Figuring out what to do...

The band of material you are holding is tiny. It's mostly the elastic that's supposed to go around your waist, with only a short frill below, about an inch or two long. You let the blanket drop to the floor. You try the skirt on, hoping for the best, but to your horror, it's even worse than you expected. You thought at least a little of you would be covered, but this doesn't even REACH the top of your slit, and when you look behind you, to inch of cloth merely rides on the top of your rounded ass. This is almost as bad as being buck naked! You try the "blouse" on. Without any buttons, the material is pushed to the side of your breasts. You try to stretch them together, but there is a good few centimeters between the material. There's no way you can get them together, and if you do, theres nothing to fasten them with.

Next you try to find some clothes in your bag that Lily might have missed. After a few minutes of searching, all you find is panties, torn in half, and tights in pieces. There's absolutely nothing! Lily missed your shoes, but the school-issue black shoes look ridiculous without your uniform.

Finally, you despair. You're going to be the laughingstock of the school, until you're expelled. A tear rolls down your cheek, followed by another. Nothing, absolutely nothing, has prepared you for this. You wipe your eyes off, and get up, looking at the mirror. What you see shocks you. You've never really scrutinized yourself in the mirror, usually because you were too worried about grades, but now you are **** to examine yourself. What you see shocks you.

Before you stands a girl, looking like she's straight from a porn film. A pretty face, framed by straight, brownish blonde hair. Her skin isn't tan, but it's far from pale. Very few marks or blemishes are on her skin. Her neck is smooth, leading down to well rounded, firm breasts, that only barely sag. Her blouse is pushed to the side of the breasts, arms not muscular, but far from fat. Past the lovely breasts is the smooth stomach, flat and well toned, leading down to a tight waist, then flaring at well-shaped hips. A small mound marks the top of her pussy, opening to expose a pink, shaved slit, open a bit with the slight chill. Your gaze drifts down to the well-shaped legs, cute ankles, feet, and then you look back up at yourself.

"Good god..." you think. "What the hell is happening right now?"

This feels like a dream, but you don't know whether its a good dream or a bad dream. Your stomach is jumping, and you look at the clock. You've got five minutes. You shake your head. No, you can't go outside. You'll sit in here until somehow you get clothes. The blanket! That's what you can do... No, it's to big and thick, and you have no scissors or sewing supplies...

The clock ticks.