... her school uniform. It wasn't the one that was discovered in her bag; it was a fresh one in Paul's transformed room.
"Mom! Why?!" Paul yelled for the sixth time. Everything felt uncomfortable and foreign against her feminine body, especially the panties and white tights that squeezed her legs. All she wanted to do is rip the clothes off, even with her proven shyness and disgust at seeing her naked new body. "I can't believe you've dressed me like a fucking schoolgirl!"
"Belle! Language" mom cautioned.
"Oh, I'm sorry, mommy. I'm so overjoyed that you bathed me like a little kid, made me smell like flowers, gave me lessons on 'how to pee', painted all my nails pink, put me in this lovely uniform and put my hair in pigtails" Paul said sarcastically.
Mom gritted her teeth. "I had no choice."
"Really?"
"Yes. I can't take you with me, and I can't leave you here" since all the pictures show Paul and not Belle. That means you must go to school, and that you must look your best."
"But.."
"Unless you want me to call your girlfriend to babysit you and for you to somehow explain everything, shut up and be a good girl" mom snapped. "Now, tell me your name."
"But.. arrghhh fine. Its Belle. "
"Good girl. Grab your things. We leave in a couple of minutes"