An old classic...

Sure enough, in the third one over lay some folded clothes. I looked at them and frowned. They didn't look anything like what our grade nine girls wore—but then I remembered something. The previous evening, Holy Mary Catholic School had played against our freshman girls' volleyball team. Obviously, one of the girls had ridden the bus back home in her gym clothes. At that realization, I just stared into the cubbyhole in mild amusement.

This was just too perfect.

A fucking Catholic schoolgirls' outfit.

What's more, it was tiny. The little plaid skirt barely reached the top of my thighs! My smooth, bald little mound stuck out beneath the miniskirt. On top, my breasts were just straining to pop out of the white top blouse. My wet skin had turned the blouse transparent, and my hard nipples poked upwards against the sheer fabric. I turned around and inspected my reflection in a mirror. I gasped.

Fuck me! I thought, then smiled quickly. I look like a fucking whore.

But damn I'm hot.

I stood there for a minute, striking a pose. I looked like a fucking stripper, but at least I wouldn't get arrested walking home. I turned and walked to the window, surveying my options. The fastest and safest way home was probably through the university. Normally my friends and I would hop the number 23 bus down the Pacific Strip, but there was no way I was going to hop on a bus in this get-up, and if I walked down the Strip I would probably be mistaken for a hooker. I felt a very naughty tingle deep within my twat as I thought that being mistaken for a whore wouldn't be the worst thing in the world tonight! But no—the university was safest, and I could hide in the shadows if anyone was about.