Were-Magic (Were-series book 1)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I dragged  myself down the stairs begrudgingly, my enthusiasm long gone for the day.

''Oh, sweetie it's... cute.'' The slight pause and strain in my mother's voice made me  more anxious about the uniform. I was staring at my mother's back and she turned slowly, reluctant to show me my new school uniform.

I gasped at the outfit in her hands.

The plaid blue, black and white skirt was only thirty centimeters long! And you can tell by the narrow waistband that it was meant to be sitting on your hips! By the looks of it, it seemed that it'll just barely cover my butt. The white button up shirt looked way to tight near the chest area and I wasn't small up there either. In fact my mother was constantly complementing me on my chest, awkward I know, but it's true. I wasn't too small nor too big, and I loved myself either way.

''Mom, I refuse to wear that in public. Hell I even refuse to simply try it on!'' I exclaimed. That outfit was disgusting and was probably chosen from some old pervert who liked creeping on female students.

''Honey, I know it looks the way it does, but it might be different if you try it on. Maybe we can even tweak it a bit?'' She suggested, I took comfort in the fact that she sounded reluctant to make me try it on also.

"Okay, how about this? If I try it on and even you don't approve, you let me go to the public school with the humans?" I asked, urging her. She sighed.

"We'll see. Now go!" She said, crossing her arms.

She gave me the uniform and I found the closest bathroom, which was just after the kitchen.

I'm not going to lie, the uniform definitely accented my best assets, but if I bent even the slightest bit forward my panties would be showing and my boobs would practically be popping out of my shirt. I looked liked I belonged on the cover of Playboy!

I slowly stepped out of the bathroom to show my mother. She gasped as well.

''Oh my. Alright well maybe we can try pulling the skirt down a bit and you can wear a black undershirt?" I shook my head at the first suggestion.

''I already tried pulling the skirt down, it won't budge. It's like they customize them to only fit your waist or something.'' I tried again to pull it down with no such luck. The skirt wasn't moving.

''Is it perhaps too tight?'' She asked, trying to find and alternative to my situation.

''No, that's the strange part! It fits perfectly at my waist!'' I looked at my mom begging her to change her mind. Since she wanted me to integrate into our new pack, that meant going to that stupid private school with all the werewolves. I wanted to be with humans, not werewolves. Being new to a pack was like social suicide to a werewolf. But with humans, life wasn't so bad as the new girl.

''Then I guess you're going to have to wear tights underneath and an undershirt to cover up your boobs.'' She said, poking me in said boob, trying to lighten the mood.

''Mom!'' I yelled, while smacking her hand away in embarrassment.

''Sorry, sorry. Here, why don't you go change, help me unpack the car, then we'll go out to eat? Afterwards we'll see what we can do with your uniform."

''Fine, but I'm driving!'' I was seventeen, soon to be eighteen, and just got my G2's and I loved to drive! It was almost as thrilling as running. I ran back to the bathroom changed out of my uniform and back into my skinny jeans and black V-neck with my brown curly locks down around my face and accenting my blue eyes. My outfit made me look even paler than usual because of all the dark colors, but because of my complexion it made my rosy red lips stand out more.