Effie gulped down the water, her throat parched from her previous sobbing, and the tight rasping of the strap that had been fastened around her neck.  Her heart lightened a little as Miss Rogers opened a draw and pulled out some packages.<br/><br/>“<em>Here's your new uniform, darling. Put it on, and I'll take you to your dorm</em>”, the Deputy Headmistress said.<br/><br/>Effie was so desperate to pull on some clothes, she almost grabbed the plastic bags and began tearing at the wrappers, her eyes eagerly searching for a shirt and pleated skirt to cover herself with.  But what fell out of the bags was unrecognisable – a mass of white leather, lace and chains fell to the floor.  Effie peered down at it, horrified.<br/><br/>She looked up at Miss Rogers hoping for some recognition that this had all been a dreadful mistake, but it was clear that was not the case.<br/><br/>"<em>Chop-chop, dear. I'm sure your room mate is waiting for you!" </em>Miss Rogers said.<br/><br/>Effie picked up the bundle of material unsure what to do with it – she had never seen anything like it in her life.  Faced with the opportunity of remaining completely naked, or getting dressed in the weird garb before her, she chose the latter.  Gingerly she pulled on the white mesh bodystocking - what she supposed to be a skirt, but was merely a frill of white leather that skirted her bottom cheeks - and a top fabricated from leather and chains, that left her tiny breasts and nipples fully exposed.<br/>