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Chapter 8 by Haltandcatchfire11 Haltandcatchfire11

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Dress-Up (Schoolgirl)

"Zu, let's get her some clothes, shall we?"

Zu-Zanah hesitated. "Clothes, or 'clothes'?"

"The second one, if that's...am I right in assuming there are air quotes around the second one?"

"Absolutely."

"Excellent. The second one it is, then!"

Zu-Zanah nodded, dutifully rolling over to a particular section of wall, sliding it aside to reveal a control panel aglow with various lights and buttons, and pressing one of the larger ones. In response, a corresponding section of the floor slid aside to reveal a large, curved clothes rack, which rose up and out of it with a faint whirr. Once it was done, Zu started running her hands over some of the numerous items stuffed onto the rack, inspecting each of them in turn before moving on to the next. "Do you have something in mind?" She called.

"Very much so," Trine-E said, eyes roving admiringly over Rose in her state of undress. "There's a real vibe of...youth, you know? She's young, she's hip...well, she's not hip, but she could be! I mean, look at this," she placed a smooth, cool hand on Rose's waist—the feel of it making her flinch. "This is taut, it's tight, it's nubile...I'm thinking...girl from the wrong side of the tracks, held back a year or two after failing her exams. Are we on the same page here?"

"Most definitely," there was a telltale screech as hangers scraped against the rack's metallic railing, and after a moment or two of rummaging, Zu-Zanah withdrew three items of clothing. Rose dared not so much as turn her head to try and see, so her first look at what had been picked out came when Zu-Zanah rolled back into view to stand behind Zu-Zanah. When she did see what it was, she made an audibly exasperated noise. "You can't be serious! This...this is your makeover?!" In her hands, Zu-Zanah held a navy blue pleated skirt, a small, white button-up shirt, and a pair of knee-high socks. "This, and nothing else."

"Now...put it on." Trine-E ordered, taking the 'clothes' from Zu-Zanah and holding them out for Rose to take. Rose kept her arms at her sides at first, but soon realised that was no longer what was expected of her. Reluctantly, she took the three pieces of the outfit in her arms, making a face as she did so. Trine-E sighed, "Less of the pouting, dear. Quickly, now! We haven't got all day!" Rose muttered something under her breath, then looked around expectantly. "Is...is there somewhere for me to change?"

"Right here's good." Trine pointed to the floor beneath their feet. Rose thought of arguing, but then something worse might happen—the choice of dressing herself at all might be taken out of her hands...and she had the feeling these two would be far from gentle. With that in mind, Rose did as she was told, dropping the socks and shirt onto the floor so she could first try to put on the skirt. That process, however, proved a little more tricky than she'd expected. The first inkling that something was wrong hit her when she was bringing the skirt up past her knees, she noticed immediately that it didn't look quite right. It was...small, very, very small. As it turned out, the skirt resembled a costume straight out of a porn film moreso than an institution of higher learning. It barely qualified as a mini skirt, barely reaching halfway down her curvaceous arse, the tight, rounded moons of her cheeks pushing it up and out, leaving nothing to the imagination. There was no chance of hiding Rose Tyler's bubble butt beneath this thing. The front of it wasn't much better, they'd given her no underwear whatsoever, so the barest hint of her labia was constantly visible, and the slightest motion was enough to start lifting the skirt, showcasing her pussy as if it were a stage curtain rising in time for a spellbinding performance. Rose was distraught, and she spent several minutes futilely tugging at the skirt's hem, or else adjusting its position on her hips to try and see if she could claw back any modesty whatsoever; despite her best efforts, however, it remained little more than a useless scrap of pleated cloth, constantly forcing her to flash her pretty, blushing pussy at whoever cared to so much as glance in her direction.

At Trine-E and Zu-Zanah's urging, Rose moved on, giving them a filthy look that communicated every single insult and curse she had formenting in her head at that moment. If Rose had expected an easier time with the shirt, she was sorely mistaken. Sore, it turned out, was all-too appropriate as far as descriptions of it went. The shirt's hem was tied into a simple knot, hoisted up past her navel, and it was so sheer both the contours of her tits and the points of her nipples were impossible not to notice. In addition, it was also too small; in fact it was quite possibly the most itty-bitty, overly snug thing she'd ever worn. Virtually vaccum-sealed onto her tits, she felt as if it would rip at the slightest provocation, visible stress lines appearing in the fabric whenever she so much as breathed, and the buttons just barely clinging on once they were done up. All in all, Rose looked every bit the archetypal 'slutty schoolgirl', as if she'd stepped out of the collective sexual **** of humanity. She was shocked to find that it was somehow more embarrassing than being naked, at least that didn't have the cheeky premise of ostensibly being able to cover her. This was worse than nudity, this was strategic; she'd been given just enough cloth to give her some vain hope of covering herself, but the outfit was almost tailor-made to ensure she was always showing off something. It made her self-conscious, and to soothe the feeling she interlaced her fingers and placed her palms together, then placed them just under the front of the skirt so as to have something to hide her pussy behind.

Rose scowled up at the two devious robots. "I...hate you." She said, through gritted teeth.

"Wow, hostile! I really don't think I appreciate the hostility, actually." Trine-E said, in a tone of mock hurt.

"Nor do I, Trine. It reads as quite ungrateful, doesn't it?"

"It's the bratty behaviour, again. You'd think someone her age would know better!"

"You would. You really would." Trine-E shook her head. "See, this is the kind of behaviour we need to be discincentivising."

"But how would we go about doing that, Zu?"

"I'm so glad you asked, Trine." At that instant, a curious glint seemed to flash across Zu-Zanah's eyes. "The question is...what do we do...to ungrateful brats?"

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