to assign another student to the task. You will check in with her every morning, and if you are wearing more than one garment she will decide which you are allowed to keep."

Fuming, Haley reluctantly agrees; "Fine. At least another girl will have a little pity, and she won't just make me wear as little as possible. Let me call Cindy; she can do it."

"No, Miss Hall, I'm afraid she can't." You scan the crowd to find a suitable choice; "I will choose the student to be assigned; Frankie!"

Frankie DePaul came over from her locker in a sensible mid-thigh sundress, just thick enough that you think she hasn't stripped down yet until you hear her bare feet slap against the tile floor. As she gets closer, you admire how her loose breasts jiggle as she jerks a bit with each step; the tiles must be cold.

Until recently, Frankie was a fellow cheerleader and a member of Haley's inner circle. Then she came out to Haley as a lesbian and asked her to prom. Haley turned her down and outed her publicly on Facebook, getting her kicked off the cheer squad and kicked out of her conservative Christian home. You can't think of anyone who could go about the task of humiliating Haley Hall as passionately as Frankie DePaul.

For the first time ever, you see something like remorse in Haley's eyes as she sees Frankie, but it turns almost immediately to panic. Frankie shoots a scornful grimace at her former friend before turning to you.

"Yeah, John? This dress counts as a single garment, right?"

"Oh, sure," you nod, "Give me a spin?"

She twirls gracefully, letting her skirt fly up at the waist to prove she isn't wearing any panties. Her pussy is shaved clean and her ass muscles are alluringly firm. She blushes a little as she watches your eyes wander back up her body, but she smiles through it.

"Perfect, Frankie. You're fine, but Miss Hall, here, is going to need a little supervision. She refuses to comply with the new dress code, so I would like you to meet with her each morning and strip her down to a single garment, forcibly if necessary. I know it's quite the commitment, but can I count on you to do it?"

Before she can answer, Haley drops to her knees and clutches your legs, begging for leniency.

"Please, no! Anyone but her! I'll do anything! I'll strip down for you, I-I'll dance, I'll give you a show! Please, I-I'll even blow you, right here in the hallway! In front of everyone!"

She searches frantically for your fly, but you hold her head at arm's length.

"Miss Hall," you say in mock indignation, "are you trying to bribe your Female Uniform Inspector with sexual favors? I'm willing to overlook it this once, because I understand that this is a very stressful time, but I'm afraid I'll have to take more **** measures if it happens again. My decision is made; it's time to get you into uniform."

Finally accepting defeat, Haley looks up at Frankie with absolute dread. She blinks tears from her eyes, and all ego is gone from her voice as she speaks;

"Frankie, I am so sorry. W-what I did to you was -- it was horrible. I just overreacted; I panicked and defaulted to bitch mode. But I don't deserve this. None of us deserve this! Frankie... Please?"