Wet Wednesday

The bus ride is bouncy, but Tuesday is over, so it's looking pretty prudish and boring in here. You open the Rulebook to write in the rules of Wednesday's uniform. Even though everyone is already dressed for the day and on their way to school, if you write an Old Rule, they'll all be automatically following it as soon as its written.

You look around the bus at your fellow students. From your spot on the bus you can see most of them. With all your past rules erased besides the one that makes you the Uniform Inspector, the girls on this bus are looking pretty dull. Katy, the cute little brunette sitting across the aisle from you, smiles at you tentatively, but you have to frown at her shaggy, shapeless sweater.

You turn around to check out the girls in the seat behind you, Ashli and Lyn. At least these two generally choose a wardrobe that involves some kind of showing off. Ashli is wearing a tight-fitting tank top, her big natural boobs jiggling as you ride. Lyn is wearing a tight, faux faded tee from Blabbersnobby & Itch, something about Athletics Dept 1769 scrawled across her modest chest. She's copying Ashli's maths homework in her lap, so you can't see whatever tiny skirt or shorts she's wearing, just her smooth, tan legs underneath.

One row in front of you, there's the stoner exchange student Letti and gamer nerd Marta. They are both pretty cute, but neither one ever wears anything flattering.

What Rules could you write to improve the look of every girl on this bus, that you haven't written already this week?

You're just about ready to give up on a creative theme and just start indiscriminately groping and stripping your classmates when the bus pulls up to Andria's stop. You, and most of the rest of the bus, watch the tall beautiful blonde climb the stairs into the bus and look over the rows, pretending to have to pick a seat. Her sharp blue eyes land on each of her classmates briefly, piercing many of their gazes enough to make them look away. Andria already knows where she's going to sit; one row back and across from you, in the row next to her minions Ashli and Lyn.

Andria is wearing a short blue pleated skirt and a white button-up, only it's mostly unbuttoned and it's tied in a knot above her belly button. Instead of a backpack, Andria just carries a purse. Her outfit is against several mundane uniform rules, but most of the school's authorities are too intimidated to mess with her.

As Andria's piecing gaze lands on you, you smile at her. She's holding a takeaway coffee cup, and is about to have a sip, but pauses to tease you.

"What's wrong, Uniform Inspector? Gonna get me in trouble for too much legs? Too much midriff? Too hot in general?" Her cronies giggle automatically. "Look, now that you have all this power, why don't you do everyone a favour and rearrange Katydid's wardrobe lol!"

Katy is obviously hurt, but won't do anything to defend her awful sweater. Andria turns to take her seat, and as she sits down in the empty row behind Katy, she sloshes some of her latte out of the cup onto Katy, leaving a wet, brown mark on the ugly turquoise sweater.

Katy takes a deep breath and rises slowly to her feet. "Andria!"

"Oh, yeah?" says the blonde, as if nothing happened.

"You spilled your coffee right on my boob, you..."

"Oh don't worry about it, no need to buy me another coffee. It's the bus driver's fault anyway. Plus, your boob looks a little better now, honestly."

Katy's eyes are huge and red with rage, but you and the whole rest of the bus including the driver watching in the big rear-view mirror all know Katy's all bark and no bite. She'll tell Andria off, but she'd never do anything to get herself in trouble. If she could help it, she'd never break the rules.

You open up the book and jot down some rules for the school.

Old Rule: Clothing that is not see-thru when wet will dissolve when wet on Wet Wednesday.

If anybody's outfit changes as a result of your rules today, it will be because of this one. You glance up and see that Andria still has the same outfit, a skirt that will likely dissolve and a shirt you can already sort of see through. Katy's awful sweater is still there. Her whole outfit is unchanged. It's an Old Rule, so she must know how it works. She must have thought she could go the whole day without getting wet.

One big round cup of Katy's thick lacy support bra is sticking out through a whole in her frumpy sweater, with just a tiny bit of skin showing at the top. It was only enough coffee to get one tit wet, and it didn't even seep through to the bra.

Old Rule: All school staff and faculty carry school-issued water guns on Wet Wednesday and are authorized to use them for anything that will aide their jobs.

This of course includes you. Now you are wielding a Silly Soaker Pump Shotgun, with a long-range Silly Soaker 5200 slung over your shoulder and a little hollow plastic squirt gun stuck in your waistband, dripping water out of its leaky cap.

New Rule: All liquid containers are always full on Wet Wednesday.

Andria takes a sip of her double skinny latte with whipped, and the cup remains full. It doesn't take long for this new discovery to be made up and down the rows of the bus, until everyone has decided to accept this new, strange fact of containers. Unlike opaque clothes dissolving in water and the slight proliferation of flimsy, white shirts, this particular feature of Wet Wednesday is new and exciting!

"Andria, I saw what you did. There was no pothole or anything. You just dumped your coffee on poor Katy's sweater, and on Wet Wednesday, too."

Old Rule: People get hornier as they get wetter on Wet Wednesday.

"Says the FUI who carries four buttloads of water guns to school!" Andria snaps back at you.

You level your Silly Soaker shotgun at her waist, and blast her. *SPLKKKKSSHHHH* Her stomach and lap are soaked, and most of her skirt disappears in a matter of seconds! With her legs crossed, and her bookbag in her lap, you can't see much more than the tan thighs you could already see before. Andria herself is frozen stiff, unused to being disciplined so directly. Then she bites her lip and looks up into your eyes.

You can't decide if you should blast her again, and then the bus comes to a stop in front of your school.

Your bus driver stands up and turns around to face her passengers. She takes a deep breath into her massive bosom and bellows "any y'all was misbehaving on ma bus gets a blast in the butt when y'all gets off. Enjoy ya day!" You're the first one off, so you nod with approval and grope your driver's huge, droopy titty before climbing down the stairs and turning around to see who gets the busty driver's discipline.

Letti and Marta walk by in the same heavy, opaque outfits they had before your rules. The driver ignores them. Then come Andria, Ashli, and Lyn, the tall blonde in front, and the driver aims her Silly Soaker ME 2000 and squirts a big figure eight on Andria's knotted button-up, rendering it completely see-thru. You can see the outline of a triangle bikini style bra underneath, her nipples bumping through the wet fabric. She's still covering her groin with her purse, but she's also soaking wet now, in more than one way.

Ashli and Lyn scoot by unscathed.

The driver then pumps her gun as Katy walks by, one bra cup jutting out through her sweater, and she sprays three diagonal lines across Katy's torso, shredding the sweater and leaving some gashes in the bra.

"What? Ms. Fredricks what did I do?"

"I saw y'all climbin up outchyall'as seats while I's drivin."

"But Ms. Fredricks, Andria..."

"Nah! Nah ah ah!" Ms. Fredricks pumps her Silly Soaker some more.

"Alright, I'm sorry! Sheesh!" She scurries down the steps and off the bus, her juicy breasts almost bouncing out of their bra.

"Have a nice Wet Wednesday, Ms. Fredricks," you call to the driver as you head in to school.