You're a 2nd class student

"She's ready," says Megan to the girls near your bed.

"Okay," says Poppy. "So there's three types of students at this school. At the top are the prefects, who wear uniforms like those:

Then there's the 1st class students, who wear what I'm wearing. We have to listen to the prefects, within reason, and they can enforce rules and punishments if they want to.

At the bottom are the 2nd class students, like you, who wear those kinds of uniforms. You have to do whatever we and the prefects say, or else you'll be punished and eventually get kicked out."

"That's crazy! What if one of you asks me to do something ridiculous?" you ask.

"Then you'll have to do it," says Megan. "You signed a contract that's legally binding both here and in the states, and you'd have a really hard time proving we made you do something so bad you had to refuse, you'll probably just go to jail."

"But nobody will ask me to do anything that bad, right?"

"Nobody's going to ask you to jump out the window, if that's what you mean," says Megan. "It hasn't happened to this day, and if it does come to me and I'll put a stop to it. But I assure you that it won't."

"Okay, okay," you say, biting your tongue to see what else she has to say.

"You're also not allowed to say anything rude to higher level students, or argue with them," says Megan. "I won't tell you what the punishments are yet, but I assure you that you do not want to find out."

With that, Megan walks out of the room.

"Cassandra, I'll be right back, for you know what," says Poppy, leaving.

(Cassandra is the girl in the prefect and 1st class uniform sample pictures)

"Okay," says Cassandra. "So, did you notice your bed's smaller yet?"

"What?" you ask.

You look at your bed and the one next to it and realize they're significantly smaller than most of them, less wide, less long, and slightly closer to the ground. Some of the beds are quite a lot bigger than the average ones, which probably belong to the prefects. You realize there can only be more like this, being at the bottom of a hierarchy.

"Hey," says a girl wearing the same uniform as you, walking into the room with Megan. "This is discrimination, I would report you to the government."

"You signed a contract," says Megan. "The government will not help you, in fact they could arrest you if you break the contract. It's valid in Sweden, too."

"I can't believe I even agreed to come here... I'd almost rather be home," says the girl.

"Almost," Megan emphasizes. "But you're here, so you might as well make the most of it. A degree from here will get you into any college in the world."

"That's crazy. You're all crazy," says the girl.

Megan says most of the same stuff she said to you, adding "that girl (you) is 2nd class too, she's American", and then she leaves again.

"I'm Allison," you say to her.

"Nadia," she says with a Swedish accent. "I can't believe I've gotten into this mess."

"Me neither," you say. "Did you choose to come here? My parents made me come."

"I was surprised that I got in, but now that I did I don't want to lose this opportunity," says Nadia.

"I want to go home," you say. "If my parents knew what they were doing..."

"At least it's not the worst in the world. There's a good amount of 2nd class students (said mockingly) in this school, we'll be able to make friends with people who don't think we're beneath them."

"Where are you from, in Sweden?" you ask.

"Sundsvall, it's a small city in the north," she says.

"I'm from Los Angeles," you say.

"Oh wow," she says. "I always thought people in California talked like Valley Girls."

"I always thought people in Sweden only spoke Swedish," you say.

Poppy comes back into the room, wearing a different uniform, and smiling creepily.

"This is a nighttime uniform," says Poppy. "We can only wear them in this building."

"You wear that to sleep?" you ask.

"Yes," says Poppy.

"So anyway," says Cassandra, giving a fake cough.

"Oh yeah," says Poppy. "Unbutton your shirt."

"What?" you ask in disbelief.

"Do it now. You too, Nadia," says Poppy, smirking. "'Else I'll report it to Megan and she'll tell the principal—and she'll take it to the police."

You reluctantly open the top two buttons of your shirt, and Nadia opens the top one.

"Open all of them, do I really have to say that?" asks Poppy. "Now!"

"No," you say. "This is ridiculous. I doubt the police would really even arrest me."

"They will. And you'll get punished too, the punishments here aren't fun," says Cassandra.

"Name one."

"We have two types of punishment. Humiliation and physical punishment. They'll make you go to class with no underwear under your skirt. They'll give you a spanking, they're still allowed here in England since it's an independent school."

A blonde prefect walks over to all of you.

"There's also enough of us here that we could make you do something if you try to refuse," she says.

Somebody whispers, "wow Macy!"

They all learn in towards you, menacingly.

"I'll unbutton your shirt for you if you don't do it now," says Macy (the blonde prefect). "Right now!"

You start unbuttoning your shirt the rest of the way, until it's completely open. Nadia does the same, but it takes a bit longer.

"Okay," says Macy. "Now take off your shirts."

You take off your shirt, relieved that you're wearing a bra.

"What is that?" asks Macy, coming closer to you. "Is the bra part of your uniform?"

"Uhhh..."

"The bra is not part of your uniform, TAKE IT OFF!"

"But—"

Macy unhooks your bra takes it off suddenly, exposing your breasts to the cool air. She hands it to another girl, who runs out of the room with it.

"Nadia, you'll be next," says Macy.

Nadia takes her bra off, arms trembling.

"That's better," says Macy. "Now, take off your skirts next. We want to see what your butts look like."

A few girls giggle. Macy gives the both of you a mean look and you slide your skirt off, now wearing nothing but panties and high heels.

"Panties. Off. Now," says Macy.

You start to take off your panties, but pause. Two girls behind you start pulling down your panties, and others do the same to Nadia. Your panties slide down past your butt, and then off completely. You feel totally exposed.

"That's better," says Macy.