Well, not "her" PE kit....

Sandry grabbed the bag from her locker and headed into the changing room. As much as she disliked PE, she was at least glad of a chance to take off her restrictive clothing. As she unbuttoned and unzipped, she pushed the thought of how she would get back into the clothes to the back of her mind.

Stripped to her underwear, Sandry opened the gym bag.

The first thing that worried her was the t-shirt, sitting on top of the bag. The white cotton garment was decorated with a pink border at the collar and cuffs, a personalisation allowed in lower years but now she was 18 definitely not. Looking closer, Sandry saw what she was dreading- name labels reading not Sandry Smith, but Lucy Smith. Her little sister! This was the wrong uniform!

Lucy was three years younger than Sandry, shorter and not possessing the impressive curves that the older Smith had. While the uniform might possibly go on her, Sandry knew it would be touch and go.

Around her, girls had already finished putting on their own white t-shirts and blue shorts, she was going to have to do something.