Schooltgirl

It's always been a case that I preferred reading stories, other people’s as I dislike writing myself, than watching. But never found that perfect story until 6 years ago when I found this website. Sadly that story no longer exists, about a boy called Wendy, by an author named Sarah. The way the story was written, seemed to be from a feminine side. That rare person a dominate female. That lives to feminise.
Having lived as a female, or rather worn clothing I like, since 2008. Uniforms hold the strongest desire. A skirt suit, with a matching dress is very high in my mind. As I can wear a blouse. Keeping me nice and cool. A job where Stewardess uniform is required, was a preferred choice of occupation. But I was the building trade that benefited from my skills.
After a new start I ditched most of my male clothing.
It was mini skirts. A-line, pleated and tight denim. 4” stiletto heels. A a top, showing off my breasts, my heavy uncomfortable expensive breastforms. A short straight skirt with stockings and a satin or silk blouse, for attending appointments, with just a jacket if cold.
Long before I could dress freely. Walking though the local shopping centre, The Mall, despite being located in London. A place of shops & stalls in the thoroughfare. I saw the French Maids dress, hung up high so easily seen from a far. Black PVC with white nylon lace on all the seams accept the neckline. The lace up bust, with a lace trim, was what made me, instantly, ask the female stall holder, she gave me the one on display. Did she know it was for me.
A perfect length and fit having an elasticated waist, lower down the bodice than usual, to suit my height of 5’10”/11”. I finished it off with black stockings, seamed black stockings. Then a black and white garter belt. A black lace corset, with detachable suspender straps, that where not too wide.
Knickers, that matched. As a thin piece of material up my buttocks has never been comfortable. Maybe because there was a little bit more to contain than designed for.
I brought a second dress from the same lady a few years later. But the desire to wear other materials such as satins took over.
I used to wear it out as often as possible. To clubs on the other side of the city and across the river. In the winter just a fur (fake) coat. This often meant waiting outside the Underground station for the first tube (train) home. By now I don't care and carry my coat.
Sadly now I cannot wear high heels even indoors and a maid’s without heels does not have the same appeal.
Does anyone else find walking in heels outside totally different to when inside?

A few years on, swapping texts with a guy, I got into white panties, which I now wear. They help keep that thing in place better.
I have had several cheap and tacky Nurse dresses, thorough-out my life. Usually with white under garments.

Now it is authentic school uniform and to regulation. Nothing tacky. Manly as the footwear available in my width fitting. That I need to wear socks. I prefer blouse & skirt than dresses. A white blouse is easier to button up with the buttons on left as apposed to the right side. A school blazer has lots of pockets. And girls panties hold that little bit extra I have, but my scrotum does hang low.
If you ever see me in public be sure to pick me up!