Nah, you've got enough to worry about.

While you're mulling it over, you hear the echo of every door in the building slamming shut behind dozens of soon-to-be disrobed students and realize just how big a responsibility you already have. Every single one of those girls is going to have questions, concerns, and complaints about your radical new policy, so you'd better quit fantasizing and get out there.

Sure enough, the hallway is lined with nubile young women, most of whom stand awkwardly at their lockers, looking morosely at their illegally modest outfits. A few of them have already begun stripping, but only the ones who were already pushing the limits of the dress code to show off as much skin as they could get away with. You recognize Willow McDowell, a fellow senior with a particularly slutty reputation, strutting back to her homeroom in nothing but high heels. She turns back to shoot you a "Thank you" wink, shaking her pierced chocolate tits and swaying her round ass as she disappears around the corner.

There are a few other familiar faces, but they all seem to be having a harder time deciding which parts of their body to hide and which to expose. One of them, the blonde cheerleader Haley Hall, marches up to you still fully clothed with fierce disdain in her eyes.

"You little pervert!" she spits, "There's no way the school would **** us to walk around naked. That's, like, illegal or something!"

You smile as warmly as you can, reminding yourself of the absolute authority you have tucked away in your backpack.

"You're right, Miss Hall," you say as formally as you can, "it would be illegal to require absolute nudity. That's why you get to keep one item of your choosing; you can cover or reveal as much as you're comfortable with, provided it can be done with a single garment."

As you explain, you take note of what she's currently wearing; form-fitting skinny jeans, a flimsy plaid shirt and blanket scarf over a Disney Princess graphic tee, and knee-high brown leather boots. It's hot enough in a fashionable kind of way, but too heavy to tell what sort of underwear she has on underneath. Luckily, you've ogled her tight spandex-ed form at enough basketball games to know that she has respectable handful-sized breasts and a surprisingly round butt.

Haley crosses her arms defensively, probably in response to your blatently roving eyes.
"Bullshit! You just know this is the only way you're ever going to see a girl naked, besides the Internet. Well, I'm not going to show you anything, freak!"

You take a deep breath, considering how best to handle this admittedly foreseeable reaction. Opening the Rulebook, you update your job description. The Female Uniform Inspector now has the authority to enforce his dress code by any means necessary.

"Miss Hall," you tut, "I am disappointed in your reaction, but to tell you the truth I am not surprised by it. We suspected you might resist this new policy, as you were quite active in the fashion-related bullying that made it necessary. I am afraid that, if you absolutely refuse to select one garment and remove the rest..."