As well as the other clothing, you notice several girls school uniforms with your school logo on them. You're school had been considering a uniform dress code for a while now even in your own reality, but nothing had been done about it so far. In this world though, it must have already gone through. "Crap! Why did it have to be the girls uniform?!" you mutter. Realizing you've no other choice unless you want to attract unwanted attention to yourself, you take one of the offending outfits off the hanger and slipping into it, all the while complaining about the tightness of the blouse and the shortness of the skirt, not to mention the neck tie, which it takes you several tries to get right as you've only ever worn one before for weddings and funerals.
Once you get everything on however and begin examining yourself in the mirror, you have to admit it's not all bad, as your new form does look fairly cute in it. Of course, theirs a downside to that as well, as guys aren't suppose to be cute, at least not in the way you are right now. You would also be worried about the other guys checking you out, but if Rachel's earlier comments are anything to go by there aren't any other guys, at school of elsewhere, all of them likely having been converted into futa girls like yourself. Catching sight of the clock on your nightstand, you discover you'd taken even longer getting ready that you'd thought, and quickly you slip into your shoes and grab your purse and backpack before rushing downstairs and begin scarfing down your breakfast. Then giving your mom and quick kiss goodbye, you grab your keys and rush out to your car where your sisters are already waiting impatiently.
Hands on her hips and feet spread apart, Stephanie complains "Well it's about time little miss lazy! If you don't start getting up earlier we're going to be late for school!"
"Hey, it's not my fault! My clock didn't go off for some reason!" you lied, not wanting to get into a lengthy discussion with her right now.
"Uh huh, likely story." Your sister replied, but she didn't press the issue any further, instead climbing into back seat and belting herself in while Rachel did the same.
Climbing behind the wheel, you pull out into traffic and begin heading towards Monica's house as she usually rides to school with the three of you.
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