It forbids pants and any form of cross dressing.

K-T had heard enough about what happened inside to know that there was something fishy about that deal, especially since his aunt rather than to cover for him had revealed that he was bottomless.

It was with a Ballin his stomach that he entered the office, seeing a girl school uniform nicely folded sitting on a table.

"You wanted to see me?" he asked shyly.

"We have two problems, admitting you solves one but worsens the other," explained Jill. "We have to become co-ed if we want to officially stay registered as a school, but we have to follow a two century old code to the letter if we want to keep the funding needed to operate."

"Your aunt tells me that she is sure that we can find a way to make you wear the uniform in a way that follows the rules," added the dean.

"You want me to wear a girl's uniform at school?" he asked, seeing where they were going. "Aunt Jill,
You told me I wouldn't have to pretend to be a girl to get her, wearing girl clothes is the same!"

"Oh K-T, I wish it was as easy as putting your cute little ass in a skirt. The code was written with girls in mind but in a gender neutral way, as such because they didn't want the girls to wear manly clothes they worded the rules in a weird way. A student is forbidden to wear on campus any manner of pants or to engage in any fashion of cross dressing."

"What?"

"You see, for the blazer and blouse part of the uniform, the way they are described in the text use old words that could apply to either genders clothing. So we'll be able to order a few male shirts and jackets in the school's colors and follow the letter of the code. The issue comes with the bottom of the outfit." said Jill.

"No pants or cross dressing, so I can't wear pants or a skirt, I'll have to wear shorts like those rich European schoolboys?"

"Try again, shorts have been ruled to be pants in regards to the code more than a century ago. The PE uniform and our sports teams ones are to wear short skirts on the field."

" So, you told my mom that you could get me into college but I'll have to go to class wearing only a shirt, a jacket and my underwear! Why didn't you say it before?"

"Don't jump to conclusions K-T. And I didn't say anything before because your poor mother was ****. You can't imagine how many times I saw her crying, being so sad that as your parents they would ruin your chances in life because they couldn't afford to send both of their kids to college. With her grades your sister will be taken nearly anywhere, but for you to find a place that will accept you and that you can afford is nearly impossible."

"I know about that, I work hard, it's not my fault I have troubles studying. What do you mean by not jumping to conclusions?"

"Well, whenever you wear underwear, what do you wear?"

"Boxers obviously."

"Boxer shorts. Those are obviously pants if shorts are pants."

"So I have to wear briefs big deal! It's not my favorite thing but I can endure that."

"Well not exactly. You see in another section dealing with underwear they define panties and in a broad language anything fitting its description as properly feminine clothing, fitting for a young lady. " explained his aunt.

"What does that mean?"

"That means, young boy, that you cannot wear anything that is explicitly described as feminine in the code without engaging in what the trust representatives will consider to be cross dressing and as such a violation of the rules," added the dean. "Jill, this won't work, there is no way around it."

"What we are here to do and the reason why we needed you is that we have to find a way around this. You won't be in trouble for not wearing something that the code says you have to wear if another part says that you are forbidden to do it. The rules are clear that any bans will trump mandatory requirements. We have to find a way to dress you up that just doesn't break any rules." his aunt stated. "Now please remove this t-shirt and put on the top part of the uniform on the table, we have to see how much we have to hide."

"Here?"

"Don't be shy, I changed your diapers as a baby, there's nothing I haven't seen. And for Maggie, she's older than me and it's not like you didn't choose to come meet her here completely bottomless like the pervy teenager that you are."

K-T hadn't exactly chosen to come here dressed like this, but he saw little to gain in arguing that point. He'd rather work with the two women in hopes of finding a way for him to both get to go to college and do so without being humiliated.

He walked to the table with the uniform and then, his back turned to the women, removed his t-shirt. Putting the shirt from the girl uniform he was provided was easy, closing it less so, it seemed like all the buttons were on the wrong side, K-T had to fight against a whole life of muscle memory, each button almost a challenge. Not used to dress shirts, K-T struggled with the cuffs too. Before even looking at the jacket, K-T noticed that there would be a problem.

A dress shirt or its female counterpart is designed to be tucked in and so would obviously be longer than a t-shirt, yet it was of little comfort in this case. The shirt tails hanging in the front were cut at an angle starting two inches bellow the last button, just below where the skirts, pants or belts would be. This uniform, no doubt designed a long time ago, had been thought at a period where a shirt might be worn multiple day in a row before being washed and seemed cut to avoid touching the front part of the underwear the girls would have worn. The white shirts being soiled when the girls had their periods, before modern pads, tampons or the pill, would have been unsanitary, gross and expensive in the long run. The issue is that no one taking part in the design had imagined a boy would ever wear it, or anyone bottomless in any case, as a result even if the shirt was long enough to have fabric going below his crotch, it did absolutely nothing to cover K-T's junk.

He put on the jacket and he noticed the same phenomenon the bottom of it flared open after the buttons ended. With dire prospects about what his aunt and her friend would try to make him wear, the panties and skirt laid temptingly on the table were looking ironically appealing. In any other circumstances he would have complained or revolted if asked to wear girls clothes, yet here being forbidden to do it he found himself wishing he could.

Dressed as much as he was expected and allowed to, he covered his dick and balls with his hands and turned around.

"I see," said his aunt. "What do you think Maggie?"

"Well it's as bad as I imagined, but I can't really tell since I can't see much with him standing like that." replied the dean.

"K-T we made you change because we need to see how much needs to be covered and how to do it, you hiding like this is really counterproductive. And the code we have to follow is not just a dress code, touching your willy like this in public is a big no-no and would get you disciplined. We'll let it slide for now since you are not a student yet and have not read the code, but start getting used to it." explained Jill.

Hoping that his aunt really had some sort of plan in mind, K-T removed his hands without arguing to try to speed up to the part where a miraculous solution would manifest and allow him to be decent, now and for his future at Saint Lucy.

"Ohh there's more to hide than I expected," said Maggie after a short gasp when he revealed his 7 inches soft cock.

"The main thing is to make sure that he is rule compliant, the size of this thing is not an issue." retorted Jill in a way that made K-T fear what could happen next.