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Chapter 2. In which Sarah is issued a uniform
"Move it Porter."
Sarah struggled with her bags as she tried to keep up with her handler. What did that even mean - 'handler'? It was a rather strange title but then everything was pretty strange at this school. Sarah was unsure if it was what all English boarding schools were like or if it was just all English people in general.
She ran along behind the fast-moving girl, quickly losing her way amongst the twists and turns of the old building. They passed only one other girl in the corridor and Sarah noticed that she was dressed in the same uniform as Harper. It was a cute little uniform of blue pleated skirt and white blouse with a blue chequered tie, white knee-socks and black shoes.
"I like your uniform," Sarah gasped when she caught up to Harper. The older girl stopped abruptly and twirled to face her, almost causing Sarah to fall over and knock the other girl down in the process. She only just managed to stumble against the wall to prevent it.
"Listen Porter I am a prefect of this school. Do you know what that means? You heard Mrs Huffington-Smythe explain it to you. I am your superior. You do not speak without permission and when you do you address me as Miss Harper. You got that?" The anger was evident on the young girl’s face.
"Uh, yeah Miss Harper," Sarah stammered somewhat taken aback.
"Uh, yeah Miss Harper," the older girl mimicked in a high-pitched whiny voice. "Try again and this time with respect, spunk."
"Yes Miss Harper," Sarah almost whispered, admonished by the venom in the girls voice.
"You listen and listen good. I am in charge of you during free periods, lunch, house events and generally any other time you are not under the supervision of a teacher or housemistress. If you get in trouble I get in trouble. Now I get in trouble and you better believe you will feel bad about that. You do what I say when I say. Fucking Trinity bitches. I know you cunts have your uses but you better not cost me any privileges. Fucking Trinity bitches! Fucking spunk! Now let’s get you processed."
Sarah was shocked by the tirade. She had no idea what was going on. Harper had already turned away and continued on so she stumbled after her, her mind reeling. This chick obviously hated her. But for what? For being in a different house? For having to show her around and be responsible?
Sarah knew she didn't hate her for who she was, she didn't know her. She vowed to do whatever she could to show the older girl she would not get her into trouble. She needed friends here. She never really had any great girlfriends back home. She was too studious, too quiet and reserved. All the other girls just wanted to watch the football players and get drunk or talk about vampires or some other stupid crap. She was hoping these English girls just might be a little more mature.
Sarah saw Harper disappear into a room ahead and hurried to follow her inside. The room was large and without a door, simply a large square opening that let on to the corridor. Directly ahead was a large counter behind which she could see a mass of caged shelves. To her left the entire wall was covered in small pigeonholes, some small letter-sized others much larger and might be able to hold one of her bags. To the right the room was split into three cubicles that all seemed empty right now.
"Put your bags up here on the counter and then move back into the middle of the room and wait," ordered Harper as she dinged the small metal bell that sat on the countertop. Sarah strode forward and struggled to lift her bags up onto the high counter. She then moved back into the centre of the room and looked at the pigeonholes. Most were empty but some had letters, some had small or large boxes and some contained some rather strange looking things that Sarah could not quite make out.
"Porter, what the hell? Attention!" Harper snapped.
Sarah jumped and quickly stood to attention. Damn, damn, damn. Her first chance squandered.
As she picked out something to focus on to keep her eyes ahead, she hoped that if she did something wrong and no one else was there that it would not reflect badly on Miss Harper. She chose the clock on the wall behind the counter. It was too far away for her to make out anything but the numbers but if she squinted she could almost see the thin hour and minute hands.
Harper stayed at the counter mumbling to herself and dinged the small metal bell again. Sarah wasn't sure exactly how long it took for someone to show up but she heard the bell ding twice more before she noticed some movement out of the corner of her eye.
"Sorry it took so long, it's after hours you know. And on a Sunday. Now how can I help you young lady." Sarah could tell from the voice it was an older lady, late 40s for sure. And she sounded rather matronly. Isn't it funny, she thought to herself, how you can get an impression from someone's voice alone. A small dreamy smile spread across Sarah’s face.
"She looks happy," observed the matronly woman.
"I have no idea why Mrs Goodwin. This is a new girl for Trinity house. Needs processing and she already has four infractions," stated Harper matter-of-factly. Sarah composed herself.
"Oh dear, another Trinity girl. Well let's begin. It's after five already and Miss Marple is on tonight. Never miss it dear. Ok, Porter is it. You can begin undressing, have her put her clothes in this bag and we can add it to her other bags for storage."
Sarah's mind couldn't quite process what she had just heard. She just stood, frozen to the spot. The only movement she made was the heaving of her chest as she fought for air and the blinking of her eyes as she tried to understand what was going on.
