"Oh that's great news!" she said excitedly. She was a solid, but not fat, woman. She had big permed blonde hair framing a kind face and small green eyes.
After that, she went back to her office with the document. The Dean opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a bag. This was Yumi's new uniform.
"We will notify your parents of your role and the details of it, and you might be able to call them in a few days. Here, put this on now. You are to wear this at all times unless instructed otherwise by your lecturers, or me. I'll turn around to give you some privacy. You can change here."
Yumi gingerly withdrew the contents of the bag. She found a small white blouse, a small red check pleated skirt, a lacy G-string and bra set, a pair of white stockings, two red ribbons, two garters and a pair of red 4-inch heels. She stared at them for a minute, not wanting to comply with the Deans order. He sensed she wasn't doing anything and barked, "Hiyaku Yumi! Hiyaku!" which means roughly "hurry" in Japanese. She jumped at his tone and quickly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a large beige sports bra hiding the real size of her enormous breasts. She then peeled off the bra and her breasts bounced forth. Her nipples instantly grew under the cool air conditioning in the office. Hurriedly, she put on the lacy demi bra, after much tugging and rearranging, she just barely fit her nipples under the cups.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror to her right. The bra really pushed up her assets and presented them as if they were resting on a shelf. She looked a little slutty. She was horrified and hoped that the blouse would help conceal her breasts more. Pulling together the sides of the small blouse, she managed to fasten the three buttons. Her breasts showed a deep cleavage the first button appearing just north of her sternum and the last hovered over her navel. She could see the lace from her bra peeking out past the fabric of her blouse. Next, she removed her knee length skirt and baggy beige panties and quickly pulled up the G-string. The back string disappeared deep in her ass crack and the front just covered her unshaven, but neat, pubic bush. Very quickly, she put on the skirt, trying to remove the G-string from her view and her mind. She had to balance between pulling it down far enough to cover her sweet labia and high enough to cover the G-string. Her long silky legs seemed to go on forever wearing this skirt. Eventually she got it to cover the G-string and her pussy, but if she bent over it would ride up showing a good piece of her sexy round ass cheeks. She really had a perfect ass, Brazilian, but not a bubble butt.
"I finish Sir," she announced, forgetting about the heels and stockings.
The Dean turned around and said "Finished? Oh no you are not, come here!" he demanded, she jumped again at his harsh tone and walked quickly to him. He ordered her to sit on his desk and pulled the front of her blouse up.
"Sir!" she cried, she was met with a slap on the face. "Oww!" she cried again.
"NEVER question me Yumi. You are my employee now. You will do as I say or be disciplined, OR, we will march you down the police station with the cocaine I found on you... this is not a game. You can try your luck telling the police I set you up, but I warn you they won't believe you. I am well respected in this community. Many parents have thanked me for teaching their children." he threatened her.
He then pulled the front of the G-string down and saw the jet-black hair. Yumi just inhaled sharply biting her tongue, she tried to grab her G-string, but her hand was quickly slapped away by the Dean. "Hmm yes... this bush will have to go." Reaching into his drawer again he grabbed an electric shaver and some instant wax strips. Yumi was blushing; she had never cut her pubic hair. It wasn't common to do that in Japan. He pulled the G-string off her and started cutting the hair from her, after a minute, it was all gone. Next, he took his time to carefully plait her 22-inch long tresses into two pigtails, tying them off with the red ribbons. Then he grabbed the pigtails and put both them in her mouth so the ends were sticking out either side.
"Bite down on these, the wax will hurt..." He warned her. Yumi's eyes were wide, worried, and welling-up with tears. The Dean applied a strip from the top of her vagina to her bellybutton. RIP! A muffled shriek came from Yumi, the hair worked pretty well to silence her however. He continued doing this until she was bald. Luckily, she didn't have much hair to begin with. After that, he rubbed some baby lotion onto her red pussy, teasing her clit just a little, pretending it was an accident. Yumi felt her cheeks flush and her heart rate increase with this manipulation. She had once or twice rubbed herself innocently, but never had she had a man touch her there! She was so confused, feeling trapped but feeling a stirring of passion as well. He then pulled the G-string up her legs making sure to wedge it in her pussy creating a cute camel toe. Next, the Dean removed her shoes and socks and slowly rolled the stockings up each leg then placing the garter around the top and folding the end over the garter. They came to within three inches of her pussy, so they would just be hidden by the skirt if she were standing straight up. Finishing off the outfit, he pushed her feet into the red "Dorothy" style heels.
"There! You look beautiful my girl!" He proudly exclaimed, "Wait a minute, I want to get some more photos of you like this. Stand up straight and cross your arms under your breasts."
Yumi hesitated for a moment and the Dean snapped at her. She quickly did as she was asked. Over the next ten minutes, he took a lot of photos asking her to pose in a variety of positions, each more provocative then the last. The Dean ran out of space on his SD card after around 60 photos, so he stopped taking photographs. He had more than enough anyway.
Yumi stared numbly at herself in the mirror. How could she go to class like this? She looked like every man's sexual fantasy. She did look amazing, and incredibly slutty. This was something she MIGHT, possibly one day role-play with her future husband, but not wear as a uniform in front of classes of horny 19-year-old boys (and girls).
"Sir, please how I go like this?" She pleaded with him.
"Now Yumi, you remember what I said about speaking back? Don't make me put you over my knee before your first class! You might be embarrassed now, but you'll be more embarrassed after a stiff spanking. Oh, one more thing," he said, pulling a large nametag from his pocket. It said "Yumi Yama" in big letters, then "College Special Assistant" under it in smaller letters. He pinned it to her blouse just above her left nipple.
"There, now it's official. You are College property now. Remember this is your job for the next two years, don't start it on a bad note. First class is English I believe... run along sweetheart." He said condescendingly.
It was starting to sink in for Yumi now. She was in a bit of a daze, not wanting to believe this was her fate. Using all her strength, she was able to stop herself from crying. Strickfield College was in England while her parents were in Japan, so it would not be easy for her to run away to them to try and get help to leave this situation or explain it to the authorities. Furthermore, no other student would mention the happenings at the school. Every student had to sign a Non Disclosure Agreement about the teaching methods at the College. They claimed it was their intellectual property, and as they had not had any serious complaints about the quality of education, it seemed to be working. She tried to put the image of her wearing her new uniform out of her mind as she left the office and walked to the classroom.
On her walk to the classroom, she was acutely aware of every slight breeze feeling it on her body, on areas that normally would be well covered. She was also aware of students staring with mouths gaping open at her. This was something they never expected to see at College, even this College that utilised corporal punishment as a disciplinary method. This must have been an instance of humiliation being used as a disciplinary action. Yumi felt the eyes of lustful teens piercing her and redefining her self-image. It was a dramatic change to how she was viewed for the first two weeks at College. After what seemed like an hour, she arrived at class after leaving the office three minutes earlier.
At the beginning of each class, her new role was explained to the students. They all thought her outfit was very strange and extremely sexy, but no one questioned it. Instead, they enjoyed her embarrassment and the eye candy her body provided. She helped the teachers with writing on the whiteboard, handing out study material and using the computers for information slides. She was finding it ok, except of course her state of undress. Unfortunately, for Yumi, this would be the easiest day she would have in her new role. At the end of the day, she went back to the Dean to see what new embarrassment awaited her.
