"Daddy?"
"Yes, baby. Why is your door closed?"
"I'm almost ready. I want to show you the costume I'm working on for waitressing on Halloween at work."
"Okay. Since you work at Hooter's, this ought to be interesting. Come out when you're set."
"As a matter of fact, I'm done now. Here goes."
"Holy shit, baby!
"You like it, Daddy?"
"Holy shit!"
"I'll take that as a yes. I know it's not all that original. I got the idea from that cheesy ole Britney Spears video. I'd like to think I can rock the Naughty Schoolgirl way better than she can. I mean, she's about four inches taller than me, but I fill out the white shirt way better than her. Skirt, too."
"Holy shit. I have to tell you, if I were the headmaster of your school, you'd be in real trouble for the way you modified that school uniform."
"Oh. OH!!!! I'm sorry Sir if I'm breaking the rules. It's the weekend, and I'm just trying to be a little more comfortable."
"Well, Miss Randi, we take our responsibilities seriously here. The Wayward Women Preparatory School is serious about getting you young ladies ready for the real responsibilities of adulthood. Now that you're legally adults, the consequences of continuing your old behavior becomes more severe. That's why we're a full-time boarding school. You have to be role models for each other, even on Saturdays. That means wearing the school uniform with pride."
"Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir."
"No you don't. Not from the way you're dressed now. That's why I've called you over to the Residence. We need to have a long, hard talk about consequences."
"Yes, Sir."
"Follow me, young lady. The uniform you are issued is supposed to give you ladies an important understanding of modesty and how the way you dress affects the way you think and live. All of you led dissolute lives before coming here, but you managed to avoid the harshest punishments due to your age. This is really your last chance to straighten yourselves up. Do you understand?"
"I think I do, Sir."
"I think the evidence in front of me is proof that you don't. For instance, Miss Randi, you are not wearing a brassiere under your white blouse. A young lady with your endowments really needs to wear a bra when wearing a white shirt. I can see your aureoles through this thin material. And the sheer size of them means your blouse is stretched out. Hmmm. I suspect you wear a 36DD bra. Am I right?"
"Yes, Sir. Exactly right. How can you tell my size so exactly?"
"Well, when I cup your breasts in my hand like this, they more than fill my palms. In fact, they spill out. And, Miss, your nipples are stiff. I can feel them with my thumbs."
"Yes, Sir. Mmmm."
"Next, your blouse has been tied off halter style, exposing your midriff. We cannot have that. You are putting on quite the display young lady. Dressing like this, even on the weekends, is forbidden because it takes you back to your old, immoral lifestyle that we are dedicated to eradicating for your own good. If the other girls see this, it could reverse all the gains they've been making this semester."
"Yes, Sir."
"We prefer the positive feedback method of changing your thought processes. But in extreme cases like this one, we also believe in negative feedback here at the School. For your brazenness, you will have to be punished. You will be treated in the manner in which you present yourself. Do you understand why, Miss Randi?"
"Yes, Sir. I understand. And I'm ready to accept your discipline."
