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**Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 3)**

True to her word, Kiera left her at the uniform shop, which was a small stand-alone building across the quad from the student union building. The sign on the door read they were open until nine during orientation week, and it was nearly eight. She stepped inside, small bells above the door jangling, and seeing a handful of mannequins wearing uniforms, a few different styles, the colored banding obviously indicating upperclassmen–maroon for her, green for second years, blue, and gold for juniors and seniors.

“You’re out late to still be in uniform.” A young woman said coming out from the back of the shop. “If you’re looking for some last-minute tailoring, Gunderson has already gone home for the day, though I’m expecting you’re here to buy something, considering the time. Most people don’t show up and hour before closing for window shopping, not if it means walking half-way across campus in nothing but stockings and heels. What do you need?”

“Well, um,” Regina cleared her throat, speaking up, “I, um, need enough uniforms to wear all week, I guess, or, well, I don’t know how many, and the school-issued pajamas, I guess…I, um, didn’t know that we were supposed to buy them.”

“Oh, you’re that girl Gunderson had to do a quick-fitting with today. The dean called him away from outfitting a dorm master. He was not happy. The guy was getting all of his uniforms custom tailored, spending an obscene amount of money.”

“I really didn’t know the rules, so I showed up to orientation just wearing my regular clothes, and…”

“Half the staff and then some is already talking about it. There’s usually one or two of you a year…”

“What do you mean?” Regina asked, looking at the woman sharply.

“Why don’t we get you situated first? It’s almost eight, and the last thing you need is a dorm master or mistress seeing you still in uniform.” She nodded to corner. “Well? Go over there and strip. We don’t have all day…literally, in your case.”

“In the corner?” Regina looked at the high-backed leather loveseat.

“I don’t care *where* you do it, but if you do it at the couch it allows me to collect and box your things a bit easier.” The woman walked over and tapped her phone to Regina’s school-issued bracelet. “I’m Miss Stevens.” The woman said, “though since we’re alone, you may call me Evelyn…as long as you don’t make the obvious jokes.” She looked down at her phone. “And you are fortunate, Regina, as Mr. Gunderson has already entered your sizes into the system. I’ll get you set up, uniform wise, and any other items you might need.” She pointed to clock, now ten to eight. “But seriously, I really need you to be naked.” Regina twitched, not thrilled with being ordered to be naked, especially in the presence of another stranger. She had to keep telling herself they were all staff, all professionals, just like getting a fitting at the place where she bought some of her bras.

She walked over to the couch and set down her bookbag. In her mind she’d already imagined herself walking across the campus naked, her uniform in her bookbag, in nothing but her school issued stockings and chunky black heels. She wondered if there would be other others, girls like her…guys? This whole reality was distinctly sexist, and she wondered if the dress code applied to guys the same way as it did to her, to Kiera. She carefully folded her blouse and stepped out of her skirt. She shivered in the cooler air of the shop, her nipples hard, and, she blushed quite visible in the overhead lights of the store. Her underwear hid nothing, which was likely the intent. “Everything, dear.” Evelyn said. “All skin, nothing else.” Regina bit her lip and unhooked her bra–she still wasn’t used to the clasp being in the front—and then pulled down her panties. Her pussy was still a little sensitive from the waxing, and she was well-aware of the young woman watching her from across the room. She kicked off her heels and started pushing down her stockings. “I know you’re new to all this, but you’ll quickly get runs doing that. Standard issue stockings for first years are cheaply made.” The woman paced across the room, her heels clicking on the tiles until she reached the carpet Regina was standing on. “Watch. I’m sure your dorm mistress will get to this eventually, but an early lesson can’t hurt.” Evelyn stepped out of her heels and raised a leg, setting a bare foot on the couch while showing off a good length of her leg. She eased up her skirt a bit and revealed she was wearing stockings similar to Regina’s though hers were held up by garters.

“I’m sure I can—.” Regina started.

