Penelope.

Penelope Frills, considered as one of the smartest students in her year and currently in her third year at the academy. She always wore her hair in pigtails, holding her straight platinum blonde hair out of her clear, pale face. Her skirt was always the right length, her pearl-white blouse was always tucked in, her top button done up, her tie was always straight and properly tied, her white socks with red tartan trim pulled up over her knees and her shoes were always shiny. There was nothing at fault with Penelope's appearance. Her DD-cup breasts pressed against the fabric of her blouse, and her slim hips and thick thighs bounced as she walked, which would often draw attention from any boys that were nearby.

Her day had started like always; up and ready by 8:00 AM, and down for breakfast at 8:15. Lugging her brown leather satchel on her shoulder, she made her way over to a small table in the corner of the dining room. There were three other girls sat at the table, all of which were students in her class, but Penelope paid no attention to them. She grabbed two slices of buttered toast and made her way to her first class. "see you in the changing room" she exclaimed, and the girls waved her off, smiling. She was never keen on Physical Education, not because she didn't like keeping fit, she just didn't like that the classes were mixed. The boys would always gawk at the girls in their tight skorts and slim-fit polo shirts. She sighed, and pushed the door to the changing room open with her shoulder.

Hanging her bag on a nearby hook, she sat down on a bench nearby, flicking through her homework journal. She scanned over her assignments for the day. 'Shouldn't be too difficult' Penelope thought to herself. all of her assignments were due for various lessons, all of which had been done days in advance. She sighed happily, hopped up from the bench and started removing her uniform. Her red tartan skirt hit the floor, she kicked it up with her foot and caught it. She then pulled off her tie and slipped out of her blouse, taking her time when undoing each of the buttons. She pulled her socks off, and put all her stuff in her locker. She unhooked her DD-cup bra, and slipped out of her lace underwear. She placed her underwear with her uniform and schoolbag, pulled out a towel, and locked her stuff in her locker. Pulling out her hair bobbles, she let her hair fall down her back, stopping just above her modest rear.

Stepping into the shower, she pulled her towel away from her body, hooked it on the cubicle door, and let the water caress her curves. The shock of the cold water caused Penelope to shudder, letting out a little yelp as the water hit her bare shoulders. As the water heated up, she began to rub shower gel into every curve and crevice of her torso, as well as her legs and arms. She hummed to herself as she rubbed shampoo into her hair, frothing and bubbling like a bubble bath. She tilted her head back, and let the soapy bubbles run down her back and down her legs. Pushing the shower tap away from her, Penelope let the last droplets of water run down her body. She rubbed her hair dry with a towel, wrapped it around her body, and made her way over to her locker.