Make her into the schools mascot

You consider the various options at your disposal. For some reason, you really want to make this one special. The last few ones had been fun, but nothing with real impact. Sure, the last girl will have to flash everyone, but what dies that really accomplish in the long term?

No, you wanted to get backing to changing the school itself, not just a handful of people in it. The harem curriculum was a good start, but you can go bigger.

You also remember that there was a big football game tonight. You hadn’t attended one in quite some time, so perhaps you could use this girl to make things more fun.

“Just a moment” you say, as you take out the Notebook and write the following:

New Rule: The Female Behavior Monitor has the authority to change the schools name, branding, mascots, or anything regarding how it advertises itself. These changes are expected to be put into effect as soon as possible, regardless of the cost.

Looking up you say “For your punishment, though I would think it is more of an honor, you will be our schools mascot.”

She blinked, confused. “What, you mean I’m going to wear that bird costume?” She asked, referring to the schools current eagle mascot, Eddie the Eagle.

You shake your head. “No. You, Holly Summer, will be the mascot.”

“What... but... I... what does that even mean?”

You sigh. “It's fairly simple. All of our schools branding will be reprinted to have you instead of that stupid cartoon bird. The football players and cheerleaders will get new outfits that feature you. Banners will have you drawn on them. That dumb statue of Edie the Eagle will be replaced with you. You’ll essentially be the face of the entire school.”

Holly takes a step back in terror as you add “Of course, you’ll also be expected to perform as the mascot at the football games, such as the one tonight. It's only natural.”

Her face went red. “But, I can’t be the mascot. I mean, I’m just a normal student. No one would like that. It’s too boring.” In actuallity, she didn’t care if people would be bored or not. She was trying to get you to think it was a bad idea all around, in order to get out of it.

You smile reassuringly. “Oh, dont worry. We wont have you be the mascot as you are now. We’ll have to give you a total makeover, change your name, outfit, all sorts of things."

"Outfit?" she asks in fear, knowing full well that whatever you pick will be extremely perverted.

"Yes. Of course, being a mascot is more than just how you're dressed. You will also need to play a character. For example, Eddie The Eagle was always about school spirit, and full of energy. That was pretty one dimensional in my opinion. I'm going to think of a much more compelling character for you to play, one that reflects my values... I mean the values of our school."

Her face went from red to pale white.

You continue, now faster as you grow more inspired. As you talk, you take out your notebook. "Playing the part will be very important by the way. You'll be expected to stay in character both in and outside of school, so you don't poorly represent our institution. Naturally you will need to change your name as well."

Meanwhile, you complete your new rule entry:

New Rule: The mascot of a school, if chosen by the Female Behavior Inspector, will be expected to legally be identified as that identity in every official and legal capacity. This includes their legal name. They will also legally be expected to also act as their characters outside of school, or else suffer false advertisement lawsuits.

After putting the Notebook away, you close your eyes in thought. "Now, what kind of mascot should I make you into?"

She watched in horror as the gears in your head moved.

All sorts of perverted outfits and characters for her to play swam through your head. You thought of a submissive french maid, or a flirtatious playboy bunny, or maybe a dominatrix that would represent the schools harsh discipline.

After looking at her for a bit, you say "your current outfit is making it a little hard for me to envision you in some costumes. Could you please strip? I prefer to work with a blank canvas."

"Blank canvas?! I'm not just some manaquin for you to dress up you pervert." she said, gaining back a bit of her courage.

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Does that mean you don't want to be the mascot?"

"No! Why would I ever want that?!" she yelled.

"So, you'd prefer to be in the harem class? To be my prostitute with a chance of expulsion?"

"She opened her mouth to argue, but was suddenly unsure. She knew that whatever you had planned for her was horrifying. And yet, the idea of being a prostitute might be worse. Did she dare take the unknown option, under the slim hope that it may be more merciful?

Of course, the prostitute class might also lead to expulsion if she failed the exam. That prospect would be far worse than either option.

"I... I... ok... I'll be your mascot."

"Perfect. Start stripping.

Looking like she wanted to die, she started with her shoes and glasses, hoping to put off the most embarrassing parts for as long as possible. After dragging it out as much as she could, she lifted her t-shirt over her head and dropped it to the ground. Her bra was green, like her hair. She then undid her pants and let them drop down to her ankles. You saw that she wore boxers instead of panties, which you found extremely hot for some reason.

She looked at you for a moment, desperately hoping you would say that her stripping down to her underwear was enough. However, as you cleared your throat for her to continue, she knew that there was no way to get out of it.

She undid her bra, showing off her B cup. Though on the smaller side, you found them cute in their own way. Finally, her boxers were last.

Looking at her crotch, you said "Looks like you shave. I was half expecting it to match your green hair."

You chuckle to yourself. Then, seeing Holly's **** glare, you say "Come one. It's a joke. Don't take things so seriously."

Still not getting any reaction, except cold hatred, you sigh "I guess I need to work on my comedy. In any case, stand there. I'm going to give you a look over."

Not daarin to move, or perhaps to humiliated to do so, she stood there like the mannequin she instead she wasn't, as you walked around, inspecting every part of her naked body. Inside your mind you were able to think of her in all sorts of fetishistic outfits, or ways she could represent the perversion you wanted to show the world.

Finally, getting suitably inspired, you stood in front of her.

"Ok, I have made my decision."