Wake Up Call

You turn over in your bed, sunlight streaming through your window, and blearily open your eyes. As you become conscious you see you have company...

Trish is sitting demurely on the end of your bed, watching you as you get up. You turn onto your back and look at her groggily. As you come to focus more clearly you see her wearing the blouse and pleated skirt of her school uniform, along with long white socks and black shoes. Except she has made a few adjustments, the blouse is tight, hugging the curves of her chest, and the skirt is rolled up high, mid-way up her thigh. Not enough to be stupid, but enough to offer a glimpse if it's moved right.

You had gone to bed naked, as you always do, and you see a tent growing over your crotch.