Secrets Spilled

Mira stood naked in her room, staring at the uniform hanging in her closet. Yesterday she'd been so excited to try it on, but now she dreaded it. She'd acquired a rule that made her uncomfortable the more skin she covered up and as a top performing student her uniform was extremely conservative. Not that she wanted to dress less modestly either; she knew she'd be extremely uncomfortable in that bunny outfit for an entirely different reason.

Unfortunately she couldn't just not put on her uniform. It was 7:05, it was literally the only thing she was allowed to wear. She wondered if she could get away without wearing the tights, or leaving the jacket behind. Tentatively, she tried that. First she put on the panties and bra. She felt a faint tingle, but it wasn't really uncomfortable. Next she put on the shirt and buttoned it up, then quickly pulled on the skirt. The tingle spread, becoming more of an itch than a tingle. She stopped and looked in the mirror. Ok, she could handle this. She turned to leave her room but suddenly her body took over. She found herself grabbing the tights and pulling them on. She couldn't stop herself. She kept going, adding the tie, blazer and shoes until she was fully dressed.

She sighed. The rule said she couldn't wear anything except her uniform. Her uniform wasn't just the shirt and skirt, it was the whole package. She could either go all the way, or stay naked. No in between allowed. "Damn." She whispered to herself. The itch was worse now. It wasn't a real itch, scratching herself did nothing to alleviate her discomfort. It was just a sensation that her clothes were the cause of her discomfort. The idea that stripping down would make her feel so much better filled her mind. She knew it would, and yet she wasn't going to give in. The others would tease her relentlessly if she hid in her room all day. Especially after she'd made a fuss about Sierra attending class in her uniform.

With a sigh she turned and hurried out of her room. Her plan was to get to and from her lectures as fast as she could, spending her downtime in her room, naked. It wasn't going to be a normal day by any means, but she had to make it until she could remove her rules later tonight.

Ken was sitting alone in the cafeteria. Now that they’d remodeled Room 213 into a spacious three-bedroom suite, he had access to his own kitchen—a fully stocked, marble-countered dream with induction burners, a smart fridge, and a built-in espresso machine. But he also still had a meal plan, and more importantly, a serious aversion to cooking anything more complex than toast.

He was just taking a bite of his waffle when someone called out to him.

"Hey Kenji!"

He looked up, startled. It was Alyssa.

He struggled to call her a friend, but saying she was just a classmate felt inaccurate too—like pretending he didn’t know her better than that. They were both music majors who’d made the same ill-advised mistake of taking PHIL 139: Philosophy of Music and Mathematics as an elective. The title had tricked them, dangling a vague promise of exploring the connections between harmony and structure. Plus, it was a philosophy course, not a math course—how bad could it be?

Pretty bad, as it turned out. There wasn’t much math, but there also wasn’t a single moment of fluff. The lectures were filled with terrifying debates on the metaphysics of numbers, existential logic, and paradoxes that made their heads spin. The classroom was ruled by math and philosophy majors who spoke in formal symbolic logic and referenced obscure German texts like bedtime stories, all seemingly trying to outdo each other in a race to become the most pretentious student on campus.

While he'd never hung out with Alyssa outside of that class, in it they banded together against the craziness of their other classmates.

“Oh, hi Alyssa,” Ken said, blinking. He was a little surprised to see her here. Obviously she needed to eat too, but this was the first time he could recall seeing her outside of class.

She surprised him again by sliding into the booth across from him and plopping her tray down like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Are you ready to debate whether or not numbers really exist?” she said with a grin.

Ken smirked. “But wait, how can we debate whether numbers exist before we decide if words exist?”

She kept the rhythm going. “But wait, how can we debate whether or not words exist before we decide WE exist?” Her voice faltered, then she burst into laughter, "Wow I cannot keep a straight face. I'm going to laugh on stage and mess it all up."

Ken chuckled. “Yeah, me too. Just trying picturing everyone in their underwear."

She blushed and looked away, "Underwear...I wish..." She coughed and looked at him, still fiercely blushing, "I need to boost my grades a little to earn underwear again."

