Of course she does!

You had never felt more humiliated in your life. Part of you wanted to run, escape from this madhouse of a school, of a situation. The other part, the part that was in control, reminded you of how bad jail would be. When offered the choice, St. Mary's seemed to be the better choice, although in that moment, you wondered...

A snicker snaps you out of your reverie. Stopping in the middle of the hallway, you hear the twitter of your fellow students as they take in your outfit. It had been bad enough that your new school clothing was the kind of schoolgirl outfit you'd pulled yourself off to so many nights before, but now that Miss Jones had decided to punish you for forgetting to wear a bra, it was worse. So much worse.

"Lookin' good, hot stuff!" a soprano voice called from somewhere behind you. The heat of your face turning red was bad enough, but knowing that while standing only clad in panties, a bra, and high-heeled Mary-Janes exposed how you were most likely blushing all over your body was worse.

"Shut-up," you muttered, starting forward again. All day this would be your clothing, every class, every activity. Miss Jones had informed the entire faculty once she had discovered that you had forgotten the bra as part of your uniform. Not until curfew would you be allowed to change. You never thought you'd be so looking forward to putting on a skirt in your entire life.

Walking through the crowd of schoolgirls offering cat calls and wolf whistles, you made your way to your first lesson. As you walked into the classroom, you were surprised to find that you were going to be learning...