Changes into the uniform

Quinn shifted through the “uniform” she was presented with: black stockings, a pair of yellow and black striped full-cut panties, a sport’s bra which matched the panties, and helmet.

"Umm... This is underwear." Quinn commented, skeptically.

"Yeah, nothing gets past you huh." The woman said sarcastically.

"So what am I going to wear over it?"

The woman sighed at the stupidity Quinn was uttering. "THAT'S the costume."

Quinn laughed for a second, but quickly stop when the woman didn't laugh with her. "Are you for real? Oh so you're expecting me to go out and perform a routine in just underwear?"

"It's not exactly a 'routine' you're here to do." corrected the woman.

"Then what the hell will I be doing?" asked Quinn.

"This stadium has decide to open up this season with an exhibition match of an exciting brand new sport: The Pom-Pom Panty Streak. We've decide to pick the..." she paused to find a word that wouldn't drive Quinn away "...most popular former cheerleader to represent this city.”

Quinn stared blankly at the woman "Pom-Pom what? You're insane if you think I'm going streaking!"

The woman sighed again. "Look, the panties are almost as covering as a pair of tight shorts. I'm sure you've worn that before. And the bra is almost like a training top. You're not really showing anything of importance."

Quinn didn't hear the woman's quiet word she spoke when she coughed a bit, but it was "yet".

"Of course, if it's too much for you, we could go with someone else." said the woman "maybe a prettier, less cowardly choice."

Quinn practically choked with indignation "What! Gimme that!" She snatched up the "outfit" and stomped off to the corner of the locker. "I'm not going to take that from some middle-age nobody!" As Quinn had stripped down to her underwear, she noticed that the lady was looking at her the whole time.

"DO YOU MIND!?" Quinn demanded before she took off her underwear, clearly embarrassed about being watched.

The woman sighed once again as she turned around, muttering a few curse words of impatience through her gritted teeth, as Quinn finished up changing into the ridiculous outfit. The lady turned around to look at Quinn again.

"See? Nothing more than you're showing in a gym, basically."

"Hm. Not my style, but ok." Quinn replied, as she walked to the lady. "Ok, I'm ready. Is there anything else I should know?"

"Let's talk and walk, it's already time to start." She grabbed Quinn once more and pulled her along into the hallway.