It was Ken's turn to blush, and he casually directed his gaze downwards. Even though he'd made it a rule he still had his whole life's worth of memories saying that staring at a women's chest was rude. But the reminder that she was not wearing a bra was too much. Her shirt was sheer enough that he could just make out her nipples and he felt his cock twitch in his pants. It wasn't that her outfit was particularly lewd. Her shirt was longer than Sierra's and would be appropriate in pretty much any setting. He was just excited that he could stare at her nipples all he wanted to without getting told off.

"Uh yeah, right," Ken finally said, thinking he should say something, "These uniform rules are tough, aren't they?"

She nodded, "Yes. At first it was tough, when I had to lose the blazer and my bra. Even though I know it's polite to stare here, it was still an adjustment I had to get used to. Only...well...sometimes I feel like the other girls get stared at more than I do. What's so great about big boobs anyway?"

She stared at him and he wondered if he was supposed to reply. It felt like a trap.

Thankfully she eventually kept going without forcing him to say anything, "I feel like you're the only guy who ever gives them a proper stare. "

Ken nodded, feeling like he was treading a really fine line between polite and perverted, "Well I think you have really nice boobs. Size isn't everything. Yours are...perky." He hesitated not because it wasn't true, but because he was waiting to get slapped in the face.

Her response surprised him far more than a good hard slap would have, "Really? Do you want to touch them?"

Ken almost choked on his waffle, "E-excuse me?"

She turned beat red and put her hands over her face, "Oh my God!" She mistook his response to mean that he didn't want to, and she was incredibly embarrassed that her plan of being bold and trying to seduce Ken had failed so miserably, "I'm sorry. Of course, we're just friends. Why would you want to touch my breasts? Why would I even ask you that? You must think I'm such a pervert!"

"No!" Ken urged, "I don't. Really! I was just surprised. I do, honestly. Just...well, we're in public..."

"Right, of course. I'm such an idiot," Her voice dropped low as if speaking to herself, but it was still loud enough for Ken to hear, "I finally work up the courage to talk to you outside of class and this is what I do..."

Ken was a little dense at times. Ok, most of the time. He'd spent a couple months in classes with Alyssa and never realized she had a crush on him. He'd thought she was cute, but he'd been more focused on trying to pass the class than flirt with her. He thought she only wanted to be PHIL 139 buddies and nothing more.

Well he had clearly been wrong. Alyssa had apparently got tired of subtly and come out swinging, he wasn't dumb enough to mistake a woman asking him to grope her as anything but a rather poor attempt at flirting. He smiled at her, "Alyssa, do you want to go on a date?"

"A d-date?" Alyssa asked, sounding shocked. She smiled, "Yes!" Then her smile changed to something more mischievous. She felt like her boldness had worked somehow and she had just a little bit more left in her, "But only if you agree to make it the best date I’ve ever had, like, legendary. Do that and I'll let you touch my boobs all you want!”

Ken gulped but found he had ****, "Deal." He knew she'd just been joking. Knowing her she would probably be cool with a walk around campus and some ice cream. Except now he was going to trade the best date she's ever had in exchange for the right to grope her...and he wouldn't even be allowed to do that. What was he going to do?

"What the hell is that?" Donna asked, pointing at Sierra's neck.

Sierra sighed. Stupid uniform rule. She couldn't even cover up the collar with a scarf. It was just there, for anyone to see.

"It's call fashion." Sierra said, trying to reflect.

"Bullshit. It's not part of the uniform which means you aren't wearing it as a fashion statement. If you have permission to wear it, there must be something else to it." Donna reasoned.

Oh shit. Sierra hadn't thought of that. It was just a rule that it was there, but since it was a new rule it wasn't like everyone automatically understood that. She shrugged, "Fine you got me. It's a rule and I can't remove it. Don't ask me why. Blame the administration."

Surprisingly that worked, "It's a rule? Damn. I've seen girls topless so it's not just bad grades. I don't know what you did to earn that but keep me out of it."

Sierra couldn't believe that actually worked, but didn't question it. She was just glad to move their conversation along. "Anyway do you want to help me prank a friend?"

