CONVINCING ENOUGH by Joe Whatever "All I'm saying is that this costume isn't very realistic," Stephanie said. "This skirt is way too short to be part of a school uniform. It barely covers my panties!" "I rather like it," her husband replied, as he ogled her legs. "Keep your eyes on the road, or we won't get wherever it is you're taking me," she said. "You'd better get used to the short skirt, dear," her husband teased. "You'll be wearing it for the rest of the week. You'll have to be careful walking and sitting or your underpants will be on display for everyone to see." "Dream on," she shot back. "I only have to stay in uniform if you can convince people that I'm a student. My work clothes are in the trunk and...." "And there they'll stay," her husband replied smugly. "Those big girl clothes are great for a corporate lawyer, but I don't want you to get them dirty, honey." Stephanie frowned and pulled down the car's vanity mirror. The pigtailed student with the school cap and geeky plastic-rimmed glasses was a far cry from the stylish corporate attorney who had been sitting in the car just a few minutes before. At 29, Stephanie was short, thin, and rather flat chested. But she was also a graduate of Harvard Law and a fierce corporate attorney. She was confident that her intellect, poise, and maturity would shine through. It didn't matter where she was going or what she was wearing. After all, she was an attorney. No one would believe this silly ruse. Soon she would be back in her designer business suit, and her husband would forget about his ridiculous "schoolgirl spanking" fantasies once and for all. She caught herself biting her nails as she recalled the way the man at the gas station had looked at her when she had come out of the restroom in her school uniform. Why was she biting her nails? She hadn't done that in years! "How much longer?" she whined. "I need to use the restroom." "No time for potty breaks, sweetie," her husband said in his most patronizing voice. "Maybe next time you'll go potty when Daddy tells you." Stephanie clenched her teeth and squeezed her thighs together. She hated being treated this way, but a deal was a deal. At last they approached a huge complex of Gothic stone buildings surrounded by a wall topped with razor wire. Stephanie bit her lip nervously and tugged down on her skirt as her husband pulled up to the guardhouse. The guard looked into the car and nodded. "Nice to see you again, sir," he said. "And you brought your daughter this time." The guard looked at Stephanie and smiled. "In uniform already? "That's a good girl. The Headmaster's waiting." As they drove past the guardhouse, Stephanie saw the sign on the gate: BRECKWOOD REFORMATORY FOR GIRLS She shivered as she realized her business clothes were indeed going to stay in the trunk. Edited by C. Lakewood