“You obviously *can’t*.” Evelyn said, unhooking her garter. “Those are just for show.” She said, indicating the garters. “The stocking will stay up on its own, but mine are much finer, more delicate than yours. Again, watch.” She slipped her fingers into either side of her stocking and lifted at the lace tops. “Now you ease down gently.” She lowered the stocking to her knee, then past her calf. “Arch your foot to lift the heel.” She did it. “*Very* sexy…” She laughed. “Then lower the heel while lifting the toes. Voila!” She held the stocking out. “Your turn.” Regina raised her leg so that her foot rested on the couch. She blushed deeply, realizing how much she was revealing to the woman. “Oh, please. You have a very pretty little pussy, one I might readily take some time to enjoy on any other day, but it’s the *first* day. Some rules are *never* broken. Regina tamped down her embarrassment and slipped off her stocking. “Excellent. Remember to do that and your stockings will last quite some time, even the cheaper off-the-rack stuff you’re currently wearing.” Regina quickly moved to peel off the other stocking, now standing before the shopkeeper completely naked. She startled as the small bells above the door rattled, and she reflexively covered herself. Evelyn squinted at her and held up a hand. “Just wait a moment and let me take care of this.” She stepped back into her heels, minus one stocking, and walked across the room. Regina blushed, seeing a young man, a second year by the green piping on the robe and slippers he was wearing. While the robe reached his knees, it was clear he wasn’t wearing pants.

“Miss Stevens,” the young man said, glancing over at Regina and giving a small smile as she kept an arm over her breasts and a hand in front of her crotch, “you said my order was in?” Evelyn Stevens took out her phone and tapped it to the young man’s wrist.

“Dorm Master Williams, yes, congratulations on your new job, by the way.”

“Thank you, my family will be happy to have some of my tuition covered, and my dad is fully convinced I’ll now be more responsible., whatever that means.”

“Two dorm master jackets, some loafers, seven pairs of socks, and ten pairs of boxer briefs.” She gathered a few boxes and reached over the counter for some bags to place them in.

“Miss Stevens, you seem to be missing a stocking.” The young man said.

“Oh, that, yes.” She said, placing a box marked socks into the bag. “The first year over there needed a demonstration on the proper way to remove a stocking to avoid rips and runs. You walked through the door before I could put the stocking back on.”

“Don’t mind me.” He said, his eyes running the length of Evelyn’s body. “The rules are for students, not staff. What you wear–or don’t wear–is entirely your choice.”

“How kind of you to *remind* me, Master Williams.” Evelyn arched an eyebrow. “Will you be trying anything on before you go?”

“Actually,” he said, looking directly at Regina, not quite hidden at the rear of the store, “I suppose I should try on the underwear before I go.” He started walking back toward Regina, and she froze, realizing there was nowhere for her to go, and she was exposed, even in covering herself.

“I’m quite sure they fit,” Miss Steven said, following him with a pair of grey boxers briefs rolled up, “considering you chose the size, and I doubt you’ve grown that much in the two weeks since you placed the order.” Miss Stevens said.

“If you wouldn’t mind giving me some privacy, Miss Stevens, I would like to remove my robe.”

“Of course.” She said. “Regina, if you wouldn’t mind…”

“Oh no, she’s fine where she is.”

“Dorm Master Stevens, need I remind you it is the first day, and—.”

