Capítulo 1: Dress Code
Jenna woke up early today. The first day of school was always exciting, but today was even more exciting because today, she was the teacher. She felt fortunate to have been so lucky as too land her first job as a teacher at St. Monica's School for Girls. And the school was only a half-mile away from her Midwestern, tree-lined neighborhood. The Catholic school was renowned in the area for its high standards of discipline and education.
As she showered, the petite blonde reflected back on the interview process with the head mistress, Sister Ann. She remembered how Sister Ann commented on how tiny she was and that she wondered if she might 'get lost in the crowded hallways'. At the time, Jenna felt a little uncomfortable at the comment and wanted to point out that not many of the teenage girls had breasts her size, but thought better of it and let the comment pass. Thinking about it now, she realized that she had, in fact, been mistaken from behind for a young teenage girl numerous times before. That was until she turned around and the person saw how large her breasts were and then immediately realized their mistake.
Jenna marveled at how young Sister Ann was. She couldn't have been more than forty, but she looked really good for her age, no matter what it was. When the interview concluded, she recalled, she wasn't sure how well she had done, but she felt good about it. Jenna remembered her excitement at receiving the telephone call from Sister Ann notifying her she'd gotten the job. Now she couldn't wait to start her first day.
Jenna hurriedly laid out the prescribed garb for non-Sister's, as provided by Sister Ann. White blouse, plaid skirt, white socks and shoes. The philosophy at the school was that students learn better from teachers that they can relate too, so teachers were expected to dress in a similar mAnnr as the students. Jenna finished powdering herself after her shower and began to get dressed. Everything fit fine. The blouse was tailor made, so it accentuated her full figure and gave her already narrow waist and even tighter V-shape. She pulled on the skirt and realized that it seemed extremely short. It came to just above mid-thigh. Jenna turned around several times and checked her appearance in the mirror. She figured the skirt must have been okay, since the blouse fit perfectly. With one final approving glance, she gathered her things and headed to school.
Fall was in the air as the smell of freshly fallen leaves filled the air as she walked from the parking lot to the school. It was a large two-story brick building, partly covered in ivy, that housed a dorm section for the girls to sleep in, a recreation room and classrooms. Jenna was scheduled to teach English and gym this semester and had her first few classes already mentally mapped out as she entered the school very early for her first day. The excitement and anticipation had her stomach in knots and she felt a little nauseous as walked down the empty hallway toward the Head Mistress' office.
The high ceilings did nothing to lighten the dark corridor and her high heels echoed as clicked along the linoleum floor as she walked. She noticed the new posters lining the cold tile walls, welcoming the children back to school. Each classroom door was trimmed and stained in dark wood, which framed an opaque wavy glassed window with the classroom number on it. Jenna clutched her books to her chest as she approached the Head Mistress' office clearly marked as such. Jenna tapped sheepishly on the window as she could only make out a couple shadowy figures inside.
"Come in," a voice inside beckoned.
Jenna slowly opened the door and peeked inside to see Sister Ann and another woman who was much older. She entered the room when Sister Ann, seated behind her desk, gestured her to do so with her finger.
"Welcome Jenna. I'd like you to meet Ms. Stach, she's our office manager. She'll help you get set up in your new room. I hope you're ready for your first day, it'll be busy."
"Oh, yes, I am. I've been looking forward to it for days now," Jenna said enthusiastically as she stood on the other side of the large oak desk. "And it's nice to meet you, Ms. Stach."
Jenna shook the old woman's hand and found it kind of cold and clammy. The old woman didn't seem real happy to see her and grumbled a "nice to meet you" back at her. Jenna figured she'd seen a lot of young teachers come and go in her time and wasn't impressed by anyone new.
"Let me show you to your new classroom," Sister Ann said as she stood and walked out from behind her desk.
Her black robe looked heavy, as did her habit, Jenna thought. She was just glad she didn't have to wear it. As they headed back into the hallway Jenna saw a few other nuns making their way to their classrooms in preparation for the day. Things were picking up quickly and her anticipation grew accordingly. Sister Ann pushed open the door to classroom 111 and Jenna walked in. Jenna had two classes to teach at her new school, English Comp and gym. The desk at the head of the class was actually a table. The rows of desks that faced it were the old style with the lift up desktops and all-in-one construction.
Sister Ann at in the chair behind the teachers desk and patted the table and said, "This will be your spot for English. And you know where the gym office is already."
Jenna felt Sister Ann's eyes roam her figure as she stood before her. She felt a twinge of concern as sister Ann checked her out. Had she forgotten something? The long pause made Jenna want to scream, "what is it?!", but she composed herself and asked, "Am I dressed okay?"
"Uh, well, now that you asked, I need to make sure you've followed the rules we provided you in your orientation packet," Sister Ann stated plainly. "Oh yes. I followed them exactly," Jenna reassured her.
"Please step over here," Sister Ann said as she pointed to a spot on the floor directly in front of her.
Jenna, unsure of why she wanted her so close, was not in any mind to upset her new employer so early so she stepped onto the spot she pointed too. Jenna looked down at her head mistress as she watched her hands grab the hem of her pleated skirt. Her stomach tightened as Sister Ann's hands touched her outer thighs and began to slide upward. Jenna stepped back and in a shocked tone exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
"Jenna," began the calm voice of Sister Ann, "I need to check if you're wearing panties."
"What? Of course, I am," Jenna insisted, thinking that Sister Ann must have thought she was crazy if she wasn't. But much to her chagrin, Sister Ann replied, "Then we've got a little problem."
"The dress code for teachers here at St. Monica's clearly states that teachers must wear ONLY the uniform prescribed and that it is a condition of employment. No undergarments are permitted here at the school, Ms. Tarp," Sister Ann declared sounding more authoritative than before. "If that's a problem, then we'll have to reconsider our offer to you."
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