"Come on Porter. I know you're Trinity and all but surely you understand 'getting undressed'," derided Harper. Sarah's mind whirled.
"Uh yeah Miss Harper but... but...I...why do I have to get undressed?" Sarah asked plaintively.
"Well you need to be fitted for your uniform. It's all part of student processing. You are to wear your uniform at all times while are Harkwood. Even on excursions, if you have the permissions, you are to wear your uniform as you are always representing the school and your behaviour is always under scrutiny. Come on, you are at an all girls boarding school. You really think you have anything that hasn't already been seen?"
Well maybe for you, Sarah thought, but you haven't seen mine. She so wanted to answer back but she knew she already had a bunch of marks against her name and she desperately just wanted to fit in. Sarah didn't move however, until Harper started to advance towards her with the large paper bag.
"Two seconds Porter and you get infraction number five," threatened Harper.
Sarah took the whole two seconds to try and orientate herself. She moved towards one of the cubicles to her left and began unbuttoning her jacket.
"Get back here. What do you think you are doing?"
"Um, getting changed?"
"Well, well, infraction five it is," her handler said, shaking her head.
"Um, getting changed Miss Harper," Sarah quickly corrected herself.
"Well finally catching on but too late. Now those cubicles are for examinations. I told you to get undressed. Not to move anywhere. Now hurry it up."
"Yes Miss Harper," Sarah replied dejectedly. She began unbuttoning her jacket again and ducked a quick glance behind her as she did. The doorway was wide open. Anyone happening past could see straight in. At least it was warm inside the school, something she had noticed upon entering, what seemed like hours ago.
"I am going to count to ten Porter. If all your clothes aren't in this bag by the time I hit one you will have another infraction."
Tears began to form in Sarah's eyes. She was being treated as if she was entering prison instead of a highly respected school. Just because this was the way things were done here didn't really help to console her at all. She hurriedly placed her jacket in the bag, her jumper soon followed, then her overshirt.
"Nine."
Sarah hurried. She removed her t-shirt and then bent over and untied her sneakers and removed her socks, placing them in the bag as she straightened up.
"Six."
What happened to seven and eight? Sarah unlaced her belt and zipped down her jeans. She looked at Harper plaintively and seeing nothing but the stony-faced girl’s lack of compassion she slid them down her shapely legs, folded them and placed them in the bag as well. She then stood her arms folded across her chest, clad only in the plain black bra, black cotton panties and the full-leg black stockings.
"Five."
"Four."
Sarah scrambled to remove her stockings. She bent right over at the waist as she rolled them down her legs, balled them up and placed them in the bag.
"Three."
The tears that were welling in Sarah's eyes now tumbled down her cheeks.
"Please, I am undressed, stop counting," Sarah pleaded, though knowing full well that this was not what was expected. She just could not force herself to remove her bra and panties. No one living had seen her in anything less than bra and panties other than her mother and even she hadn't seen that for years. Sarah was not a prude but she was self-conscious about her body. She knew it was nice and slim and proportioned but she definitely didn't class herself as pretty. And her breasts, well her breasts... well they were hers.
"Two. Infraction six. Now we are going for number seven."
Sarah grit her teeth, screwed up her courage, fought back the wave of tears and quickly slipped the straps of her bra down her arms, twisted it around, unclipped it and threw it in the bag.
"One."
Sarah slipped her fingers in the band of her panties and slid them down her legs and demurely placed them in the bag along with the rest of her clothes, her protection, the remnants of her life before Harkwood.
"Now the necklace, bracelet and earrings. Personal jewellery is not permitted at Harkwood."
Sarah dejectedly removed the bracelet and earrings, and placed them gently in the bag. Then she reached up and unclasped her necklace, conscious of how her breasts moved with this action, the one present her mother had given her that meant something. She almost sobbed as she placed it in the bag with the rest of her possessions.
"Zero. Now take your bra out of the bag and place it in like a nice girl, not like some stroppy bitch. I won't put up with that bullshit disrespect," spat Harper.
Sarah, mortified now she was naked in front of another girl, and the older Mrs Goodwin whom she had totally forgotten about until now, sniffed and reached into the bag, took out her bra and placed it gently back in the bag.
"Now apologise for being a nasty little bitch."
"Uh sorry Miss Harper," sniffed Sarah, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"What for Porter? Don't you even know how to apologise properly. Surely you have had to do a lot of it, or maybe not. Well we are not as forgiving of little bitches here. Now apologise properly and stand at attention. That is the last time I will tell you." Harper moved in close to Sarah as she moved to attention - back straight, arms behind her, hands in the small of her back and her right palm resting in her left - almost but not quite touching her breasts.
