Wrong

Looking again at the two girls in the cute but cheesy uniforms and the cartoon poster on the wall showing of the uniform, I stepped into the room.

https://www.gograph.com/clipart/oktoberfest-young-girl-wearing-bavarian-costume-gg118360548.html (the image wouldn't stay)

Locking the door, I made quick work of the buttons, considering only five of them were left. Folding the dress I handed it up to the top of the door, feeling it quickly grabbed by a soft hand. Now standing in the stall , I was bare except for the shoes on my feet. For a second I wondered if I could go back out like this, showing the tips of my hard nipples on D cup breasts and the swollen lips of my pussy, barely hidden from above by the tuft of new growth on my mound. The shiver of excitement that passed through me sent wetness collecting on my pussy lips again. But my thoughts were cut short.

The white and orange uniform held above the door snapped me out of my musings. I struggled into the uniform, clearly meant for a girl smaller than me, except for the white cotton area at the top of the dress, which seemed both looser and longer than expected.

Feeling the the orange hem of the dress, respectably at mid thigh, I felt a pang of disappointment. I should have been relieved by the cover after the show I put on for two strange girls, but the part of me that came in a public bathroom was wondering if more people would see more of me.

The knock on the door remined me that there was still more of the uniform to get. Stepping out, I avoided eye contact with the two smiling girls, even as they gushed about how cute I looked. I let myself be led right in front of a floor length mirror. Our photographer, whose name tag I now noticed said 'Amy' reached around my body from the front, holding the little corset up to my waist, while her friend behind me was pulling at the dress, explaining how you had to fold yourself into the uniform to get the perfect fit.

As she pulled, I could feel the hem of the dress climbing upward, and the bodice pulling downward. After several moments of this, they announced me done and locked the corset in place around my mid-riff. As they stepped away from me I got a look at what was showing.