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Part 36

It took Amelia forever to fall asleep.

The mortifying events of the day replayed through her head again and again, especially the moments that were telling of Ashley’s set-up in retrospect. Putting on a uniform to observe, for example, although she had been told about that back when she thought Claire had been a young woman instead of an eighteen year old student. More notably, the fact that every single adult had treated her like a transfer student without breaking character even once. Looking back, that kind of commitment to giving her a ‘first day experience’ was beyond excessive; both in the way she was spoken to, as well as the step by step process that she had been taken through.

After kicking herself for being so blind and so gullible, Amelia started brainstorming. What was the best way out? Tomorrow was Saturday. Was the office even open on the weekend? Relying on Ashley was easily the worst option. It would be better for Amelia to somehow prove her real identity to someone with authority. Surely the academy had a computer lab somewhere, or maybe a couple desktops in the library. The campus tour had been more about the buildings themselves and less about the rooms inside, so Amelia hadn’t seen those kinds of details yet. If she could just get some form of online access, then she could forward her information to the right person and Ashley’s little trick would unravel when Amelia had an opportunity to explain things and actually be taken seriously.

That was the plan, then. Find a computer. Simple and straightforward, yet also the most effective strategy she could think of without having any of her things that had been taken when she had arrived.

Even after that idea was settled, Amelia wasn’t able to find sleep very easily. Part of it was that she had been put to bed a lot earlier than she would normally turn in for the night. Was it even 10 PM yet? The only frame of reference she had was that her homework had taken her past the curfew laid out for the intermediate girls in the Westridge handbook. Without a clock in the room or her phone in her possession, she could only take an educated guess based on the fact that she had showered, had an entirely unproductive conversation with Ashley, and then had tossed and turned in bed for a little while. The other difficulty lay in the fact that Amelia was fully naked under the comforter. She usually wore underwear and a loose tee or tank top to bed; the sensation of the sheets against her bare body was an adjustment that had her constantly shifting in discomfort. The senior girls couldn’t have at least brought her a pair of panties or something? Even that would have been preferable to wearing absolutely nothing. Although maybe Ashley wanted escape to be as difficult as possible, which proved she didn’t know Amelia very well. The petite blonde wasn’t the streaking type in the slightest, and what difference would underwear make? Either way, her apartment was halfway across the city and the sun had already gone down. She had already resigned herself to the fact that she’d be spending the night in the dorm Ashley had somehow secured for her.

After tossing and turning for what felt like forever, Amelia managed to drift off. It had been an early morning followed by a humiliating day once she had been clued into things; once she finally fell asleep, she was out more heavily than she normally was at night. Until she was stirred ever so subtly.

The smallest nudge on her shoulder wasn’t nearly enough to shake her from her slumber, nor was the whispering in her ear. “Mmm,” Amelia quietly groaned, her tired voice barely audible as she clung to the sleep she was still very much wrapped up in.

“-know. Y- . . . sleep . . .-llie.” It was Ashley’s voice in her ear, yet it sounded like she was far away at the same time, or maybe underwater. The dark haired girl was slipping into her dreams, and Amelia was more than 90% asleep as she gradually became aware of Ashley’s words. “ . . . -word.”

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion and persistent tiredness, Amelia just whined out a small, “Hmm?”

Everything went quiet for a while in response, and she started naturally drifting back into that 10% towards the deep sleep she had been enjoying before. Just when she was finding it, another small shoulder nudge pulled her back. “. . . password,” Ashley’s distant voice said.

It took a little more back and forth for Amelia to understand in her barely awake state. The entire time, she was kept far from actual consciousness. Ashley was like a confusing dream that didn’t change or relent like Amelia’s usual ones, and eventually Amelia responded to the vivid yet cloudy voice. Desperately desiring the sleep that the feminine whisper was promising, and being a lot more vulnerable than she could currently comprehend, Amelia murmured in barely audible slur, “2-6 . . . 3 . . . 7 . . . ”

And that was it. No more voice, no more soft shoulder shakes. Without the constant interruptions, she fell back asleep almost right away.

A little while later, she was roused again by two sharp knocks on her bedroom door. “Millie? You awake?”

This time, Amelia actually woke up. The knocking wasn’t particularly gentle, and the brightness of the room did the rest of the job as she squinted her eyes and sighed in frustrated tiredness. What time was it? Sitting up and blocking the sun with her hand, Amelia suddenly squeaked and blushed as she realized that her chest was totally bare. As was the rest of her body. So the previous day hadn’t been a nightmare after all; she was still in a dorm and stuck as a transfer student at a boarding school. She pulled the sheets up to cover her breasts, which ended up being the right move. Seconds later, Ashley was opening the door.