"You better learn one thing right now. You stand at attention whenever you finish doing anything. You are supposed to do that in the presence of superiors but seeing you are a Trinity girl then that means pretty much everyone. It better become second nature to you quicksmart or you are going to have one tapestried ass. Got it?"
"Yes Miss Harper."
Sarah had resumed the humiliating position. To do it while clothed was one thing, now that she was naked it was totally different. Her breasts were slightly pushed out in front of her and her legs being shoulder-width apart meant her vagina was able to be seen. She had hardly any hair on her mound, just a light down of brown curls. She had always been rather annoyed that her pubic hair had not grown in so much as she knew it should, even for a 16 year old, and now more than ever as it left her even more exposed.
What did that 'tapestried ass' remark mean? Did they still have corporal punishment here? Or was she just trying to scare her. Sarah looked forward and tried to focus on the clock again. But the remnants of the tears in her eyes just made everything a huge watery blur. This wasn't fair. She was a good girl. She didn't deserve this treatment.
Sarah tried to justify it to herself in any way she could. Maybe it was some weird hazing kind of thing. Maybe it was just the weirdly strict British way. She had heard some strange things about Europeans. Maybe... well whatever, she needed to just get through it, get her uniform and try to figure out why everyone hated Trinity house. She had heard of girls being jealous of other girls who were smarter than them and Trinity was the special house for advanced students so maybe that was it. Well Sarah was determined to not follow the trend and be a Trinity girl who didn't turn her nose up at the other less fortunate girls of the other houses.
Sarah straightened her shoulders a little bit, blinked away the tears as best she could and waited patiently like she knew she should.
Sarah could hear the brisk clip of Mrs Goodwin’s heels on the hard flooring as she approached the girl. She steeled herself to remain looking forward. She was going to do right, she had six infractions, or something like that. She had no idea what they meant but she heard they would go on her record, and that was not a good thing.
"Right I am going to measure you for your uniform. We have a very strict uniform code here at Harkwood and infractions are earned for each and every breach. All these details can be found in the school rules which you will be issued with as part of your student kit. It is your responsibility to look after your uniform and kit. Any damage will be paid for by you, not your patron. Your patron pays for your tuition and your place at this hallowed school not for clumsiness, laziness or just plain wilfulness on your part. Do you understand, my dear?"
"Yes Mrs Goodwin."
"Porter, for fu... Mrs Goodwin is staff. This means you treat her with the appropriate respect."
What had she done wrong now? She was respectful, very respectful, she was trying her best. Was it her tone? No she had been very sweet. Too sweet? No, surely not. Then it hit her like a bolt from the blue.
"Yes Ma'am," Sarah replied meekly.
"You want me to add it Mrs Goodwin? She really should know better," questioned Harper.
"No dear that's alright. She didn't mean anything by it I am sure. I have dealt with enough of these Trinity girls over the years to know better."
"I know Mrs Goodwin, it's just that this one is mine and I don't want to gain strikes because of her. I don't even know why we have to have them here at all," pouted Harper.
"Come now, that's not quite fair. They have to be educated somewhere and Trinity house has always brought in a lot of money for this school. You have a rowing program, a full orchestra of instruments and world-class gym because of them. Besides, it's not their fault. I know how easy it is to blame, but God gave us all different gifts. He blessed you with brains, Miss Maths Champion, and he blessed this girl with something else entirely."
"I guess Mrs Goodwin. You are a wise lady."
"Ah Clarice, aren't you a sweetie. Now lets get you measured my dear," Mrs Goodwin said turning again to the waiting girl.
Sarah had stood patiently at attention, listening to this conversation. Now she was even more confused. Harper was smart? A maths champion? Well why wasn't she in Trinity house? And exactly how much had her stepfather paid to send her here. She didn't have long to dwell on these thoughts as she soon felt a cool plastic measuring tape placed around her waist. Mrs Goodwin leaned in, read off the measurement and wrote it down on a little pad.
"Arms up dear."
Sarah raised her arms above her head, feeling the air move across her breasts as she did so. The young girl was so glad it was warm in here. Her nipples were small and pink and sat just a little bit above the middle of her breast, but when they got hard it was entirely different. She had looked it up on the internet and not all girls nipples got hard like hers, but when they did they moved her whole breast a little and they ended up pointing a little upwards. Sarah thought it was kind of cute, like they were saluting the sky, after she had gotten over her initial embarrassment about them. If they got hard in front of someone else though, she would just die.
She felt the tape go around her chest just under her breasts, then again around her breasts themselves, scraping her nipples as it did so. Mrs Goodwin hummed to herself as she worked, measuring the teen girl’s body.
"Arms out to the side."
