Jessica smiled, it was a nice day. You decided to just keep walking. Enjoying the gentle breeze and the sunshine while you wandered the park and were amazed with both its size and beauty.
As the sun began to set, you headed back to your new home and had a nice meal. The rest of the week you spent most of your time unpacking and going on little walks to learn the area well. Finally it was Monday morning though and time to start your job.
Dressed in a tight black skirt and white top you made sure your padded underwear was on straight before heading into the newspaper office building. You greeted people as you passed, though there was a bit of doubt over your identity and age at reception, the tall, very busty woman talking down to you "are you sure your not a bit young to be in here little girl?" She mocked as you frowned, showing your ID. Clearly this woman was not destined to be your friend.
Her name was Scarlet and she had a lot of reporters wrapped around her little finger. She clearly didn't feel threatened by your petite figure and her height in heels actually had you feeling smaller than ever. She handed you your press pass "Mr Mason says your to go interview the teachers at St Mary's. He wants to see what you can do" she said, acting as a middle man (woman?) between you and your new boss.
You were reluctant to go without meeting Mr Mason yourself but didn't want to cause problems on your first day. You caught a cab to the school gates and stared through them at the intimidating set of buildings. A teacher who introduced herself as Mrs Trip led you inside once you explained who you were. She told you how there was the junior school building and the senior school, each with their own uniforms and teachers.
Mrs Trip taught in the senior building and explained senior teachers rarely went into the junior building and vice versa. You followed her around writing notes in your note book and even sat in on one of her chemistry classes. You were a bit embarrassed that even in heels, the school girls towered over you.
Class was going well until a group of girls decided to cause a accident as a prank and chemicals exploded, soaking you from head to toe. Mrs Trip apologised and offered to find you something to wear while your clothes were cleaned. She smiled "I'll even let you sit in on the girls caning for this little incident!"
Eager to witness their punishment procedure up close for your notes you agreed. Though once it became obvious that the only thing that fit you was a junior uniform you were less thrilled. Unlike the seniors skirt and blouse, the juniors wore knee socks, a blouse and a penifore dress. Mrs Trip couldn't help but chuckle with how little you looked in the outfit.
Unfortunately your padded underwear had been soaked so you were also wearing school panties and a camisole, leaving you really looking like a student, especially as the chemicals had stripped you of make up.
Down at the principles office the naughty girls were told to sit down on the bench to await their caning and Mrs Trip left to get your clothes cleaned. You slowly began to feel nervous as the girls glared at you, whispering to each other and then smirked.
You realised your ID had been taken with your clothes and you were about to tell the secretary when the principles office opened and a woman in a smart suit walked out "you girls are in big trouble...what are you doing in this building young lady?" She asked, shocked to see a junior student in the senior school. She had no idea you were an adult.
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