Change in his office

"Okay, I guess I'll change in your office," you relent, heading over that way. You glance back and see that more than a few eyes are on you. Shaking your head, you go into the office and close the door.

It's pretty cluttered in there with boxes piled high in one corner, the desk at an angle in the opposite, and not a lot else going on in there. The monitor is dark, the computer whirring loudly underneath the desk. On the desk, you see the uniform that Mr. Pickert laid out for you. When you pick it up, you freeze.

It's a girls uniform. Tight shorts that will cling to your ass and barely cover it, a white shirt that has sleeves so short they might as well not be there and that will cling to your curves tightly. You look toward the door, not sure what to do. Was subjecting yourself to this worth passing?