Sarah complied and the tape went right up in her armpit and along the underside of her arm and then again from the top of her shoulder along the top of her arm to her wrist. As soon as this was finished Sarah stood back to attention. This elicited a smile from Harper, she was finally learning.
The tape next snaked around her throat and then around her forehead.
"Feet together."
Sarah stepped her feet together, very conscious of her thighs touching and finally hiding her sex. She felt the tape from her hipbone down to her ankle and then she felt the hand of Mrs Goodwin intrude between her thighs. Sarah almost jumped as she felt the tape brush past her downy pubic hair and touch the inside of her left thigh. and then be drawn all the way down to her ankle. Sarah felt herself grow uncomfortably warm. She knew her chest and face had just gone bright red and little beads of sweat popped out on her body. Her mind was swirling like a maelstrom. She was losing it.
Sarah felt Mrs Goodwin push the tape between her legs and she shuffled them slightly apart.
"No dear, feet back together for this measurement," Mrs Goodwin said pushing her thighs back together.
Sarah felt the tape loop up over her left breast and come together on her left shoulder. This movement pulled the tape up tight against her sex and Sarah gasped at the gentle touch. The process was repeated for her right shoulder. When Mrs Goodwin was finished she whipped the tape out from between Sarah's legs, the friction along her bare sex making her gasp.
As Mrs Goodwin moved away Sarah stepped back to attention, surprised herself that she had kept the presence of mind despite the confusion the humiliation her measuring had brought. But no one had commented on her blushing, no one had even noticed.
"Now left foot up dear."
Sarah lifted her left foot slightly off the ground, trying to balance herself with her hands behind her back was not easy. Very quickly however she felt her foot held by Mrs Goodwin and placed down onto a cold metal surface. Sarah soon realised it was one of those machines used to measure your foot. The same thing was done with her right foot and then Mrs Goodwin disappeared behind the counter.
When she was gone, Sarah could feel Harper walk around her. Her blush intensified, something she did not think possible. She knew her whole body was being scrutinised.
Harper liked what she saw. The milky white skin of this young girl was almost flawless. She had a small mole between her shoulder blades and another just above her bellybutton but other than that she was like porcelain. No tan lines at all, strange. She thought all Americans had tans.
Her ass was well rounded but petite, her legs were slim but quite toned. She had a rather boyish waist though, it wasn't really much narrower than her hips. Harper didn't pay much notice to her vagina, not interested, but her breasts were really nice. Tiny pink nipples almost topping them, she had not seen breasts like this before. Hers were larger, C while Sarah's were B, and her nipples were large and kind of indistinct. Harper would kill for these tiny nipples with well defined areola and little nubs like erasers.
Done with her inspection, Harper walked back to the counter to wait for Mrs Goodwin. She didn't want to be caught inspecting the new girl like that. She didn't want any rumours of her being a lesbian to start floating around the school.
"Okie doke. I think we have everything here," stated Mrs Goodwin upon her return. She wheeled a trolley out from behind the counter, upon which was piled clothes and a number of assorted boxes.
"Now Porter, you are being assigned these items as part of your uniform and they are now your responsibility. Your uniform comprises one part of your student kit. Ok, we will go through your uniform as you dress so you understand each piece, the correct way in which it is to be worn and the proper care of each item."
"First, seven pairs of knee socks, white. One pair for each day of the week, Saturday is laundry day by the way."
Each item was sealed in a plastic bag and Mrs Goodwin now broke open one bag of socks and handed them to the girl. She was standing off to one side of Sarah who was still obediently facing her eyes ahead and could not quite see the movement.
"Good girl Porter, but Mrs Goodwin is handing you something. When you hear her open each bag you may look to the item as it is handed to you," Harper commanded.
"Thank you Miss Harper." Sarah felt it best to thank her handler for this kindness in helping her not make a fool of herself and another member of staff. She desperately wanted to get this girl on side.
Sarah looked down to the pair of white socks being offered to her, reached out to take them and proceeded to put them on.
"Oh my god. You really make me regret helping you spunk. Apologies for my language Mrs Goodwin, but she is really trying. Now spunk I don't know what it's like in whatever broken-home ghetto neighbourhood you come from but when someone gives you something you thank them," sighed the exasperated Harper. Sarah just hung her head in shame.
"Sorry Miss Harper."
"Don't apologise to me dunce, apologise to Mrs Goodwin."
"Sorry Mrs Goodwin."
"Right, infraction seven. Sorry Mrs Goodwin but we already let that slide once and I don't think kindness is a great learning tool and she is going to need all the help she can get."
"I tend to agree with you Clarice. Please hand the socks back to me Porter and we shall try that one again shall we."
