Independence day

It started as some griping among a few Senior girls, about the uniform dress code. Specifically, the requirement that they wear plain, white, brief-style panties. No colors or patterns, no lace or frills, no bikinis or cheekies or boy-shorts or, god forbid, thongs. The general theme was: we should be able to dress how we want to, where nobody can see anyway — completely unaware of how often they casually exposed themselves.

The first plan for rebellion was to set aside a day when the whole class would wear their prettiest panties. That was received enthusiastically, until one girl pointed out that they would all want to show off their choices and see what their friends wore, which would certainly lead to detection and discipline.

So the plan was changed: a day for everyone to go without panties. Nobody would have anything unique to show off, and the faculty would be none the wiser.

Word spread around the Senior class, and a day was named.

Perhaps, when the day arrived, some of the staff noticed some extra whispering, giggling, or blushing faces. I imagine that most were oblivious.

I teach science. My students do lab projects quite often — I think the hands-on learning lasts longer than lectures. The lab tables are not particularly high. To look at a specimen, a scale, a graduated cylinder, a microscope, or anything else on the table, requires the girls to bend over.

They wear their kilts as short as possible.

I took in the view with the greatest pleasure. So much beauty! So much variety! My mental notebook filled with details.

I didn’t report the uniform infractions. I’m hoping that the rebellion calls for defiance to be repeated regularly and often.

Ah… here come my second-period students.

— Frenulum