"For sure, what do you need?" Donna was a very different kind of friend from Mira. While Mira was a source of stability in Sierra's life, Donna was a source of chaos. She was tempted to let Donna in on the rulebook because she knew Donna would have some very interesting ideas, but she knew it wouldn't be right to do that without letting Mira and Ken know first.

"Do you remember Ken? My roommate?"

"Uh huh, kinda dorky. What about him?"

"He made a bet with me that he'll accept ANY deal offered to him today. He thinks it's going to be fine because people don't normally offer trades. I just want you to makes some ridiculous deals with him. Oh and also he really wants to touch boobs, but he can't."

Donna stared at her, "Girl...what the hell are you talking about?"

Sierra shrugged, "Trust me?"

"Ah fine. If you are telling the truth it sounds fun. I'm in."

Sierra grinned, this will teach him to stop them from erasing rules!

Mira was sitting in her calculus lecture when it happened. Class was almost over and she'd been dressed for far too long, it was already hard enough to pay attention. The phantom vibrator started up just like last night. It startled her and she dropped her pen and let out a little squeak. A few people turned towards her and she blushed but they quickly looked back to the professor.

Mira squeezed her legs together, not that it did any good. She knew from last night's experience that she couldn't stop the sensation no matter what she did. Well, she could increase the pleasure she felt and hurry things along, but that wasn't really an option right now. It was all she could do not to moan in class.

Unfortunately class ended almost as soon as it started. She remained seated as people started to file out. She had a brief hope that there was no lecture after hers and she could hide away here for her orgasm, but of course that wasn't the case. People started filling up the seats as quickly as others left and she felt like she had to make her move.

She stood up slowly, unsteadily. She made her way up the stairs and to the doors, then finally out into the hall. She rested against the wall, trying to calm herself down. She could feel people staring at her. Most of them were looking at her tits, which was the polite thing to do, but many seemed to be paying attention to the rest of her too. She gulped. She couldn't cum here. That would be absolutely mortifying!

She hurried towards the bathroom. The closest was a gender neutral single stall. It would have been perfect, if it wasn't occupied. She waited, and waited, but the person inside was taking their time. Meanwhile the vibrator was merciless and her breathing was becoming more and more ragged.

"Are you ok Miss?" Someone asked.

"Y-yes." She muttered, pushing herself to reply. She decided she couldn't wait and hurried on, looking for the women's washroom instead.

She didn't make it. She saw a bench and flopped down on it, closing her eyes and squeezing her legs together as the vibrator pushed her over the edge. Silently her mouth opened and closed as she fought to hold it in. Shame flooded her brain and yet somehow another part of her revealed in it. It wasn't like the orgasm **** upon her last night at all, it felt longer and stronger than any she'd ever felt before. By the time she opened her eyes she felt a cold sweat on her body and saw several people staring at her. It was concern in their eyes, they were apparently oblivious to the true nature of her predicament. She let herself smile. She'd done it, she'd had an orgasm in public. She quickly lost her smile as she admonished herself, she was supposed to be ashamed, not proud.

She stood up, her legs still a little shaky, and straightened her skirt. She was still incredibly uncomfortable to be so well dressed. She turned and hurried back to the dorm, eager to strip out of these stuffy clothes.

She reached the dorm and went upstairs to their suite. As she opened the door she saw a very unexpected sight. Standing in the living room was Ken. Since they were roommates now that wasn't unusual at all. What WAS strange was what he was wearing. Or rather, what he wasn't wearing.

"KEN?!"? Mira cried out, "Why are you naked?"

It was only then she realized Ken wasn't alone. A woman stood beside him. It took her a second to place her, it was Donna. A friend of Sierra's.

"Oh that's my fault, sorry," Donna said, "I trade him his uniform for a piece of used chewing gum."

Ken blushed, his hands were over his crotch but that did little to hide his embarrassment, "And I traded an invite to our dorm for a pebble..."

Mira understood immediately, "Sierra put you up to this?" She didn't wait for a response, "Ken this isn't worth it. It's just a stupid bet. Go hide in your room and I'll get your uniform back."