“No, you *needn’t* remind me.” He mocked her near-British tone. “I’m a dorm master now, after all. That means I know the rules and regulations better than most students, and I’m well-aware of what rules apply and which don’t. I won’t touch Miss Regina. You said her name was *Regina*, correct?” Evelyn gave a short nod. “Now, if you don’t mind, either turn your back or go up to the counter finish bagging the rest of my stuff.” She frowned but moved back to the front of the store, out of the line of sight of Regina and the boy. He started undoing the tie on his robe and looked at Regina. “The *help*, am I right?” He grinned. “All I want to do is try on my clothes, and she’s worried I’ll bend you over right here, and on the first day! *Everyone* gets a reprieve on the first day of orientation. That rule hasn’t been broken in decades. I could even tell you the exact year and date.” He undid his robe and let fall to the floor. “It’s part of the dorm master’s test.” Regina’s eyes widened, not only seeing that he was naked but fully erect. “Oh, wow, okay…*that* won’t do.” He said, looking down at his erection, his dark pubic hair trimmed short. He started stroking himself. “Certainly can’t have a hard on and try on new underwear, right?” He looked her in the eye. “Oh, sorry, where are my manners.” He held out his hand to shake, the same one he’d been touching himself with. “George Williams, my friends call me Gee.” He looked at Regina, then down at his hand. “It’s considered protocol, both in standard society and by school regulation, to introduce yourself when someone does the same in turn.”

“I’m…um…I’m naked.” Regina said.

“No, I’m fairly sure Miss Stevens said your name was Regina, but if you’re referring to the fact that we both aren’t wearing any clothes, well, yes, that’s true. Still, considering I am a dorm master, I have introduced myself, offered my hand…I suggest you do the same.”

“But I’m naked.” Regina said.

“Understood.” He said, looking her up and down. “I’d say that’s partly why I have an erection right now, but really, what is it, an embarrassing tattoo, a third nipple?” Regina frowned moved her right hand from her crotch, offering it to George. “Finally.” He said. “I was expecting to see something unusual,” he looked down at her pussy, the dark brown hair above, “but nothing appears out of the ordinary.” He looked down at her hand in his. “This is the part where you tell me your name.”

“Regina, um, Regina Trent.”

“Well, then, Regina Trent, you’re a first year, on your first day, obviously still collecting your uniform, but I see your bracelet has been updated with the grey bead,” he rotated her wrist slightly, then let got her hand, “so listen, *girl*,” Regina froze at his tone, the word.

“Yes, um, Dorm Master,” she replied.

“Lower your arms and let me get a good look at you. I can’t touch you on the first day, but, well,” her went back to stroking himself, “I *do* need to take care of this.” Regina blushed deeply, and George’s smile grew. “Oh, really…that’s a fun reaction” He laughed, but she lowered her arm from her breasts, letting him see all of her. He started jerking off in earnest, not the least bit shy about the situation.

“I, um,” Regina was quickly trying to think of a way out of the situation. “I, well, I don’t have a bukkake bead, you know.”

“Do you see another man here, do I have you on your knees in the middle of a circle jerk? No. It’s like you’ve never been a target before. Crackers,” he grunted, obviously nearing orgasm, “it’s *all* we did in high school. Besides,” he started coming, and the first spurt hit her high on her bare hip, trailing down to her knee, the rest falling short and landing on the carpet, “I barely got you.” He walked over to where she was standing, looking down at the mess on her leg, and he reached past her, grabbing Miss Stevens single removed stocking. “Silk. Nice.” He wiped his tip with it, then stepped in front of Regina and dabbed at her hip, then her leg. The stocking cleaned up some of the fluid, but it was the lace top that did most of the work. He handed Regina the dirty stocking when he was done, taking a step back and pulling on his gray boxer briefs. “Well, what do you think?” He asked, turning for her. “Do they seem to fit okay?”

“Uh, yes, um, sure.” She muttered.

“Then,” he pulled them off in a swift movement and pulled on his robe, “I guess we’re done here.” He looked over his shoulder. “Miss Stevens, the underwear is fine. Do you have everything bagged yet? I’m ready to go.” Miss Stevens came walking back into the rear of the store and immediately assessed the situation, seeing the spots of come on the carpet and her own stocking clutched in Regina’s hand.

“You know I’ll have to charge you for the cleaning of my stockings.” She frowned.

“My family will take care of it, Miss Stevens.” He smiled. “I *told* you I know the rules, though if you’d remove the other one, I’ll take the pair to be cleaned and return them within the week.”