It was just her. No partner in crime in the form of Claire. “You’re still in bed?” Ashley asked. She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her before speaking again. “What are all your classmates going to think of you, Millie? You can’t be the last girl to breakfast on your first full day here.”

Not even the image of the dark haired girl was enough for Amelia to remember the dreamlike experience she had at some point throughout the night. Instead, she was focused on the uniform on the hanger Ashley was holding, as well as all the thoughts racing through her head. First, the fact that Amelia wasn’t waking up in her own bed, quickly followed by all the memories of the previous day washing over her. Then, more importantly, the computer plan that she would need to somehow execute today. “I didn’t have clothes,” Amelia mumbled. As if that was the reason. Ashley’s wake-up call was the only reason she wasn’t still sleeping.

Ashley just rolled her eyes. “What do you think these are?” She walked over to the small closet in the corner of the room that had been fixed into the corner of the room in classic dorm style. Hanging up the uniform on the metal rod, Ashley then pulled something out from her own breast pocket. “Underwear first.” Tossing the undergarments onto the bed, she said, “Well? What are you waiting for?”

“I-” Amelia looked down in distaste at the matching white set that landed right next to her. The panties were easily the most boring pair she had seen in her entire life, and . . . a training bra?! “Where’s my underwear?” she hesitantly asked. Hadn’t Claire gone to wash those the other night? Besides, it’s not like a bra needed to be washed every day, and Amelia would much prefer the one she wore yesterday that actually made it look like she had some curves up there.

“You read the handbook, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but-”

“But nothing, Millie. You’re only allowed to wear white or nude undergarments. Besides, that bra you were wearing yesterday is a bit too mature for a girl your age. And a thong? Kind of slutty, and also pointless when you don’t really have an ass.”

Amelia glanced away and lightly blushed. What was she supposed to say to that? Since she was supposed to be ‘thirteen’ and a student here, technically Ashley’s point was valid about what was and wasn’t allowed. But the patronizing insults were so unnecessary. The problem was, Amelia held none of the cards at the moment, and she was also currently naked. She would have snapped back at something like that yesterday, but now she was just going to quietly take it to avoid any more hassle. Besides, it’s not like anyone would see the plain, immature underwear.

Taking Amelia’s silence as acceptance of the simple, cotton garments, Ashley said, “Hop to it, Millie! You don’t want us to miss breakfast, do you?”

Less motivated by breakfast and more thinking about the fact that getting dressed and leaving the room was necessary to put her own plan in motion, Amelia took the underwear with one hand while keeping the sheets clutched over her body with the other. She knew it was going to be awkward putting them on under the covers, but that was much preferable to letting Ashley see her naked beyond what she had already seen with the towel.

Commenting on the efforts right away, Ashley smirked a little bit. “Still shy about your body, little cousin? You do realize we’re both girls, right? And related?”

Except they weren’t actually related, and Ashley was fully dressed in comparison. Amelia had already been thoroughly humiliated as a would-be student teacher who had been treated as a difficult teenager for nearly 24 hours now. The last thing she needed was for the one who started all of this to definitively see how small she was for her age as she got dressed. Although the childish cotton set wouldn’t do much to help; Ashley and the uniform were halfway across the room, and Amelia doubted she would be allowed to get completely undressed under the covers. Maybe she could scurry over to the bathroom?

Or . . . “Can I just have a little privacy?” Amelia asked. She was still an adult, even though everyone but Ashley and Claire saw her as a thirteen year old. It was still possible to carry herself as such, and make perfectly reasonable requests.

Ashley scoffed. “Hell, no. If I leave, you’re just going to go back to bed. Honestly, Millie, it’s not that difficult to get dressed, is it?”

‘Ugh!’ Amelia wanted to groan for real, but she settled on doing it in her head. Still rejecting the idea of pulling on the underwear the easy way, she made sure to keep her body under the covers at all times while she slipped one foot at a time into the panties.

Meanwhile, Ashley contented herself by pulling out her phone. Thankfully, she didn’t seem interested in training a camera on Amelia or anything. Instead, she idly scrolled while waiting for the petite blonde to deal with the undergarments. “Claire will be here in about two minutes, by the way,” she eventually said.

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