She makes it back safely, but...

Heather burst into her room and gasped loudly. She had had to spend over an hour avoiding the campus patrols. True, they kept the university safe for women going out at night, but they were a real pain in the ass for someone trying to be sneaky.

She took a few seconds to rub her arms and warm herself (it was COLD outside), but was overcome with curiousity; what had Jennifer chosen for her to wear? With a mixture of fear and eagerness, she ran over to her bed and saw a line of seven boxes in a row. Each box had a day of the week written on it, starting with Sunday. The boxes for Tuesday through Saturday all had notes saying not to open them until the night before "Or Else."

Heather did volunteer work at the local church on Sundays and nervously opened the "Sunday" box. Conservative blue dress, comfy shoes and socks, nylons, panties, bra, earrings. No vibrators or other toys. Nothing remotely risky or scandelous. Heather was relieved, if a little disappointed. Her mistress hadn't gone off the deep end; she knew the importance of keeping some things safe and reasonable

The Monday box had a dress shirt and pleated skirt in the same style as the regular uniforms, confusing Heather. Again, no sex toys, no "fuck me" sign on the back, it even came with a bra and panties. The hemline was even a reasonable length...

Heather didn't like not understanding what was going on. Were all the boxes like this? She reached for the Tuesday box and almost opened it, when she remembered something. Jennifer knew that Heather had trouble waiting for things. She must have known that Heather would want to open the boxes to peek inside.

That meant... the boxes were rigged somehow. They had to be. Jennifer's uncle worked for a bank and has access to things like exploding blue dye capsules. Burning with frustration, she shoved the boxes under the bed, masturbated to warm herself up, and went to sleep.

Sunday was uneventful, and anyway there were kids involved so it wouldn't be appropriate to cover here at CHYOO.

Monday morning, Heather got dressed in the uniform her mistress had left for her. The fabric felt a little unusual, but didn't seem at all dangerous.

If Heather had taken even a half of a sewing course, she might have noticed what was wrong...