“I…” Miss Stevens frowned. “I’ll just send you the bill.”

“No.” He smiled wider. “I *insist*.” Miss Stevens sighed, slipping out of her heel and raising her foot on the couch, undoing the garter, and slipping off her remaining stocking, and while she was still careful, she was much more quick. She put her shoe back on, straightened her skirt, and took the soiled stocking from Regina, then handed the pair to George who took his bags–and then the stockings, carefully placed on top–before nodding to both women and leaving the store. After a quiet moment, Regina spoke.

“He’s someone important, isn’t he?” She asked.

“You may not have realized it, but you walked by the Williams Auditorium and Performance Center several times today. The fact that you *don’t* recognize George Williams, jerk that he is, is only because you’re new. Wait here.” She walked into the back room of the store and returned a minute later with a few boxes and handed Regina a few wipes. Clean yourself off, then get the carpet as best you can, okay?” She placed the boxes on the couch. “I’ll collect your clothes, and you can try on the several types of pajamas allowed to a first year.” Regina wiped the rest of George off her hip and leg. She then crouched down to the carpet and wiped at the few remaining spots. Evelyn gathered up the last of Regina’s clothes and took the wipes from her as well, moving back to the front of the store. She opened the first box Evelyn had set out and removed a layered and ruffled babydoll nightgown in white.

“Really?” Regina muttered, but she pulled it over her head, at the very least to see if it fit. The nightie barely reached midway down her thighs. It had a few layers, but all of them were sheer. In the angled full-length mirrors, she could see hints of her nipples, the outline of her bush, and the shape of her ass. She sat down on the couch, and the length barely kept her ass covered. As she started taking it off, Evelyn returned, holding a bag in one hand.

“I took the liberty of allotting you additional uniforms. Your personal account is well-funded, in case you’re wondering. You’ll have eight skirts and blouses total, three pairs of shoes, and ten days of stockings and underwear. What did you think of the babydoll?”

“It did fit, but I can’t really see myself wearing it.” Regina said.

“Well, it’s airy and sleeveless. A lot of girls like it for the warmer months. The air conditioning in the dorms is notoriously terrible.” Regina opened the next box and pulled out a robe, again white, again sheer. “One size fits most, though that’s one you must buy for going to and from the showers.” Regina slipped on the robe and tied it closed.

“What the point?” She said, looking at herself in the mirror. “You can see everything…and when I came in here, I was expected to what, walk back to my dorm completely naked because it’s after eight, but going to the shower naked, that’s too much?”

“I keep forgetting your…*situation*.” Evelyn said. “Your dorm mistress requires it, that’s why. And from a distance, you can’t see as much as you think. If you choose to leave here tonight wearing that, someone would have to be within ten feet to get a good look at you.” Regina slipped off the robe and pulled out, well, she didn’t know what, but it was dark, not white. “A recent addition to the uniform, well, recent as in the last twenty years. I’ll basically insist you buy it, because if you don’t, you’ll be back here within the month, regardless.” Regina found the label to orient herself and pulled on what she thought was a shirt but turned out to be a very short, clingy, and sheer dress.

“These are pajamas?” She straightened the dark sheath and saw that she was wearing what amounted to a little black dress, but made out of sheer fabric not too different from her stockings. Every bit of her was visible, not just hints, but her full nakedness, with the sleeveless dress giving her a bit of clingy support.

“Willoughby is mildly unusual with its dress code, and over the years, the girls have pushed to have something to wear to parties on school nights.”

“Girls wear this—*this*—to parties?” She grabbed her breasts, adjusting the fabric. At least with the babydoll you couldn’t see her actual pussy.

