A cheerleader uniform (sorta)

Kacey handed the gown to the woman behind the counter, who suppressed a smile as the naked girl donned an infamous outfit. It was known as a "punishment uniform" that new cheerleaders who received a certain number of demerits would have to wear. The uniform was very skimpy, and held on by a few strips of velcro. Of course, the young women unfortunate enough to wear it would still be allowed to wear the required underwear and spankies underneath. Not so for poor Kacey.

As the undressed genius put on the uniform, she failed to notice the velcro strip located in the back of the uniform top as well as the velcro dot between her breasts. She was more preoccupied with how much of her skin was on show. The top was not much better than a bikini top with short sleeves. Her upper back was covered, as were her shoulders, but in front, her breasts were barely covered, sporting a lot of cleavage, and left her midriff completely exposed.

The skirt was another story. It appeared to be a wraparound style with the opening on her left, where a zipper closed it. However, a velcro strip was located on the back center as well as being incredibly short. She had to wear it low on her hips to cover her entire backside with only two inches to spare. The draft between her legs also made her all too aware of her lack of underwear.

"Well, it's better than being seen completely naked. You're sure I can wear this back to the parking lot without having to return it?" Kacey asked, making sure she wasn't going to end up coming back here.

"I assure you that your outfit won't have to come back here." The woman replied.

Sighing, Kacey walked down the hallway and back towards the admissions office to retrieve her keys and wallet from Brooke. Once outside, she began to jog across the campus. On her way there, she heard a near deafening whistle blow behind her, making her stop in her tracks.

"Okay, Ho-bag. You think just because you didn't show up to the graduation ceremony that you can skip out on the game? Punishment uniform or not, you are part of the squad!" An authoritative female voice shouted.

Kacey turned around to see a woman in her early thirties, tall, muscular, and wearing a sports bra, tank top, and yoga pants. She was holding a clip board, and a whistle around her neck.

"There's been a mistake. I'm not one of your girls. I'm just trying to get back to the admissions office." Kacey tried to explain.

"You're in a hurry to get to a deserted office. Gotta have to try better than that to trick me. I may not be your usual coach, but I demand respect, and you are expected to join the rest of your squad for the game! Now, either join the squad or I make sure the coach makes you wear that uniform every season!" The woman replied.

Kacey didn't feel like arguing, so she sighed and followed the woman. She hoped that the girls will notice she isn't part of their squad and make sure the truth comes out. However, between her embarrassment at being mistaken for a cheerleader being punished and the fact she was keenly aware of her bare skin underneath the uniform, she shivered as she felt moisture between her legs. Her mind wandered towards her newfound arousal as she absentmindedly followed the woman until she stopped in the parking lot. Standing before her were the other cheerleaders, waiting expectantly.

"Okay girls, we had a straggler. Good thing I went to use the restroom before we had to leave or I wouldn't have caught this slut wearing the punishment uniform." The coach explained.

Kacey smiled sheepishly as the other girls whispered amongst them in confusion and excitement at having a random girl to humiliate. The school knew about the punishment uniform and how it was used. So, any controversy dried up pretty quick. They began to stare at the unfortunate girl like a wolf staring at its prey. Kacey gulped, knowing she would find no mercy here.

"Okay girls! Time to go." The substitute coach blew her whistle, and Kacey just realized why they were in the parking lot.