Fix that stupid outfit

"Okay, listen up, sweety. I can call you sweety, right? This outfit of yours... if you want to go nude or not, I don't really care about that right now. So I let you in today if we make this deal:
Once we are in, we go into a private place, and you show me what is underneath those clothes. You don't have to go naked, underwear is fine, just so I can see your body." She nodded and was taking a step forward already as you continued.

"After that, I will decide your new clothing style. I can't stand your clothes, they look really shitty, no offense. So I will tell you how to dress from that point on." She laughed in your face.
"Yeah. So you can just tell me to go nude from that point on. Do you think I am an idiot? no deal." She was about to turn around and leave for the back of the line as you intervene.

"I was not done with my offer yet!" actually, you were, but better fix it, before she leaves, and if you pretend to just add to your original offer, you can sell it as still the first, and she wont leave.

"I agree, that, whatever clothing style I choose for you, it has to give you the chance to always cover your intimate areas. And before we start to argue as to which parts are considered intimate, I am talking about your breasts, pussy and butt, nothing else! Also, whatever style I choose will allow you to cover at least 50% of the skin which is not your intimate area. Probably even more."

She stopped and thought about it. While that is happening another guy stepped beside you, and the girl second in line came to him, to get her entry permission. Good to know that this is allowed to. It's efficient.

Then your girl asked: "For how long do I have to follow your dress code?" A good question, you had to admit.

"How about a month?" You just blurt out. You instantly saw that it was too much. Her faze froze in shock and you were sure, you went overboard.

Well too bad. Guess, I lost this game. Let's see what other things future me has planned. And you turn around as you hear a silent "Okay" from the blonde. You turn around surprised and see her face. You could not say if she was angry, sad or just weird.

She stepped next to you and went inside. You quickly followed her, so you wouldn't lose her, before she could do her part of the deal. Not to your surprise, there were some new things inside as well. Guess I had to fill the new space with something, hmmm... you think to yourself.

Right behind the big school doors was a counter. A woman you have never seen in your life before sat behind it, smiling friendly at you and the blonde. Considering her age, she was no pupil here, so maybe a teacher?

It seemed you would find out soon, since the blonde was turning right, to walk just towards her. The 4 big black men who guarded the doors looked at you. You just smile and nod to them. It seems this was the right thing to do, since they turn away from you, watching the door again.

Wait. Of course, they were not watching me. They were checking me because of her. They must be here to control if a girl sneaks in, or just walks in without a boy's permission. And my nodding to them meant, she was with me. Good to know. Don't nod at them if you have not given permission to a girl. Noted

You stand behind her at the counter and listen in on her conversation with the woman. "Yes, I'm Emily Benson. My uniform please. Oh and I need him to join me in the dressing room. It is part of our deal for me to enter." This, on the other hand, surprised you quite a lot. You had just assumed that you changed the rules for girls not to enter, but for some reason you don't quite get it anymore. You also had assumed that the almost **** like deals girls have to make were pre-approved by the school. Guess you were wrong with that part.

"Yes of course, little Emily, go into stall C with Mr. Doe, please."
Huh. Little Emily and Mister Doe. Isn't that a bit biased name calling? Well, I guess it was, or is going to be my idea after all, so I shouldn't complain. You think while walking after her, around the Counter and into the room behind it. From this room you can see 5 doors, each having a letter going from A to E on them.
As expected Emily enters stall C.

You follow her just as naturally. For just a stall, it is quite big. At least 10 m². It is easily enough space for her to take a step away from you, which she instantly does.

"Begin" you instruct her, and reluctantly she does.
She takes off her top, showing to you that her face is not the only place slim on her body.
She does have a nice B to C cup on herself, which surprised you a bit. They are being hugged nicely by a red sports bra.
Without further delay she slips off her pants to reveal black hot pants making her look like a fit girl who just was about to go on a workout without a shirt.

You are stunned a bit by her good looks, something you have not expected. Sure, you figured she would not be a walking piece of eye cancer, but she was honestly hot.

"Why are you hiding your body?" You asked it as a compliment, but the 'get all the answers' power wish your future-you made for you, actually makes her answer it. "My aunt was **** and he got away with it because she was 'asking for it'. I learned not to present myself." You were shocked by the lack of pain in her voice. There was just anger. No grief, just pure hate for whoever did it.

"When was that?" You ask, trying to sound comforting.
"About 25 years ago." Well, not a rare case those days that a **** was canceled because of that reason.
"But nowadays, that is not the case anymore, don't you know that? No matter how you dress, if you bring it to court, you mostly win." You keep to yourself that this even applies if you bring it to court if you are not even ****. Women win **** cases. Period. "Yeah, but I don't have to push my luck do I?" You nod more to yourself than to her.

To you it is a clear case. However she is thinking that way because her parents, most likely her mother, has raised to believe that logic. Well, too bad, but now it is time to dress like you wished.

"Well, anyway, lets get it done now. I am going to give you your new style now. Let's call it 'tight'. The tight style includes leggings. Just not one like the one you are wearing. Think more of yoga pants. Or let me even reformulate it better.
If you put them on, I want you to have a nice cameltoe. For this to be easier to achieve, the style goes without panties of course."

"But you said..."

"But I said that you could cover your pussy, and I will allow you to. The leggings can be as long as you want. Down to your feet if you want it to be. It will just be so tight, that it wont actually HIDE anything. It will only cover them. Now with your upper half, I think you would look better without a bra. And.... lets go with a tube top."

You think a second how to tell her which kind and then say with a devilish smile: "If you don't have a fitting one, go into a store, look for tube tops and look for one which huggs your titties tightly. I want it to outline them perfectly. And then," you make a short pause for dramatic effect, "you will buy the same shirt one size smaller than the one I just described. That will be the shirt for your 'tight' style. Again, you can of course choose how long the shirt should be, so if you find one that even covers parts of your belly, I am very okay with you wearing it. Now, as the last piece, just to be sure we get to the 50 promised percent... A jacket, leather... I don't care what kind, just make sure it does not lay over your breasts. It just should cover your arms. With all that and your legs covered, I am sure, I fulfill my promise. So what do you say?"

She looked down at the floor. This time you WERE sure. It was anger in her eyes.
"What should I say? I already agreed to it, now get the fuck out, I have to get into my school uniform. If you want you can stay at the counter, so the conditions of the deals are being taken into the database correctly."

She shoves you out of the room while saying it. You saw at the end of the room a window open and a bag being dropped in. This must be her uniform.