He wants to talk to Vee and Jean first.

Uriah's deep dive into articles about uniforms and dress codes had made time go by fast. When he checked the clock, he noticed that it was already 11:00 pm. Since he only had one more free day until classes began again, Uriah decided to go to bed so he could wake up early and have more time to do things during the daytime.

As he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, Uriah's mind came up with many different crazy ideas for new uniforms. While part of his fascination with them obviously came from his teenage horniness, he also couldn't help but admire the efficiently and utility that the uniforms provided.

Of course, he knew that Vee and Jean would never support the implementation of uniforms, but Uriah was beginning to believe more and more that uniforms would be a net positive for the college. In the past, Uriah had never been an active member in any student government organizations. He had tended to go with the flow and keep his head down. Now, however, he felt like he had a proposal that he just had to tell to the student council.

Confident with his plan, Uriah settled down to sleep for the night. He had to be well-rested for his upcoming busy day.

When Uriah awoke in the morning, Marcus was already up and gone. Marcus was a part of several organizations on campus so he often had club meetings at random times of the day. After getting dressed, Uriah walked down the hallway towards stairwell. He decided to go upstairs to see if either Vee or Jean were around.

The third floor hallway was pretty empty for the most part. Uriah assumed that most of the girls were sleeping in on their last free day. He made his way to Vee and Jean's room and knocked on the door. He heard some rustling from within before the door swung open.

With sleepy eyes, Vee glared at Uriah. She had on an oversized t-shirt that looked more like a dress. Her feet were bare, and her hair was a tangled mess.

"What do you want?" she said, annoyed.

"Did you just wake up?" asked Uriah, with a chuckle.

"Obviously," said Vee. "It's the last day of break. I wanted to sleep in a little."

"Well, now that you're up," said Uriah, "do you want to go get some breakfast?"

"Sure, I guess," said Vee. "I'll get Jean up, and we'll be out in a second."

Vee closed the door. After about ten minutes, the door reopened, and Jean and Vee stepped out. Both girls were dressed casually in t-shirts and shorts with their hair up in ponytails. The hairstyle reminded Uriah of the articles about the uniforms that he had read last night. He almost commented on that fact but pulled back since it would have definitely put Vee in an even worse mood.

"Are we going to Eggs On Eggs?" asked Jean.

"That was my plan," said Uriah. Eggs On Eggs was a restaurant that they had regularly gone to during the previous school year. It was famous for its decent breakfast for cheap prices. It was the perfect place for broke college students.

The three of them made their way out of the building and across campus. Crossing several streets, they made it to the restaurant. The inside was extremely cozy and smelled of fresh bacon and maple syrup. The whole place felt like something out of a woodland fairy village.

Uriah and the girls sat at one of the booths and waited for a waitress to come over. The waitress was a young woman, likely around twenty-two. She wore the standard Eggs On Eggs uniform, which consisted of a lacy green bra that was basically see-through, a matching set of panties, and a translucent green waist apron.

"Hello," she said. "Welcome to Eggs On Eggs. I'll be your servant today. What can I get for you?" Waitresses at the restaurant were instructed to act like maids or slaves to the customers, which many people found sexy.

"We'll get three orders of the classic breakfast," said Uriah. The waitress nodded and walked back to the kitchen. Uriah watched her leave, admired the way her panties sunk in between her ass cheeks.

As she walked, a short, fat man moved next to her. He had a paddle and whacked the waitress on her left butt cheek. The waitress let out a yelp before moving quicker to the kitchen. The man was what businesses called a "motivator". He was hired to encourage female employees to work harder and more efficiently. While different motivators had different methods of work, the most common one was the classic paddle spanking.

"Hey, maybe you should work here, Vee," said Uriah, smirking.

"Not in a million years," said Vee, glaring at Uriah.

"Well, you're the one who always says you need money," said Uriah.

The group conversed as they waited for the waitress to bring their food. Uriah contemplating bringing up the subject of the uniform proposal but figured he should wait until breakfast was over before he did.