Moving into her new room on campus certainly gave Isabella plenty to do. There was all the unpacking; hanging up her clothes in the wardrobe, putting up photographs of her parents and her younger sister on the desk, neatly filing and storing all the books and stationary she would need for the new school year, hanging her crucifix on the wall (the nail was just too high for her to reach without some precarious chair-top balancing), and placing the little plaster saints she had been given as a going-away present from her old school out on the mantlepiece. The room was modern and comfortable, but a little small, and it was while investigating the possibility of finding some extra storage space that she discovered the box under the bed.

It was a big box, black and very solid-looking, with a combination-padlock hanging open on the front. Concluding that it must have been left behind by the last girl to occupy her room, Isabella dragged it out onto the floor, thinking that it would make a perfect solution to her storage problems. But when she pulled it open, she discovered that it was already full - and the nature of its contents prompted her to an amazed double-take. For the box was stuffed with clothes, but clothes quite unlike any that the sheltered convent-school girl had ever seen before: tight-fitting fantasies of leather and rubber, bristling with straps and buckles. Some of them didn't even look like clothes at all; they looked more like some kind of restraints. Her first impulse was to slam the box shut and push it back under the bed, afraid of being punished for even looking at such things. But her curiousity soon got the better of her; and after getting up, locking the door, and closing the curtains, she pulled it out again and took a closer look.

The first things Isabella pulled out of the box were some kind of leather boots. At first she thought, judging by their length, that they were for a much taller woman than herself; but measuring them against her own legs she soon realised that they were meant for someone her own size, provided that person was happy to wear boots that went almost as far up as their crotch. In fact, it looked as though they would fit her rather neatly. The next item in the box - some kind of bizarre corset - also seemed as though it could have been made for her. Whoever the girl was who had owned these things, she must have been very similar in height and build to Isabella herself.

The next step was almost inevitable. After double-checking the door and blinds to make sure she wouldn't be disturbed, Isabella stripped out of her school uniform and experimentally stepped into the leather corset. She soon realised that this bizarre garment was cut so as to leave both her breasts and her sex exposed, and yet was so tight-fitting that even wearing underwear beneath it was distinctly uncomfortable. Taking it off, she took off her bra and panties and then pulled the corset back on again, gradually securing its many straps and fastenings until it was tightly locked around her voluptuous young body. She paused for a moment to admire herself in the mirror, and was shocked by the result: her voluptuous breasts bulged over the top of the corset, making them look even bigger than usual in comparison with her squeezed-in, black-leather-bound body, while her small sex and neatly shaven bush peeked through the gap in the material left over her crotch. Returning to the box, she completed the effect by stepping into the boots and zipping them up to her thighs, before tottering over in their four-inch heels to view herself once more. Between boots and corset, only a few inches of each leg were visible; the rest was covered in black leather, whose shine matched her lustrous black hair. Her firm breasts stood out proudly from her chest, her nipples hardening in the cool air. She pouted for the mirror, and then giggled. Thank God, she thought, that no-one can see me like this!