No buttons, shorter length, no shoes...

Autumn hesitated. She held up the garments and looked pointedly at Mike.

"Umm... can I have some privacy?" she asked.

"I'm afraid not. As I said, no garments other than those issued by the school must be worn. I hate to say this but I must watch you dress to ensure that you don't attempt to smuggle any illegal clothing into the school."

Autumn felt dismayed, but she knew that Mike was speaking sense. It wasn't his fault that he had to do this; the regulations were just too tight to permit anything else. She turned her back to him and unzipped the black, flowery dress she was wearing. She slid the straps down her shoulders, then pushed the dress down to her ankles and stepped out of it. Mike quickly gathered the dress, folded it neatly and slid it into his drawer. Now standing in her bra, panties and waist-high black stockings, Autumn reluctantly reached back and unclasped her bra. She slid this off too and, keeping her back to him, handed it to Mike. Not wanting to prologue her misery, Autumn pulled the stockings and panties down and off and handed the tangled bundle to Mike.

Now completely bare, she reached across and grabbed hold of the sky blue shirt. She quickly put it on, but as she reached down to begin buttoning it up she realised that while one side contained the usual button holes, the other side was unusually smooth.

"No buttons." Mike explained apologetically. "That's one of the things that makes it different than the girl's uniform."

"Won't it billow open whenever I walk?" Autumn asked.

"You'll need to tuck it into your skirt."

Covering her crotch with her hand, Autumn reached across and grabbed the blue and green tartan skirt. She quickly wrapped this around her waist and closed it with the button and zipper at the side. She tucked her shirt in as Mike suggested, but to her dismay the skirt was unusually short. It barely reached below her butt cheeks.

"Is this-" she began.

"Yes, another alteration."

"Didn't one of the girls wear a skirt like this one day? I seem to remember her being sent home because she'd altered it herself to make it sexier. I think she had to hand it in the next day to be destroyed?"

"I can't recall." Mike said smoothly.

Autumn sat on the edge of his desk and put on the final piece of the outfit; the knee-high white stockings. There didn't seem to be anything unusual about them, although it occurred to Autumn that shoes hadn't been included in the outfit, so maybe that was the alteration...?

She looked down at herself. The unbuttoned shirt left an exposed area of skin which began at the top of her neck, worked it's way down past her overly-exposed cleavage and ended just below her belly button. She gave a tentative jiggle, and found that without a bra to support them her breasts moved very freely beneath the thin protection of the shirt.

"Is that it?" she asked.