“With your uniform heels and stockings, it doesn’t look too far off a standard little black dress.” Evelyn offered. “It’s called the ‘Quiet Evening Lounger’ in the official inventory, but everyone knows it as the First-Year Party Dress, and not just first years wear it, though obviously you get different color piping at the seams as you progress through school.” Regina realized she’d missed the maroon piping on the side seams of the outfit. Now that she was looking for it, *all* the things she’d tried on had some element with maroon color, indicating her year. “It seems odd to you now, but when the choice is between doing something fun or sitting in your dorm room for yet another night, you may change your mind.” Regina rolled her eyes and peeled off the dress. She went through the remaining boxes and tried on a pair of white sheer shorts and a matching short sleeve button-down top, a camisole with satin and lace trim that came down to mid-thigh, though the side slits came up to her waist, a robe-like gown that looked like something out of a PBS historical drama, and a full-length white nightgown that was the cousin to black ‘party’ outfit, just as clingy, except for one long slit on the side, and no less immodest.

“I suppose I’ll take everything but the old-timey one.” Regina said. She looked at the mannequins, some wearing other types of underwear. “What about those?” She said, pointing to the mannequin wearing boyshort panties.

“Second year only, I’m afraid.” She said, pointing to the green piping at the waistband. “The same with any other style except for what you came in with. Not having to think about what to wear actually saves a lot of time. Most people find the increased choice of later years, well, frustrating.” She set out a pair of white slippers with short heels. “These are built for going outside, so I’d suggest you wear them walking back to your dorm.” She placed a flat pair of slippers in Regina’s bag. “Those are for wearing in the dorm, to the showers, and such. You have dispensation to wear the black uniform shoes with the party dress, but the white slippers are for everything else. So, what will you wear back to the dorm? Remember, pajamas or the robe, not both.” Regina sighed. Evelyn acted as if the prospect of wearing any of those things to walk back to her room in was no big deal, but it was all, for lack of a better term, lingerie. She looked down at herself in the full-length gown. Certainly not that…she’d probably be more comfortable naked. She took off the gown.

“The shirt and shorts.” Regina said, picking up the button-down top and pulling it on.

“The ‘Casual Lounge Set’.” Evelyn offered. “It’s one of the most popular.” Regina pulled on the shorts, buttoned the top, and tied the small satin bow in the front to cinch the waist. She stepped into the heeled slippers and looked at herself.

“I’m just supposed to wander around campus, after dark, wearing things like this? My tits hanging out?” She looked down at the shorts, how they had a long fly but no buttons. “Breeze blowing between my legs?”

“Look, pardon me for being so forward…but, well, I’ve hinted at it and you’ve said nothing. You’re one of *them*, right, or you *think* you are…one of the girls who doesn’t believe she’s supposed to be here? Those of us…who…um…*know*…we call them Lost Girls.” Regina blinked at Evelyn’s question.

“What, um, what do you mean?”

“You know nothing…nothing…about Willoughby’s traditions, that Announcement bracelet is brand new, you’re actually, legitimately, worried about being, what, assaulted? Just because you’re not wearing much. You don’t think you belong here.” Evelyn wasn’t accusatory as much as she was, if anything, excited.

“Hypothetically—.” Regina started.

“Oh, cut the crap. You have a story like you fell asleep, felt woozy, or something, and then everything was different, different from how you were raised, how people interact…you’re all the same, more or less.”

“What do you mean?” Regina asked. Evelyn took out a slip of paper, folded it, and handed it to Regina.

“That’s a name and a dorm room number. You can call ahead, but I’d just suggest showing up sometime after classes during the coming week—not tonight, you don’t have enough time.”

“Time for what?”

“To ask questions, to get answers, but you have to promise me, once you’re better aware of what’s happened to you, you’ll come back to talk to me. I was student here, too, you know, graduated just five years ago. The rumors have been around for a long time…it’s just so…fascinating. Promise me, once you’ve learned more, you’ll come tell me your story.”

“I don’t want any trouble.” Regina muttered.

“It’s not trouble, not from me, at least…that doesn’t mean you don’t have to be careful who you tell, but it’s not trouble…it’s the closest thing any of us will know to magic.”

