School uniform

In the bathroom, Iris looks at herself in the mirror. The school uniform fits her well. She didn't have a large bosom but, the way the white top hugged her body, it accentuated what she did have. Twisting on her toes to look at her rear, she was pleased with how the skirt hung off her well-rounded ass. It was always her best feature. In the new clothes with her hair brushed, Iris was looking pretty good, almost unrecognizable.

"How's it going in there?" Victoria's voice calls out.

Iris didn't even answer the question but opens the door with a smile and gives her friend a twirl. "Well?"

"Oh, here." Victoria says rushing back to the vanity. She opens a drawer to fish out a white headband. "This will help keep your hair out of your face and show off those beautiful blue eyes."

"Thanks." Iris takes the headband, placing it on her own head.

"I think you're ready." Victoria grins. "Let's get you registered."

Iris was nervous but felt much better about herself in this new environment. "Ok."

The two girls left Victoria's room and made their way back down the stairwell to the entrance of the girls' dormitory. A few girls came and went but standing there, by the door, waited Arthur, fidgeting with his shirt.

"Ah. You girls ready?" He asks as they approach. Iris couldn't help but feel a little flattered he had waited for them, even if it was mostly for his sister. "To the office to get registered?"

"Yes." Instructed Victoria. "Are you not going to offer the lady your arm?" She teases her brother.

"Oh. Yeah, right." Arthur stammered, his face flushing as if he had forgotten something so obvious, and offers Iris his arm.

Iris thinks he looks cute, the way he nervously bows his head and looks around the room. Being polite to a girl, other than his sister, clearly foreign to him. "Thank you, sir." She smiles, placing her arm through his.

"So... Any idea what classes you are going to take?" Arthur asks as they exit the dormitory.

"Iris mentioned she was interested in golf. You should take her out for a lesson." Victoria offers up before Iris can refute.

Arthur looks shocked. "Well, I suppose that is the least I could do."

Iris feels like she has to come clean, at least a little. "I have never played." She blurts out.

"It's ok. You can sign up for the class either way." Arthur tells her.

The three of them follow the hall back to the main entrance. Turning under the grand staircase, they enter the administration office. The bursar's office was to the right and Iris approaches. "I'm here for late registration."

"Yes, we received a call that you would be stopping by today." The grey-haired lady says without looking up at Iris. "Given this is your first year with us, and your late admission, your schedule options were limited." She continues, handing Iris a sealed envelope. "You have athletics last period of the day. If you can convince one of the sports directors to join their class, you may swap it out. Provided you do it before the end of the week." The lady, clearly done speaking with Iris, doesn't look interested in answering any questions.

Iris turns back to face her friends. "I suppose that is done." She laughs.

"Well, what does your schedule look like?" Victoria inquires.

Opening the envelope, Iris pulls the contents out: a folded up letter, a cardstock listing her classes, and a key to her own room. She reads over the schedule.