Doubles finds that her new uniform is... a tad small

After a brisk walk, with Doubles double-timing it so as to match the long strides of Professor Postucles, the two found the woman's locker room, used for changing before extracurricular fitness classes or sports. Postucles was... not quite a gentleman, but good enough to stand outside with his arms crossed at his massive pecs, while Doubles entered inside and began searching for those uniforms he'd mentioned.

"This is getting confusing..." The hopeless doppelganger whispered to herself, brushing at Clara's pretty, flaxen blond hair. She'd been fond of it when she started, but she was starting to realize that being someone as famous as the high priestess, Clara Fauxbright, had a lot of pitfalls to watch out for. Granted, she hadn't been outed as a doppelganger... but apparently, her performance was still unconvincing to the point a teacher couldn't believe she was the real Clara. "What am I supposed to call myself again? Not Clara... Not Doubles... Doobie, right!" She slapped her cheeks with both palms a few times, to get herself back in the right headspace.

"What is all of that mumbling and slapping in there?! No misbehavior, Miss Doobie! Change quickly! Your fellow students will have a hard time concentrating if you're walking about in that fake Fauxbright get-up!"

Doubles pouted, then quickly stripped off each piece of the garment: first the long scarf that lay at each side of Clara's expansive bosom, then the rest of the raiment, then the under-robe. This left her with just the white bra and panties, which, while soft cotton, always looked immensely strained against Clara's features, as though she could spill out the top or rip the seat at any moment. The gold heart-and-cross symbol adorned the bottoms... she could feel, beneath that, a replica of Clara's chastity belt. She hadn't worn it for her first performance at the church, but Cherubin had scolded her for that afterwards, saying that the high priestess wouldn't leave home without it (and failing to realize that the high priestess had left home without it before beginning her recent soul-searching pilgrimage).

She rubbed at the front of it consciously and scowled. "Mrrrr... This thing makes for a really unflattering panty line. I can't believe so many of the church girls wear one... What about when they need to pee?! How do they pee?!" She was beginning to think she should have taken a crash course on chastity belts before she came here. Instead, she decided to pull down her panties for a second, unlock the fancy, golden device, and toss it aside, baring her pussy for just a moment before sliding the panties back up. "There... What Cherubin doesn't know won't hurt him!" She'd forgotten that, thanks to his Geod-given sight, Cherubin supposedly knew about all that their omniscient deity did... I.E. everything.

At any rate, now it was time to get into the uniform. There were a bunch of uniforms laying around with the school's signature colors, including black upper robes and white slacks, or skirts for the girls. The part that confused her were the letters... they were all wrapped up in parcels with things like "S," "M," or "XL" on them. "Are these... sexual preferences? S & M?" she questioned, putting on a pervy smile and breathing more heavily as her eyes darted between them. "Which should I grab?" As she batted that idea around in her head, she found a few lying in a small pile for some sort of specialty students. She slapped her fist into her palm excitedly. These read "H!" "It must be a cup-size! Clara's big ol' honkers might be H! I'll wear this one."

Professor Postucles grit his teeth irritably and watched the position of the sun slowly changing outside one window. The change of wardrobe was taking too long! He beat his fist on the door impatiently with loud, pounding thuds. "Miss Doobie! We have learning to do! You already sinned against the church by dressing as the high priestess. That I don't care about, but I will not have you sin against the great institution of learning!"

Doubles finally came out, nearly taking a beating from his fist as she threw the door open; thankfully, it opened inward. "Ta-daaaaa! I've gotta say, this college is pretty uh... fashion-forward! I guess you guys are changing with the times too, huh? Tee hee..." The doppelganger pressed one finger to her lips with a coquettish smile and tilted her hips this way and that, to give the professor a full view of the uniform.

As it turned out, "H" stood for "Halfling."

The upper robe was several sizes too small on Doubles' tremendous, inherited bosom, allowing the undersides of her breasts, clad in a strained, white bra to spill out the bottom. It looked like the pinks of her nipples could pop out at any moment, making the outfit even more indecent. Her slender waist, leading down into bodacious hips, was fully on display... and around those, the skirt was so small and stretched it looked more like an accessory than a piece of clothing. Her panties were fully visible on either side.

Even Postucles was not immune. He found himself sucking in air, red-faced, as he tried to remind himself of what really mattered... HISTORY LESSONS!

"Good enough!" The man turned his back and crossed both hands behind his waist, leading the way to a new locale. "Miss Doobie, in absence of your orientation, it falls to me to determine your current level of learning and provide proper placement. Let's start with an easy question... how many years have past since the Holy Church of Merridan founded?"

"... Uuuum... What year is it right now?"

The professor stumbled over his own feet and fell on his face. When he arose, he appeared to be boiling with rage. "Miss Doobie..." He adjusted his spectacles over his squinty eyes, then grit his teeth together. "Are you telling me... you don't even know the calendar year!? How can you expect to learn my valuable history lessons, starting from such a poor foundation?!"

"I-I don't know! I wasn't planning to learn history from you!"

Postucles stumbled backwards, thunderstruck, as though he'd been slapped in the face! "Wh... Whaaaat?! You were planning to skip history lessons altogether, is that what you're saying?! Have you no shame?!" Finally, he grabbed his giant hand around her whole wrist, then dragged her to the detention room, ignoring her whining protests. "Miss Doobie... I am assigning you a full curriculum of remedial history courses, effective today! We will start this morning and continue for as long as I see fit, until you've mastered the basics!"

"Noooo! History is super booooring!" Doubles tried to grab hold of a wall to stop herself, then felt as though she had begun to piece together a problem more dire than the boring lessons she had been roped into. She didn't fully manage to grasp it until she was all the way to the door of the detention room. "Wait! Professor Possum-Fleas!"

"You know that it isn't Possum-Fleas."

"Yeah, whatever! How long is that course going to take?"

"I said as long as it takes. It could even last until midnight."

Midnight! At midnight, Doubles would lose Clara's form and return to her own doppelganger body... That was the one thing that couldn't be allowed to happen! She had to find some way out of this buff history buff's ridiculous first day agenda...!