—-

Regina was caught up in her thoughts walking back across campus. To her credit, Evelyn didn’t pressure her to talk more about her situation, letting her leave the shop bags of new clothes hanging from each arm. It was a warm night, and Regina was almost able to forget how exposed she was until she saw a group of guys walking past her, in what she assumed was nothing but robes and slippers, coffees in hand from the student union building. A few glanced in her direction, but it was all the standard appraisal most guys tended to give girls. The fact that you could see her breasts by the light of the street lamps seemed to make little difference. She saw a few other girls as well, one wearing her same pajamas, another, presumably a second year, wearing a long lacy skirt that was like a loin cloth, her hips bare on either side, her breasts bouncing freely and covered by a bit of matching cloth hanging loosely from her neck.

She reached her dorm and keyed herself in with bracelet, seeing her roommate lounging on her bed in the babydoll. She had one of her knees propped up to support the tablet she was reading from, her red bush and bare pussy easily visible.

“Hey, roomie…finished shopping, I see.” She set down the tablet but didn’t cover herself.

“Uh, yeah, it was a bit of an odd experience.”

“They don’t have shopping in your universe?” Kiera laughed.

“No,” Regina snapped, “they don’t have you stand there naked and try on stuff,” she looked down at her pajamas, tossing her bags on the bed. “Stuff that is so sheer I wouldn’t even use it as curtains. Not mention, some asshole dorm master showed up to pick up clothes and then proceeded to jerk off onto me, okay? We don’t fucking have *that* in my universe!” Kiera sat up, straightening her babydoll.

“Sorry, hey,” she stood, putting a hand on Regina’s shoulder. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I guess part of me still doesn’t take you seriously…what you, um, believe? I guess. So, yeah, I’m sorry you got sparked.”

“What?”

“Shit…seriously?” She looked surprised. “Sorry.” She collected herself. “I don’t know what to think about you sometimes. Okay, so, like the dorm master, he jerked off to you, came on you, right?” Regina nodded. “That’s called getting sparked. It’s like a bad combination of the words spank—or spunk—target…I’ve never gotten a clear answer on that. Anyway, it’s such an adolescent thing to do. Like, nobody really does it after they hit eighteen, after you’re allowed to actually have sex. Okay, I mean, people *do* do it, but it’s not that common when you’re older.” Kiera brought Regina over to her bed, and then sat down. “If it makes you feel any better, the first time that happened to me was when I was in, like, eighth grade. A guy sitting behind me in class, just quietly started wanking, and then I felt something wet on my back. He got it in my hair, which was longer than now, and on my shirt. He got detention, at least, for getting it in my hair. The teacher, a man, didn’t even yell at him for doing it during class, because, at that age,” she lowered her voice mimicking her old teacher, “it’s hard to contain yourself.” She switched back to her regular voice. “Boys, right? They all think they can get away with this shit just because they get hard. Well, I mean, they *do* get away it, but it still makes them jerks.”

“We, literally, I mean, *literally*, would call that sexual assault where I’m from…maybe an eighth grader wouldn’t know to call it that, but that guy would’ve been expelled, maybe arrested. At worst, the most the guys did to use in school was snap our bras or try to look up our skirts.”

“That’s….so weird.” Kiera said. “So, like, you never sat there at lunch, and then some guy came on your legs from underneath the table? Or spark you as you waited for the bus to go home?”

“Oh, god no, fuck no…Jesus…” Regina said. “Gross.”

“It’s actually, I mean…it isn’t *always* so bad. I mean, I wasn’t a big fan of having my favorite clothes covered in some guy’s come, but we’d sometime play this game where, like, a guy would jerk off, and you’d cup your hand to catch it when he came, but you know,” she looked away, “when you’re *that* close he touches you, you touch his tip a bit, accidentally, right? Tap, tap, tap, tap…” She smirked. “Always accidentally. I wasn’t one of *those* kind of girls…I didn’t do that a lot, but I remember a few bus rides, a few field trips.” She said wistfully.