Sarah dejectedly handed the socks back. She was trying her best but failing abysmally. She had to get her brain into gear. Start thinking smart, well start thinking fullstop would be a good start. She took a deep breath and reached out again for the waiting pair of socks.
"Thank you Ma'am," said the dejected teen timidly. Sarah bent over at the waist and slid each white sock over her foot and then up her leg. She found they came up almost to the bottom of her knee, she had never owned socks like this before. There was an elasticised band at the top of the sock to keep them up over her calf. Sarah found it strangely wonderful just to be wearing anything at all, and she had really only been nude for a short time. It just made you realise how wonderful and powerful clothes were. Sarah was back at attention and just not having the hard floor directly under her feet was a wonder.
"I think we need to get that hair out of the way. So much easier to dress. Here Porter, you will be issued with two elastic hair bands, blue. Wrap that hair into a ponytail so it doesn't get in the way."
"Thank you Ma'am." Sarah reached out and took the small hair band, gathered up her shoulder-blade length, shiny brown hair and wrapped the band around it once, then twice. She pulled the hair behind the band apart, tightening it up and creating a pretty ponytail high on the back of her head."
"Now as I said, one pair a day. They are to be worn so as to come two inches below the knee. You will also be issued with five pairs of gym socks, white, but they can remain bagged for now. Next, shoes. Once again you will be issued with gym shoes as well as regular footwear. These are your gym shoes, try them on."
Sarah looked down and took the proffered shoes, "Thank you Ma'am." Out of the corner of her eye Sarah saw Harper throw her hands in the air like a hallelujah.
It made Sarah feel good, not only had she done something right but it really seemed like Harper was harsh only because she wanted her to succeed and so far Sarah had let her down. Miss Harper, she admonished herself. Miss Harper. You have to start thinking right or the wrong thing is just going to pop out.
Sarah squatted down to try the shoes on, noting that her gym shoes were black leather lace up shoes with a soft springy sole, not sneakers like she had been expecting.
"No, no, no, no, no. Porter, slatterns squat down, you bend over when you put your shoes on. Now hand them back to Mrs Goodwin and try again."
Sarah knew everyone was getting frustrated with her. And if it was something she had learned at home, when people are frustrated with you, they start to get angry. She was really going to have to do better, but how was she to know that squatting down was the wrong thing to do, at least she didn't get an infraction. This just reinforced Sarah’s good opinion of Miss Harper.
Sarah handed back the shoes, went back to standing at attention and then took them back again, thanking Mrs Goodwin. She then bent at the waist and a little at the knee, the least she could, and popped first one shoe on and then the next. She was immediately aware of how exposed this position made her. She needed to spread her legs to do it and her buttocks stuck right out, exposing her vagina from behind, she knew what this looked like, having played around in front of mirrors like any teen girl. She quickly laced up the shoes and stood at attention.
"Ok my dear, walk around the room a few times to get used to them to make sure they fit," smiled Mrs Goodwin.
Sarah began to walk around the edge of the room, her every move watched. She hoped to god she was walking correctly. Sarah thought it was strange that this was her first thought, instead of what she looked like, naked but for socks and shoes, her breasts bouncing slightly with each step. Why was she being dressed from the ground up? Why not...
"How does that feel dear?"
"Good thank you Ma'am," replied Sarah. And they did. The soles were surprisingly springy and she felt they would be great for running or any kind of gym work.
"Try standing on your tiptoes." Sarah did and found her foot moved not at all in the snug shoes.
"Now jump up and down a few times."
Sarah looked at Mrs Goodwin in despair. She knew what this would look like and what effect it would have. Sarah had always had sensitive nipples and her breasts moving erratically had always caused her nipples to stiffen. But Mrs Goodwin looked on only with concern for the shoes fitting correctly so Sarah steeled herself and jumped on the spot twice. Thankfully this was not enough to trigger her embarrassing nipples.
"They feel very good Ma'am."
"Ok now do some steps at the bench along the wall, right then left a few times to make sure they don't move at the heel." Sarah followed the instructions obediently, feeling her downy pubic hair brush her thighs as her vagina opened slightly each time she extended her leg and stepped up to the bench.
"Any movement dear?"
"No Ma'am."
"I don't know why you even bother asking Mrs Goodwin. You are so good at this. I remember you fitting me perfectly too."
"Well Clarice dear I take pride in my work. Ok Porter back here and take off those shoes and try on your everyday footwear."
Sarah walked back to the centre of the room and removed the shoes making sure to bend at the waist. She knew she was exposing her behind and vagina to anyone who might walk past the doorway but there was nothing she could do. She handed the shoes back to Mrs Goodwin who replaced them on the trolley.
"Ok dear here is your next item. Lovely shoes if I do say so myself."
