You choose... poorly.

You check for your pink pajama first, and find it sitting neatly folded on the middle desk, which is yours. So Ashley has been busy already.

With weak knees, you make your way to the pink wardrobe and open it. So. First things first, you get some regular panties and socks. You already hesitate with the bras. "Ummm... I wish I knew how to put my bras on." you murmur nervously, hoping for the best. After all, your wishes constantly backfire. But nothing bad happens, and you quickly hook everything into place without a further hitch, as if you had dressed up as a girl all your life.

Now, you don't feel like a skirt-day, but the pink jeans also don't look appealing to you, as you unfold them. You suspect they will look as if they're painted on, once you have crawled into them. Well. The same goes for the yoga pants. Too tight.

Instead you decide to go for the baggy, comfy-looking harem pants, made of a thick pink velvet. You shiver in excitement as they slip over your feminine curves, and then you fasten them on your belly. Now for a top. You quickly despair while rummaging your wardrobe. You find blouses, halter tops, minijackets... but every shirt is too short. You pull more and more out only for them to join a heap on the floor. What? You own three full-sleeved sweaters that have their hemline right below your bustline! Why does nothing in your wardrobe cover your midriff?

"I wish I had a regular light sweater that goes down to my hips." The garment doesn't *poof* into existence in your hands, but you see it appear in the back of your wardrobe. Finally! You get the thing - it looks just like your old male sweaters but pink, so it's great - and get into it. For a moment you feel guilty about all the clothes on the floor, but Ashley will probably tidy everything up.

Casey has been waiting in the hallway already. When you get out of the room, she spins around with a "Oh, finally... may gawd Emcey!!" She ushers you straight back into your room, and picks up two items you discarded. "Why did you keep the sweater, Emcey, I told you to throw it! Strike! Out!"

Unsure what to do, you get out of your sweater again, and Casey practically forces you into a pink halter top and then a pink mini-vest that doesn't even close in front, and just draws more attention to your breasts. "You. Are. My right wing-girl." She fusses some more and pulls down your harem-pants so that they sit on your hips instead of your waist. "And. That. Means. Bare belly button!"

She only hisses at you, she doesn't yell, but her face reddens every second to almost match the purple of her outfit. Then she points towards one of the mirrors and poses regally, standing on your left. "See! College queen in the center! Pink wing girl on the right. As we practiced!"

And she's right, next to the imposing purple-clad girl in the furcoat, you see a slack-jawed impression of an incredulous girl in a pink harem outfit. Everything between your tits and your pelvis is bare to the world.

Casey grabs your chin and moves it closed. "Keep the tock hidden, dear, I don't need it right now." she produces her phone out of her coat and grimaces. "Go go go, we have only 20 minutes left before class."