Pink chemise, matching panties, and thigh highs

Marie opens the bag and pulls out what's inside. It isn't much. She finds lightweight pink chamise, matching panties, and a pair of thigh highs. She blushes, thinking about wearing something so sexy in front of her school principal. She blushes even harder, considering the other option and that she apparently showed up at his house like this.

Marie starts to sob again. It's better than being naked, but still. As the tears fall down her cheeks she dresses in everything except the thigh highs. She isn't sure why he thought she'd need those. "Better than nothing," she says, trying to console herself. It doesn't work. She decides eating something might help, so she gives it her best shot. In between whimpering, she feeds herself an entire pancake and two out of three sausage links. She's proud of herself for finishing even that much. Pushing the tray aside, she sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.

She waits.

After what seems like an eternity, the door unlocks again, and the knob turns. "Are you decent?" Mr. Marcon asks through the crack in the door.

Marie wipes her face, "K-kinda. I mean, these clothes don't cover much."

He takes that as his signal to come in. Marie tries her best to hide behind her arm and hand again. "Yes," he says, "again, sorry about that. Ever since my wife left, I haven't had much call for women's clothing. That's all I could find." He smiles creepily at her. "Besides, it looks very nice on you. You're much more ladylike now than when you arrived." He cocks an eyebrow, "Oh, where are the thigh highs?"

"I-I decided I didn't really need them. They wouldn't serve a purpose."

Mr. Marcon folds his arms over his chest. "Now, now. You're a guest in my house, and Madeline, my ex, didn't skimp on price when it came to lingerie. That's quite an expensive gift, young lady. I expect you'll show me some respect and put them on."

She deflects. "Can you please take me home, Principal Marcon?"

The Principal bends over and picks up the thigh highs. "These first. Then I have another gift for you in the parlor. After that, we can discuss whether you want to go home."

Marie, already nervous due to the uncertainty around what happened while she was blacked out, suddenly feels even more uncomfortable in front of Mr. Marcon. What did he mean whether or not she wanted to go home? Of course, she wants to go home! Not feeling like she had much choice and just wanted to get home to her bed, she did as he asked. Taking the thigh highs, she starts to pull one on quickly and sloppily.

"Slower!" He commands. She stops completely. "Sorry, Marie, you need to go slow so you don't tear them."

She swallows hard and slowly rolls the thigh-high up her leg. He watches and she thinks she sees the tip of his tongue running along his lips. She follows suit with the second thigh-high, rolling it up her leg.

He grins. "Very, very good. Now, for your next present."