Donna laughed, "Stay right then Kenji. Ms. Blazer, I might not be as smart as you," Donna's uniform was similar to Sierra's after all, "But I'm not an idiot. I already traded Ken permission to touch my boobs for a detailed explanation of what the fuck is going on here. I know all about the rulebook."

Mira froze. She almost never swore, but she couldn't help herself now, "Shit."

"I'm not mad that you took away my panties Mira. I just want in." Donna explained.

Sierra, that idiot! Mira was so angry. She must have put Donna up to this. There was no way Mira was going to let this woman share the rulebook with them. She snapped her fingers 3 times and the rulebook appeared in her hands. Donna paid no attention to it, as designed, but Mira realized it wouldn't help her now. Not without Sierra.

"I'll call Sierra." Mira said calmly.

Turns out she didn't have to. A second later the door opened behind her and Sierra walked in, "Oh hi Mi-Donna? KEN?! What the hell is going on?"

Mira turned to glare at Sierra, "We need to fix this, now!" She gestured to the rulebook in her hands.

Currently Active Rules:

Global:

New rule: Sierra MacLeod, Mira Chowdhury and Kenji Whitmore are the owners of this rulebook. They will always remember the world as it was before any rules were written.

New Rule: Only the owners Sierra MacLeod, Mira Chowdhury and Kenji Whitmore may add or remove rules to this rulebook. Non-owners may not touch the rulebook and will pay no attention to it.

New Rule: The rulebook can be summoned by any of the owners at anytime by snapping their fingers 3 times. Non-owners won't find this strange.

New Rule: No owner may add or remove a rule from the rulebook without the explicit approval of the other two owners, unless granted this right through a valid game win as enforced by this rulebook.

New Rule: The owners of the rulebook—Mira, Sierra, and Ken—may mutually activate a game called Ken's Shiritori by each saying "Shiritori" aloud while in the same room, within 20 seconds of the first invocation.

New Rule: The owners of the rulebook—Mira, Sierra, and Ken may play the game Two Truths and a Lie as enforced by this rulebook by mutual consent.

Northern Union University

Old Rule: All students are assigned a uniform. On school days from 7am to 5pm they are unable to wear anything else except their uniform. The uniform assigned to them will reflect their academic performance. The top 10% of students in each year will be given professional and dignified clothing that resembles uniforms seen at elite private academies. For students with lower grades their assigned uniform will get progressively more revealing, lower quality and more humiliating the further they are from the top of the standings. Student Rankings will be published on the 1st of each month and uniform adjustments are made at that time.

Old Rule: It is considered polite to stare at women's breasts, especially if they are bare or displaying cleavage

Old Rule: The President's Entrance Scholarship pays $50,000 a year.

Duncan Hall Room 213

New rule: Any who makes a promise by putting a hand over their heart and saying 'I swear...' will be held accountable to keep their promise by the rulebook. If they break their promise the rulebook will generate a rule targeting them related and proportional to the promise they made.

Old Rule: Room 213 is a 3 bedroom suite with a living room, kitchenette and full bath. It is the largest and most luxurious dorm on campus. Sierra MacLeod, Mira Chowdhury and Kenji Whitmore were assigned to live in this room for the 2024-2025 year.

Mira Chowdhury

New Rule: Mira Chowdhury will experience a phantom vibrator on her clit at a random time once per day until she orgasms

New Rule: Mira Chowdhury becomes more uncomfortable the more skin she has covered.

New Rule: Mira Chowdhury must address the other owners as "Captain" and "First Officer" and while in Duncan Hall Room 213 offer them food and beverages as if she were a flight attendant.

Sierra Macleod

New Rule: Sierra MacLeod has a collar welded around her neck that cannot be removed

Ken Whitmore

New Rule: Ken Whitmore cannot touch women's breasts.

New Rule: Ken Whitmore will accept almost any trade offered to him, as long as it’s not obviously malicious or life-threatening. The trade must be made in good faith, but can be wildly unbalanced. The more serious the trade, the more ability he has to reject it for being unbalanced.