I have the right...

Last week I looked at the standards that are appropriate to hybrid middle/adult  me and why this year it's important to build on that progress.

One thing that gets sometimes forgotten about especially on this blog is I do have have rights and needs when it comes to how I wish to express my gender as that person excepting of course that you need to consider where and in what context you do not least for your own protection.

I do have right to express myself if I so wish in a very feminine and somewhat cutesy form even if much of the time I do wear either child-like casual or school-type attire depending on where I am and who I am with.

This is at the far end of 'sugary' with me but it appeals greatly again with some consideration to what sort of context, hitting the younger side of me head on.

This is more the sort of thing you'd associate with me but I really love gingham dresses and they cut of most traditional school type ones does flatter my figure well so I like to wear them when I'm with people who have responsibility for me.
I don't have a major issue with pants, indeed where I'm from it often got very cold and you'd be glad of the coverage but to be honest I generally prefer skirts and dresses with shorts being good for either play or walking as you don't want your flowing dress stuck on the brambles!
Just nobody should define who and what I am except me.

Revisited classroom 2011

One of my last classroom experiences was attending a residential training school for the disabled which was held in a former Girls Boarding School with extensive grounds about a mile way from the town centre  and some  a quarter mile off the rail station.
The reason I was there was because I'd never received any  proper training for a career, my disabilities are such I'd need support across the whole day to get by and frankly I needed a more stricter school type structure most adult colleges don't offer to learn effectively.
Things like a rigid time-table, less lectures and more chalk and talk teaching and having to wear and being inspected on smart office uniform during class times. While corporal punishment was out, you could and I was taken out to the front to verbally chastised for such things as not using your time responsibly or being late returning to class in front of your peers.
It only took a day before we all realized we were mentally at least "at school" with very much a schoolboys and girls scene going on most days in our class with some of us clearly regressing with plushies and Winnie the Pooh pencil cases being out, the emergence of gangs and gang leaders coupled with lines being formed for our meals we had to keep to.
I through persistence and firm discipline from our instructors gained my COTAC travel industry qualifications.
Looking back on this, it does show clearly I loved being 'at school' with its rituals, social structures and the firm discipline adult settings don't usually provide and it is better for me.
I do think there is merit in being punished in each others presence not least as a deterrent to others and would accept it at an age-play school which I feel is what I'm looking for.