Takes his skirt off to check his story.

Once in the dean's office, she ordered him to remove his skirt.

"I'm sorry?"

"I have to double check your story. And for that, I must make sure your skirt hasn't been altered and that is is, in fact, one of the ones the school ordered for you. Don't worry, my office is completely private."

Except for you, he thought. He pulled down his skirt and immediately moved a hand in front of his panties to hide his tiny erection.

"Good," she said, "I'm glad you, at least are wearing regulation panties."

And so he stood there, in his panties, his hands folded over the small tent in his panties, while the dean looked at the tag on his skirt, inspected the seams for tampering, and called someone to verify that these were, in fact, based on Alexa's measurements.

Joshua made the mistake of trying to surreptitiously push his erection down, but that just made it fight back harder than ever.

Eventually, the dean said, "Well, I guess your story is true, sorry for wasting your time. I assume you will be ordering a new set of uniforms? Something that will fit you better?"

Joshua thought about the woman at the salon who had made him promise her all his money for one measly orgasm. But she had the power to destroy his life, so he couldn't think of trying to screw her over.

"I...um, don't have any money. Not for the next couple months."

"Oh, I see. Well, I guess I'll have to write you a note giving you permission to wear shorter than regulation skirts for the time being."

She wrote the note, then walked back around the desk to hand him the note and skirt at the same time.

He had no choice but to take one with each hand and simply pray she didn't look down to see his little dick-tent.