Ramifications in the hall

Going down a corner, you suddenly notice, to put it euphemistically, a heavier set and more homely complexioned girl than the others chatting with another student. She was covered in barely a skirt and a tee that was the wee-est tee this side of the ocean, spilling more things out into view than you wished to see, including what looked like a faint ulcer or two and some irregular pigmentation. Not quite the parade of Gibson girls you were thinking of when you'd originally concocted that rule. Though that was to be expected; you had made ALL females skimpify -- or, as you'd rather put it, naturally accentuate -- their wardrobe, no exceptions. And she was female.

This would include every girl and woman on the campus of every type as well.

As you are about to pass her by, you realize this could be rectified.

You take out the Rulebook, eyes squinting at the naked line, wondering what, if anything, you should change.