"Never mind," said Mona, "it's great when you get used to it. We paid off our cars ages ago."

They both giggled and dug each other in the ribs again.

"Hey," said Trixie, "we gotta get you dressed. Come here."

They took Claudia through into another room and Claudia realized that she really would have to wear the same disgusting uniform Trixie and Mona had on. But there was nothing for it. She had come too far to turn back. And anyway, one more weekend in her apartment with nothing to do and she would kill herself.

Claudia put her overnight bag on the floor in the corner. It was a dark room, with lots of clothes racks. Her uniform was over the table in the center of the room, she could see that. She waited for the girls to leave, but they didn't.

"You a teacher?" Trixie asked.

"Yes," said Claudia. "Er… do I change in there?" She pointed through to a bathroom on the far side of the dressing room.

"What's up, fucking prude?" Mona giggled. "All girls together." She winked at Trixie.

Somehow Claudia didn't care any more. She slid her dress off and put it on a hanger. It shook her a bit when she had to take her own bra off to put on the quarter-cup bra of the uniform. She was sure the two girls were eyeing her tits, but that was stupid. The tiny black slip covered her ass and at least enabled her to take her panties off without showing them anything more. She had trouble with the stockings and suspender belt. She'd never worn anything like them before. Finally came the spike heels.

She stood, wobbling a bit, in front of the mirror. She hated herself. She looked disgusting. Like some whore. For a second or so she wondered if it were worth just taking it off and walking out, but she had committed herself and there was nothing else for her to do…

"Better practice in those heels a bit," Trixie said.

Then next door a bell rang.