Frankie helps her into her uniform

Frankie looks down at Haley for a while, clearly deep in thought. Finally, she bends down, takes the sobbing girl by the shoulders, and lifts her bodily to her feet.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Haley, but this is -- apparently -- my job now. These are the rules; Michael made them, fair and square, but he's chosen me to enforce them. Be honest; what underwear do you have on?"

Her will broken, Haley answers quietly; "Boy shorts and a sports bra... We have cheer practice after school."

"Yeah," Frankie nods, "Mondays and Wednesdays; I remember. Show me."

"Sh-show you? My underwear?"

Instead of answering, Frankie grabs Haley's blanket scarf and whips it to the floor, then spins her around to pull off her thin button-up.

"O-Okay!" Haley fights Frankie off of her. "I'll do it myself."

She sits down to pull of her boots and thigh-high socks, then unceremoniously slips off her top and wriggles out of her painted-on jeans. She is now technically in her underwear, but looks no more exposed than the average beach jogger.

"Wow," Frankie said, clearly unimpressed. "Those really do look... practical... You're gonna have to lose those, too."

"What?!? I-I get to keep one thing!" Haley protested. "Those are the rules, right? Michael?"

"Those are the rules, but it seems to me that Frankie should get as familiar as possible with your body before she chooses what that one thing is. It'll help you be more comfortable, and let her verify that you aren't hiding any illegal extra garments under there."

Frankie taps her foot impatiently; "Come on, bitch. Take it off."

Haley shut her eyes tight as if that would make it harder for others to see her, then ripped off her modest underwear as quickly as possible. Her perky tits spring loose the second her restrictive athletic bra is out of the way, but removing her boy shorts reveals exactly why she was so **** to strip any further. Beneath that first undergarment is a bright pink open-crotched g-string, the front of which frames her shaved pussy beautifully and the back of which is wedged right up her tight bubble butt.

You can't help but laugh as Frankie drops to her knees to inspect this illicit lingerie.

"You little freak!" Frankie shouts, "I always knew you were kinky... Y'know, I actually kinda like these. Maybe I could borrow them sometime?"

While Haley blushes an even bright shade of red, if such a thing is even possible, Frankie looks up at you; "This counts as one garment, right?"

"Oh, definitely. If you want, I could even make that Haley's official, permanent uniform. It'd save you a lot of trouble down the line, and let us appreciate this incredible sight every single day."