“And what did you do, what did you get out of it?” Regina asked.

“Well, you could kind of do the same, fingering yourself under your skirt, and the guy would hold your hand or wrist while you did, feel you going at it, maybe a little of the hair between your legs, and maybe you’d move your hand lower so his hand would brush up against *other* things…” She blushed a little, giggling. “Crackers, that still gets me going a little even now…even though I could walk to the other side of the dorm and have some guy fuck me solid…well, not *today*, obviously.”

“Hypothetically…” Regina said. “The first time I ever gave a blow job was on the back of the bus coming back from the natural history museum. It was *not* eighth grade, not that *early*, that’s for sure, but I did that before I ever gave a guy a hand job, and the first time I ever fucked a guy was at a high school party, in a bed covered in everyone’s coats.”

“Hypothetically.” Kiera added.

“Yeah, of course.” Regina laughed. “I hypothetically didn’t enjoy it that much, though he hypothetically had an eight-inch cock.” She laughed. “I really need to get my stuff put away.” She was glad to talk a little with her roommate, but it was still so weird to her. She wasn’t accepting the situation as much as resigning herself to it. Even if it was all a dream, a delusion, whatever, there was only so much fighting she could do. As she unpacked the boxes, she found she had plenty of closet space for her uniforms, and she didn’t put that much effort into putting away her regular clothes, since she wouldn’t be wearing them that often. She frowned a little, seeing all her cute underwear, her tops, and jeans…she’d miss the jeans on a daily basis.

“These are pretty.” Kiera said, holding up a pair of Regina’s lacy cheeky panties. “I’ve never seen panties cut like these.”

“They ride up your butt a little, but they look good.”

“Victoria’s Secret? Is that a specialty house? Are they a new brand?”

“If by special, you mean, are they in, like, every mall in America…then yes?” She snatched the panties back, tossing them into a drawer with her other non-uniform clothes. “Half of my bras and underwear are from there. I order most of my stuff online, but sometimes it’s still fun to go try stuff on at the store.” Kiera squinted at her and went to the drawer with the rest of Regina’s stuff. She started looking at the labels on her underwear and bras.

“It’s…well, I mean, it’s either an exceptionally elaborate prank…or you weren’t lying.” She looked at Regina with a perplexed face. “You *weren’t* lying, were you.” It was more statement than a question.

“About shopping at Victoria’s Secret, I can assure, I’m telling the truth.” Regina laughed, raising her hand like she was testifying.

“No, Reg, you don’t understand. You want to get rid of this stuff…hide it, at least. These companies, these brands, they don’t—they can’t—exist. The lingerie guilds are the only ones who are licensed to mass produce and label bras, panties, stockings, corsets, anything you might consider lingerie or underwear in general. There’s only fifteen major houses worldwide, maybe a dozen more specialty houses, and Victoria’s Secret certainly isn’t one of them. There’s no guild seal printed on that underwear.”

“So, what? I have, like, illegal underwear?”

“No, well, technically, yes. You, personally, probably wouldn’t get in trouble, but the manufacturer would be sued out of existence. And there’d be questions…the guild lawyers would want to question you. What would you say?” Kiera let the question linger. “There was a German company that tried to bust open the guilds a year ago or so, and the owner actually ended up getting six months in prison. I mean, it was for contempt of court or something, but still.” She held up a pink thong. “Let’s say you wear this next Saturday night, and some guy pulls them off you, and he’s like, ‘Hey, Victoria’s Secret…my dad works for the House of Lilith…I’ve never heard of them.’ All these sons and daughters are looking to make names for themselves at college, and a quarter of them probably have parents who work for one of the major lingerie guilds. Every guy on campus would be gunning for your ass, literally and figuratively, just to see if the rumors were true about your underwear.”

“That’s goddamn nuts.” Regina said.