Sarah reached out for the next item. She managed to get out a distracted "Thank you Ma'am" as she took the shoes. They were a shiny black with a thick four inch heel, a strap across the top of the foot and another buckle strap around the ankle. Sarah had never worn heels in her life, well once as a dress up to see how sexy she looked but she hadn't really walked in them.
"Oh I know dear," sighed Mrs Goodwin. "Aren't they lovely? Look even Clarice is jealous. They are great for the posture and will help you to no end in your deportment lessons."
Sarah bent over once again and placed the first shoe on her left foot and did up both straps, needing to stand on tiptoes on her right foot to keep her balance. She repeated the process for her right shoe and stood up to attention. She was not looking forward to doing circuits of the room to test these out. Her calves started to strain almost immediately, she just was not used to wearing shoes like this.
"Oh yes, lovely. You will be given the proper kit to keep these clean and sparkling but we can go into that later. You only have the one pair of shoes so take good care of them. At the end of the term you can come back and be refitted as I know you are still a growing girl. Ok?"
"Yes Ma'am," replied the stunned teen, flexing the muscles in her thighs and calves trying her best to acquaint herself with this new sensation of being so high off the ground.
"Now panties. You will receive seven pairs of panties, white and five pairs of gym panties, blue. We need not worry about those gym panties, they can go unopened with the socks. Here, one pair of panties, white."
Sarah looked and took the panties from Mrs Goodwin.
"Thank you Ma'am," the young girl almost groaned. Panties! There was hardly any material there at all. What she had been given was a tiny white g-string with a back strap so thin it was barely as wide as her finger. The crotch was a tiny triangle only three inches wide that branched up in thin strips to go around her hips. It would cover her sex sure, but only just. Sarah hesitated, holding the minute piece of material in her palm. She could screw it up in her hand so it was no bigger than a golf ball.
She slowly unravelled the panties, trying to make sure they did not get tangled again. She slid the tiny garment up her legs and seated it snugly against her skin. The material caressed her crotch but she knew it would not cover her pubic hair, this was one time she was glad she did not have much, it must look terrible. She knew there was a thin band between her buttocks but it felt like there was nothing there at all.
"I know that must seem a strange part of the uniform but you will realise in time what a blessing they truly are," observed Mrs Goodwin.
Sarah had no idea what she was talking about but respectfully reserved the right to disagree.
"And did you notice dear, they are all one piece of material, so no seams. They are about 40% cotton blended with some great synthetic fibres that give them that great nice snug fit, silky feel and ability to breathe. Do you like them dear?"
"Yes Ma'am," replied Sarah, though she wasn't too sure she did. They felt very smooth, almost silky but they gently hugged her every contour like a second skin. She still really felt like she had nothing on at all.
"Now for a bra, I guess you will be glad for one of those hey. I know your breasts aren't as large as Clarice's here," at this both girls blushed, "but even B cups need support. Now these bras are the best designed for growing breasts. They support but do not confine. You will be issued with three bras for everyday wear and five sports bras, which are much less fitted and we won't need to try on here. So three support bras, blue and five sports bras, blue."
Sarah reached out for the next item of her uniform. It was not immediately apparent what was wrong but as soon as she had straightened it out she felt a sinking feeling in the put of her stomach.
"Thank you Ma'am,' she said as she stared at the half cup blue bra. Sarah had to admit it was very pretty, a deep blue, the colour of the Harkwood uniform and the cup was trimmed with blue lace. As she went to put it on she noticed that it also clipped in the front. The design was quite ingenious, the clasps being hidden behind a layer of soft material. She unclipped the bra and shrugged into it. This was new for Sarah and she wasn't quite sure exactly how to fit it properly.
She decided to clasp the cups together and then slip them down past her breasts and then bring them up. It worked pretty well, as the straps were a slightly elastic, but her breasts were a little squashed and she had to cup each one and lift it up to settle them comfortably.
"Yes very nice my dear. The straps have spandex in them so they have a bit more give. Feel how they support each breast and how they leave the main part of the breast and the nipple free. No pressure, means more comfort and a lot of room for growing. Biggest mistake most girls make."
Sarah wasn't too interested in the future health of her breasts just then. She felt like her whole breast was still exposed. All this 'bra' really did was push her boobs up slightly. Sarah stood still, trembling as Mrs Goodwin fussed about the bra, adjusting the straps slightly and checking to see that her breasts sat in the cups properly.
"There now, that is fitted perfectly. You won't need to make any further adjustments until the end of term. Do you feel how perfectly your breasts sit my dear? See under the breast, the material of the cup lifts and sits tight to your skin, none of that nasty slippage or pinching. And definitely none of that nasty peeking out underneath that underwire bras can cause. Comfortable aren't they?”
