Your conscience rallies against you again – demanding to know why you're doing this.
Part of you has concluded that if you really want to get a good grade on this paper, it might be best to actually partake a class in action, rather than observer or interview students and faculty. It will be difficult, perhaps even make you get in trouble, but your curious and sharp mind concludes it's the best choice – the risk is worth the potential reward. Your teacher will be impressed with your gumption, even if he might not approve.
You sneak inside the closet and pull off your shirt. The air is cool and makes you shiver. You glance at the white bras hanging up and decide not to wear them – you have your own, and no one will be checking under your clothes. Besides... white? C'mon.
You check the size of the blouses and find one which fits. You slip it on and button it up, straightening the collar and pulling it taught.
You sheepishly unzip your jeans and slip out of them. Again, you ignore the panties because – well, who knows who's worn them anyway. You pull down a blue checkered skirt and fasten it around your waist, tucking the shirt into it.
You've never worn a uniform for school before, so it feels awkward at first, but you shake the feeling and gather your clothes, stashing them behind a box in the back. You have no choice but to come back here and return the clothes, anyway.
You find a pair of black shoes and knee-high socks. You consider not wearing them, but realize it might be suspicious. You put them on.
You step out of the closet, feeling even more exposed. Your heart is beating excitedly. This is dangerous, but it's also a little fun. You wonder if you'll be able to get away with this.
Now that you have a disguise, you could continue to explore, or you could go down to the other hall and try exploring the basement or second floor, since your uniform will aid in your snooping. |