“Lingerie is big business. Also, your swearing, that *religious* swearing…you have to curb that. It’s…noticeable.” Kiera grabbed a plastic bag from her desk and started going through Regina’s underwear. All of this…wow, Hanes? What is that? Those aren’t even *nice*.” She tossed the basic cotoon panties on the bed. “*All* of this has to be hidden away. You can’t wear it. I have half a mind to tell you to throw it all away, but then someone might find it in the trash.” She jammed all of Regina’s underwear and bras into the plastic bag and hid it far back in Regina’s closet. “So, this weekend, we’ll go shopping, get you some legitimate stuff. I mean, it’s not as if you’ll need much, but it’s probably not a great idea to go without bras and panties every weekend.”

“Wait, why can’t I wear the stuff I just bought?”

“Uh, duh, that’s the *uniform*. If someone catches you wearing the uniform outside of class hours, you’ll get an extra day in the laundry, at least, not to mention the attention of half the dorm masters and mistresses for a week or two after.” Regina didn’t know what to say, instead focusing on finishing putting away her clothes. She folded up the last of her stockings and reached for the last box in the bag and gasped when she opened it. “What’s the matter?” Kiera asked. Regina reached into the bag and withdrew pinkish-red vibrator.

“What the hell is this?”

“Oh, come on!” Kiera snapped. “Even Stevens said she didn’t have any of those left. That liar!”

“Vibrators?” Regina whispered.

“No, the fucking *Antoinette Elite*. The only halfway decent thing she had left on the shelf yesterday was the *Cleopatra Lite*.”

“Wait, I’m supposed to have this?” Regina asked.

“You’re supposed to have a college-approved vibrator, yes.” She took the pink vibrator from Regina’s hand. “Twenty-five speeds and patterns on the clit stimulator, rotation in the shaft, sixteen hours of runtime on one wireless charge, not to mention the Elite programmable features. Washable, immersible, this is a beauty. I am jealous.” She hit a button and it started vibrating with a low hum, she hit the button a few more times and buzzing got louder. “Oh, fuck me,” she laughed, “I think I’m getting wet just listening to it.”

“Well, um, I guess you could have mine…” Regina offered.

“I appreciate the offer, but, well, I already used mine, so…” She shrugged.

“Wait, when?”

“Last night, before you moved in, this morning, too, and also about fifteen minutes before you showed up…I mean, you were gone for like an hour.” She turned off the vibrator and handed it back to Regina. “Sure the Cleopatra is no Antoinette, but it’s also not a cucumber either.” She bent down, picking up something from the floor, baring her ass to Regina in the process. “What’s this?” She unfolded the paper. “Dorm Mistress Sands, Turnbull 3035. Did you already make a friend, Reg?” Regina snatched the paper from her hands.

“No, Miss Stevens gave me her info. She said she might know something about my…well…situation.”

“The situation where you believe you’re from an alternate universe, that you blush about fucking, that you know a ton about religion, but haven’t even taken Intro to Mythology yet? That situation?” She snapped her fingers. “Oh, and that you showed up here with no uniform but you had a suitcase full of illegal brand lingerie.”

“Yes.” Regina grimaced. “*That* situation.”

“Well, there’s not much to be done about that tonight. Put your awesome toy away, add that info to your contact on your phone so you don’t lose it, and let’s go watch some TV in the common room.”

“I…don’t really want to hang around with a bunch of people in nothing but see-through pajamas.” Regina lowered her voice. “Not to mention the guys.”

“The common rooms aren’t co-ed in the first-year dorms, dummy. We are in the girls’ side of the dorm. The guys are on the other side. After eight, you’re only supposed to mingle in the halls, or outside the dorms. I mean, there’s the communal flesh pit in the basement…but that’s not open until tomorrow.”

“You’re fucking with me.” Regina said.

“Admit it, you almost believed that last bit for moment. I mean, the alternative is, you use that new toy of yours so I can watch you and see how it performs…” By the look of her, Keira was entirely serious.

“Uhh…” Regina said, “let’s go watch some TV.”

**End Part 3**

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