-I transfer to 'finishing' school'

I agree with Uncle Ken that a year at the finishing school would probably be best. As his limousine pulls through the gates of the school to drop me off, I wonder about the signage on the brick wall surrounding the school--' St. Winifred's Academy for Wayward Young Women '- "devoted to the development and rearing of promising young ladies"

As I'm taken to my boarding school room, I notice that the school was once a hotel. The two-story building's former hotel rooms provide each well- heeled student with a small, but well-appointed, room of their own. Each has a bathroom and even a kitchenette. The former hotel conference rooms were now the classrooms. The health spa now was the school gym. An indoor pool was also featured. Also available for use was the campus cafeteria, formerly the hotel's dining room. It was kept very casual, with lowkey lighting and lots of greenery.

I enter my room, and find my class schedule laid out. As well as the school uniform.

I skim through the teacher's bios and realize they are all male, most of them older than uncle. And then I try on the uniform. It is very cute, but not what most staid institutions usually allow their young ladies.

There is no bra, but merely a silky white chemise with pink ribbons that tie into cute bows at my shoulders. The panties match, though they are very high-cut both front and rear. The pink ribbon ties into a little bow at each hip. I pull on thick salmon-coloured socks, they stretch to just above my dimpled knees. My blouse is also a shiny salmon-shaded material, very closely tailored to my contours. The exposed shirttails flare out into little skirt-like pleats above my black miniskirt. The flared pleats of the skirt barely reach mid-thigh when standing straight, much less when I bend. I add a black crossover tie and the maroon blazer with the school crest on the left breast. Oh, I almost forgot my black riding boots. They reach to below my knees and have a one-inch heel.

I hear hustle and bustle in the formerly quiet halls. I decide to venture out.