Alone in your bed

You slowly come back to life, stretching shakily, trying to kick your tired limbs back into shape. You have a brief flash of confusion as to where you are until you remember you are at St. Basil’s in your dorm room. Mr. Whitelock must have put you back here after you two had finished up. **** to get out of bed, you nonetheless swing your legs over the side of the bed, and raise yourself out of bed. Immediately you regret it – your room is freezing, and your nipples, which harden in protest don’t let you forget that that want to be back under your warm duvet too. You shower, getting yourself scrubbed up before school begins. You briefly flirt with the idea of touching yourself, but reluctantly peal your hand away. It is the first day of school after all, and it would be a little bit embarrassing to be late on account of masturbating yourself senseless.

Finally, and again with **** to leave your warm oasis, you turn the shower off and wrap a huge white towel around you. Coming back into your room you have a cursory glance at Jess’ bed, but don’t see any sign of either her, or the bed having been slept in. ‘I have to hand it to her,’ you think – ‘this girl seriously knows how to party.’

You absentmindedly open your drawer where you had so carefully packed away all of your stuff last night, and reach in to grab a pair of panties. You’re busy looking in the mirror above your dresser when you stick your hand in, so you are taken by surprise by the cool feel of metal underneath your fingers. Taken aback, you look down to see your drawer, which had been so depressingly empty just last night was now full, with a whole heap of clothes, on top of which is a note and a small pin badge. You fish down to examine the small enamel badge and the note, opening it up to read it.

’Anna. I have the feeling from last night that you will fit in well here at St. Basil’s. I duly recommended you for the role of senior prefect, and the Headmaster has decided to award you the position. You should be very pleased to have attained this distinction. Senior Prefect’s uniform is attached. I look forward to seeing you appropriately dressed in your new regalia. – Mr. W.’

You stick the note and the pin to the side, reaching into the drawer to lift everything out. Inside you find what looks to be a normal school issue plaid skirt, but shorter. You decide to at least give it a whirl, stepping into it and lifting it to flow over your small bottom, which wriggles as you bring the skirt up. Next, a plain white blouse. You almost feel disappointed – ‘What happened to Prefect’s perks?’ you wonder dejectedly, eyeing up the very traditional looking top. But as you put it on you realise that the blouse is far too short to cover your taught tummy, and you giggle with relief as your belly button ring gleams underneath. There are no buttons on the top either. ‘Stupid top,’ you think, fingering where the buttons should be. ‘I guess they never repaired it.’ There’s just one button, which sits low down, leaving your breasts easily exposed, cupped by the tight-fitting fabric. You pull on a school tie which dropped out of the blouse as you put it on. Striped grey and white, the colours of St. Basil’s, with one stripe a royal blue, the colour of Willow House, which your introductory information had told you were in. ‘I haven’t even gone to see the Housemistress yet,’ you think. ‘I better get dressed as quickly as possible; maybe I can squeeze it in before first lesson.’

Finally, a pair of tall patent black heels finish the look. As you reach into the drawer to pick them up, a second note is visible. You crane your head in to take a better look:

’You will notice there is no underwear included in the uniform. This is deliberate. – Mr. W.’

You’re slightly scandalised. What a waste in your suitcase all that stuff was if you don’t even get a chance to show it off. On the other hand, remembering just how exposed you are with your pussy on display at the slightest flick of your hips is a big turn-on. You can feel the cool air rush over your moist lips, and you can’t help but raise the corners of your mouth up in a wry smile. ‘I can’t believe how slutty I feel!’ you think, ‘but I’m starting to like it...’ All dolled up, you reach for the Prefect pin you had put aside, and inspect it thoroughly. A picture of a wolf’s head sits on the crest, which has the word ‘Prefect’ blazoned across it, and the school’s motto inscribed underneath – ‘Amor omnia vincit.’ Pinning it on, you look over your reflection, reassured by how flawless you look. It’s now or never you guess, as you get to your door, hearing voices outside. It sounds like all the other girls are getting up and ready, so it’s about time you went and joined them. You remind yourself that you are a beautiful, sexy girl, and walk at the door with the most confident smile you can muster.