Clothes....as little as possible

Claire was presented with a freshly pressed uniform, said to be modified just for her. To her it seemed to be smaller than expected but the girls quickly assured her thaf it was just the right size for her to show off.

Once the top and skirt were on Claire somehow had the presence of mind to ask for underwear, but the girls only giggled in response. "What would you need that for, when you have this" beamed Cathy. In her hands was another strip in the school colors.

"Whats that?"Claire was confused. "It's a modesty strip, used by the professionals in gymnastics and other sorts where clothes can hinder mobility". Claire only stared as Cathy waved around what was in fact a dollar store pasty dyed in school colors.

Claire was confused, she looked down at her tiny uniform, smaller than even she knew, as the pleats around her upper chest and hips hid the fact that her perky tits were actually completely uncovered and the rest of her not much different.

That calm, reasonable voice in her head told her to listen to her squad, but years of living as a girl and the ingrained modesty that came with that led her to walk over to her dresser and check her underwear drawer........her almost empty underwear drawer.

Claire only blinked at the sight of a drawer with only the three lacy crotchless panties she bought but never wore, they were all that remained of a drawer full of cute and saucy panties. Thinking herself mistaken she opened what she thought was her bra drawer to find this one completely empty.

While Claire somehow fought the fog due to shock, Katie had taken charge of the situation, coming over and hugging the only technically clothed girl to her and saying "Claire, we got rid of everything that could hold you back".

"Hold me back?" Claire mumbled.

"Yes, you don't need the things other girls need to make them feel safe, you've got us", all this was echoed by the encouraging smiles.

"This wont be much different than performing in your thong and nobody noticed." Claire didn't fight as she was led to the desk in her room and made to sit on the edge with her legs spread so that Katie could place the 'modesty strip', which wasn't all that modest at all.

When the cover over the sticky adhesive was removed, it was revealed that the strip was really only colored on either thin edge. As Katie made sure to spread both pussy lips before smoothing the pasty down, it now molded to Claire's inner labia,the colored area around the edges keeping her pussy spread while the clear plastic of the the center perfectly enhanced the pinkness of her insides right down to the edge of her steaming hole.

Glancing at the mirror they held between her legs, Claire failed to notice the tiny length of what was meant to be her skirt or the fact that her pink insides were actually increasingly exposed rather than covered by her underwear substitute, only seeing the colored soft plastic molded to her mound just as panties would.

Looking back at the expectant faces of the gathered girls Claire smiled her acceptance of her new panty substitute, her mind then focused on getting to school for her adoring public on rally day.

If Claire had thought to check her other drawers she would have seen that they had gotten the sane treatment as her now lacking underwear. All skirts longer than thigh length were removed or cut, some even seemed to be magically shrunken and the shirts all seemed several degrees thinner, in some cases now completely sheer. The pants and shorts had joined the way of the bras.. all helpfully removed in a trash bag by her squad. The only things seemingly untouched were her gowns or little black dress, until one realized that every dip in cleavage had deepened and splits in hemlines had widened and lengthened.

The trophy in Claire's room glowed merrily away as the girls left the house for school. It's purpose was almost realized.