Begin The Investigation!

"I can't believe you're doing this, this is so cool! You really are my best friend." Chad is buzzing with excitement as the two of you head into his next class.

'I have a friend!' You scream silently in your head, and do your best not to mess this up.

Mrs. Blair teaches a mean biology, and you generally enjoy her class. The idea of Chad inhabiting these desks for a single moment, is pretty hilarious though. She's at her desk readinh emails when you two walk in. You clear your throat, and prepare to make an announcement. "Mrs. Blair I'm deputizing Chad here to help me apprehend someone in breach of their uniform." You lower your voice to where it's all gravely. "It could get nasty."

"Oh." She opens up her attendance sheet, and marks him off. "Got him. Good luck you two."

"We don't need luck." You say cooly. "We've got a Byzantine school code on our side." Everyone in class even Mrs. Blair nod along with you.

Chad also plucks on a pair of aviators and shoots the class some finger guns. "Full female nudity coming soon."

You quickly take your glasses off and usher him out of the class. "No it's not! Disregard that!" You get outside and close the door. "You besmirch the name of this office when you say stuff like that."

He grins. "Oh, yeah I besmirch it?"

"Yes you do. It's been besmirched, and I don't how I'm going to unsmirch it."

He shrugs. "Have all the girls wear winter jackets, and ski caps."

"There we go." You nod along. "It's the only way."

"And big winter pants."

You laugh. "See Chad, you do have good ideas."

He rolls his eyes and puts his hands on his hips, scouring the hallway. "So who are we looking for and how do we find her? Do we get to have to go to the office to look at her schedule or something?"

Oh crap. You've got a little investigation on your hands. "The prep's name is Lacey Somethingorother. Yeah I guess we have to go to the office." You consider giving your Black Book the incredibly invasive ability to tell you everyone in the school's location, Harry Potter/ Minority Report style, but setting up a surveillance state on top of what you're already doing seems a little invasive. Maybe you'll save that for later.

The two of you shoot the shit, as you make your way to the office. Video games mostly. And when you get there you see Mrs. Mable the school administrator and Stella sitting at the office assistant desk along with two other students.

"Stella!" You cheer raising your hands above your head. "Come over here we have a question for you."

"Excuse me Michael." Mrs. Mable clears her throat. "Is this official business or, are you here to just chat with my office aide, because that's not what they're for."

"Mrs. Mable of course I'm here on official business." You try to sound hurt. "You know I take my duties very seriously."

"Yes I suppose you do." You adjusts her glasses a bit. "Well if it's official business you can talk with me."

"Of course. We're looking for a student who's broken her dress code. Lacey, Stella! What's Lacey's last name?"

The nudist sighs and joins you at the desk with Mrs. Mable. "Please look at my tits, Brown."

"Lacey Please Look At My Tits Brown. Wait." You grin at Stella. "It's so hard to understand her some times. It's just Lacey Brown" You tell Mrs. Mable. "That's a good name."

"Alright let me see what I can do." The overweight Administrator gets into her flow of petty low level bureaucracy and starts digging.

You and Chad both look at Stella. "Stella help us settle a disagreement. Chad here thinks I should establish full nudity for all female students. I'm telling him no, that's your thing, ya know? What's your opinion on the matter?"

Stella glares at the two of you and goes to cross her chest chest in annoyance but stops herself when she see's your eyes light up, so she keeps them at her side. "Please look at my tits, well..."

"Done and Done." Chad sighs leaning forward and stares directly into the boobs. He's a simple man.

"Please look at my tits, ugh pervert. Anyway, I think you should do it."

At long last someone in this school shocked you, someone made _you _gasp. "Stella really? Have you no concern for your fellow women?"

"Please look at my tits, whatever at least I won't be the only one then! Make them say what you make me say, that'll be even better."

"My goodness you really feel that way." You put your hands on your hips. "Well point for Chad I guess."

"Yes!" Chad raises his hand for Stella to high five it, but she leaves him hanging.

"Please look at my tits, please stop looking at my tits."

Mrs. Mable raises her head above her monitor. "I've got Lacey's room number." She holds up a stickynote with the information on it for you.

Perfect. "Thank you Mrs. Mable you've been very helpful, and I'll see you..." You shoot a finger gun at Stella. "... in the funny papers."