"Yes Mrs Goodwin, they are very comfortable." Sarah could not believe she was discussing her breasts with this woman. She was mortified though she did have to admit that the bra was easily the most comfortable she had ever worn, if she didn't feel so terribly expose she could happily wear it.
"I know it can be hard to believe that a half cup like this can provide better support, so many girls are incredulous. Just bounce up and down a few times, dear, you will see. Just bounce, I know that jumping in those lovely shoes might not be the easiest thing."
Sarah closed her eyes and took a deep breath, instantly aware that this pushed her breasts out even further. She hung her head in shame, bent her knees slightly and bounced up and down on the spot three times.
"Head up Porter, you are likely to fall over doing that. You are still at attention you know,” snapped Harper.
"See dear," beamed Mrs Goodwin, "the breasts are allowed full movement but they always come to rest perfectly in the cups, exactly where they started. A truly brilliant design."
Sarah stood perfectly still. She had to simply assume that Mrs Goodwin was right. Her breasts still felt perfectly comfortable even though she knew they had moved, and moved quite a lot. Her breasts were only B, though she knew they were closing in on C, how did those girls with much bigger boobs deal with it.
Then she felt it. Sarah squeezed her eyes closed for just an instant and tried to think of boring things like calculus problems. She had felt her nipples begin to harden, that bouncing had done it. Sarah’s focus was a little off as she tried her hardest to halt the tightening of her nipples, she knew with some girls you could hardly tell but there was no mistaking when hers got hard, but she heard Mrs Goodwin start talking.
"Now for your skirt. You will be issued with three skirts, pleated, blue. This is a little different from the skirts you might be used to. It wraps around, but this has been fitted quite exactly and there is just the one small clip that fastens it. Easily removed with just the one hand but quite secure."
Sarah reached out, took the skirt and thanked Mrs Goodwin. As she was studying the skirt and locating the clip, Harper stepped behind her.
"Mrs Goodwin I don't think she is used to skirts at all. She is American remember, they don't even have uniforms over there."
"Ah, I had heard that. Is this true Porter?"
"Yes Ma'am," Sarah replied as she wrapped the pleated skirt around her waist and fastened the clip, glad finally to have some real clothes.
"What did you usually wear to school then, my dear," asked the inquisitive older lady.
"Um just whatever Ma'am. Jeans and shirts mostly."
"How positively vulgar, young ladies dressing like that at a place of learning no less. Well you are here now and a uniform is a very important part of school life. It allows the student to focus on the studies and not obsess about fashion and other trivial things."
Yeah right, thought Sarah. If anything she was focusing more on what she was wearing then she ever had in her entire life.
"Now the skirt is designed to fit so that it sits ten inches above the knee. Socks two inches below the knee, skirt ten inches above, you would do well to remember that," said Mrs Goodwin as she took out her tape and measured this distance between sock and skirt at each knee. "See I knew as soon as you put that skirt on, it was wrong. You have it entirely too high. Did you not feel that it was loose? Silly girl, the way you have it you would be flashing half the school."
Mrs Goodwin moved behind Sarah and unclasped the skirt, lowered it so that it fit perfectly around her hipbones and refastened it. Now it sat snug against Sarah's hips, falling straight down in front and pouting out behind her as it met her buttocks. The material was soft but a little stiff and it flared out a little behind her.
Sarah's blush continued to deepen at her continued inability to get the simplest things right. But at least I managed to get my nipples under control, she thought triumphantly. Thank you calculus!
"Blouse. You will be issued seven blouses, white."
Sarah reached out and was relieved to see it was a standard white school blouse, like any other she had ever seen. It buttoned up the front with pretty white flower buttons. It had a stiff collar and a band at the waist that also looked a little stiff. Sarah thanked Mrs Goodwin and proceeded to put the blouse on. As she slid her arms through each sleeve she noticed how this movement accentuated her exposed breasts. She hurriedly buttoned the blouse, noticing at the same time how short the sleeves were. They only came a few inches down her arm and were a very snug fit.
When she was finished Sarah stood back at attention. It was only as she straightened up that she realised how tight the blouse was. The sleeves were tight, the somewhat stiff waistband fit perfectly to the top of her skirt, but across her chest the blouse pulled and strained slightly. Sarah hoped this was just because she had her hands behind her back but even so, she could feel the fabric push against her nipples.
"Now, don't you look lovely. Last thing we need to add for your everyday uniform is your tie. Unfortunately tradition has fallen a little by the wayside in this regard and this is just a clip-on."
"Thank you Ma'am," Sarah said as she took the last part of her uniform. It was a tiny blue chequered tie with two clips at the top, only some four inches long in total length. She was wondering just how the clips fit but as she raised it she felt two tiny loops of thread under her collar. It was a matter of seconds to clip it and put her hands behind her back once again.
