He chose School uniform

After having a nosey through the wardrobe and drawers, Merry found himself gravitating back to the hangers holding her school uniform. It looked like she had at least five shirts, blouses, he corrected himself. He had two shirts and both were currently scrunched up under his bed, both in dire need of a meeting with the washing machine. His mother would no doubt harangue him for them tomorrow.

A couple of her blouses were short sleeved the others long sleeved. Merry lifted one of the short sleeved ones out. Touches of white lace decorated the edges of the sleeves and the edges of the collar, and there was more stitching around the chest area where there was none on his shirts. He lay it down on the bed and lifted out one of her skirts. All the boys wore almost identical black trousers but the girls had far greater choice. Some - mostly the fat girls- wore trousers, whilst the majority wore black or grey skirts. There was even a disparity in that as well. Some girls wore skirts that went down almost to the ankles, though most wore straight black skirts that dropped to the knee. A few wore straight skirts that ended halfway between knee and waist and some, like his sister, preferred pleated black skirts that terminated mid-thigh.

Merry personally would have preferred it if all the girls wore the straight skirts that were mid thigh. The reason being that the girls had to sit with knees closed, otherwise they ran the risk of panty flashing and if you were careful on crowded stairs you could sneak some blurry shots on your phone of the underwear of the girl climbing the stairs a few steps in front of you. Though you had to be really careful about that now.

Just last month, one of the boys doing that was caught and his phone was confiscated before he had a chance to delete the pictures. He had refused to open up his phone to scrutiny, even with the threat of expulsion. His father had left work to come to school and sort it out. Even with his father there, the boy still had refused to provide the code for the phone. Angry, his father had grabbed the phone and his son’s finger, pressing the digit against the phone’s sensor to unlock the screen.

Rumour had it, that there had been a considerable amount of up skirt pictures on his phone and even a few down blouse ones.

Police had to be called, not so much because of the pictures, but because on seeing the pictures, his father had beaten the proverbial shit out of his son there and then in the head teachers office. The boy had still been permanently expelled from school. An important lesson had been learned by the other up-skirters that day. The lesson being to download and remove any problematic pictures from your phone as soon as possible. One picture you could wriggle out of with a warning, any more than that and you were in trouble.

Pleated skirts made up-skirting easier on stairs in the school and on the stairs getting onto the school busses, but the pleats tended to fall between the girls thighs when they were sat down, ruining that avenue for a quick thrill.