"There now, a real Harkwood girl. Now your hat is not meant to be worn all the time but anytime you leave the building you are expected to be wearing it," Mrs Goodwin said as she placed the straw hat on Sarah's head. "Nice fit, but as you are inside I will place it with the rest of your kit that can go straight to your dorm."
"Last two items we won't need to worry about right now. A leotard for dance and a swimsuit, they can go straight to your dorm. Well uniform fitted and supplied. We had better hurry seeing as it is really getting on. Clarice please put her in cubicle one, we will take the pictures and quickly finish this up so you can get her acquainted with the facilities."
"This way Porter," Harper commanded as she walked to the right, into one of the cubicles.
Sarah's feet had begun to tingle, standing at attention in the one spot in her new shoes for so long. She almost stumbled with her first step but managed to steady herself. By the time she had taken the eight steps to the cubicle she had managed to get somewhat used to the shoes. Her steps were a little smaller than usual but at least she was steady.
"Stand up against this wall."
Sarah moved to attention against the far wall and stared at the pigeonholes across the room. Mrs Goodwin passed in front of her pushing a different trolley.
"OK now we need to take some photos for your school id. Look straight at the camera and smile, just a little." No sooner had Sarah looked at the lens of the large camera Mrs Goodwin had focused on her than, FLASH. She was almost blinded.
"Terrible, you have your eyes closed and there is definitely no smile. Once again."
This time at least Sarah was prepared. She tried to smile as best she could, the little sweet smile her mother had always said was cute. FLASH.
Mrs Goodwin looked at the back of the camera. "Better, you really are a pretty girl Porter. Though that smile is a little too... well provocative. But it is to be expected I suppose."
Provocative? What the hell was she on about, thought Sarah. That was sweet, just sweet.
"Ok, we will go with that. Two minutes to get this card stamped and we should be about done. Clarice be a dear and tag her while I do this."
"Yes Mrs Goodwin," replied Clarice enthusiastically. The prefect grabbed something quickly from the trolley and advanced towards Sarah. She went to her left side and came in very close, Sarah could feel her breath on her left ear.
"Tilt your head to the right," commanded Harper.
Sarah did as she was told, trembling now, not only with the closeness of the other girl but in fear of just what was going on. She shivered as Harper took her left earlobe and gently slid an earring into the waiting hole. Sarah heard a sharp click as Harper applied pressure to the ring. She moved away leaving the stunned girl wondering what had just happened.
"Thank you Clarice, you are such a helpful girl. Right now Porter. Here is your id. I will place it with the rest of your kit as you may have noticed that your uniform does not have any pockets. You are only required to carry your id when you leave the grounds. That's what we have your tag for. I am glad you were already pierced, as I honestly don't relish doing that myself.”
Mrs Goodwin took a hand scanner off the trolley and scanned the barcode on Sarah's school id. She consulted the laptop on the trolley, “Ok, card working." She then walked towards Sarah, leaned in and grabbed the small metal tag that dangled from her left ear. Sarah heard the loud beep as the scanner read the barcode on the tag and she blinked back the tears as she watched Mrs Goodwin walk back to the trolley.
She had been tagged like a piece of livestock. This was disgusting. They weren't even treating her like a person. Telling her what to do and then ignoring her, discussing her as if she wasn't there and now marking her like an animal. It was too much for Sarah and the tears began to run down her cheeks as she felt the small metal tag swinging from her ear.
"The wonders of modern technology hey Clarice. I can't tell you how much easier this has made everyone's job. Now we can keep track of them with a simple computer. And especially for Trinity house. So much less paperwork. Clarice, we may as well add these infractions in now. How many was it?"
"Eight Mrs Goodwin. One was for poor posture, one for impudence and six for disobedience," Harper replied succinctly.
"Very good. All entered. Now Porter your permanent record can be updated from either your ID, which you won't carry very often, or your ID tag, which will remain with you every minute you are a student at Harkwood. The ring is permanently closed and will need to be cut off when you graduate. Many girls like to keep it as a memento, but that is really up to your patron."
"Ok Clarice you can take her to the nurse now. I let Miss Sharp know you would be coming so she should be ready for you. Porter, the other items of your kit will be waiting for you in your dorm. The most important piece is your School Manual. This details all the rules of Harkwood and you will need to familiarise yourself with it from back to front."
"Thanks Mrs Goodwin. See you later, come on Porter."
"Thank you Ma'am," said Sarah, curtsying as she had been taught, before she tentatively made her way after Harper.
"My pleasure, it was nice to meet you Porter. You are now officially a student at Harkwood College."