My uniform

I had discussed the notion of uniforms before, not least on this blog and more recently on girltalk as it appears different girls have a different and sometimes a choice of looks depending on how they themselves and their roles in an 'age-play' context with some being more the dressy sort and others not.
To me a function of having something outside of what in a more Adult setting I have say for work is to help me make a switch so that when say I'm in chat I look like the Middle with a little side I feel so I resemble that girl talking away or when I'm doing more middlish, littles things.
Being transgendered and thinking more forward I have a lot of things like the sort of blouses you'd were say for work so I thought about something like a school uniform and indeed they are white.

It's also the case my strongly felt need to be spanked and disciplined is routed in that junior experience, the one that in so many ways is in my inner child that having and wearing a uniform I associate with it makes sense.
I will be wearing a grey juniors pleated skirt with red top over the blouses together with white socks. I'll also be in traditional plain school knickers just like I was back then when at my junior school they'd spank me over them which in hindsight I appreciated.
This I think is going to be good for me.

Keeping things tidy and in order

Part of age-play and being in any kind of relationship that has that 'little' side to it that your interests come from there so in any rooms you are those things such as books, stuffies, figurines and dvds will be on display ideally in some sort of shelving or case.
I have a shelf for my many dvds mostly anime and childrens titles with the odd small plushie around every ten or so titles that looks so cute plus Hello Kitty playing cards.

Bridesmaids Edition tm

Okay I was kind of minded to make this post and although I'm not really well today, I thought I'd make the effort.

If by some strange chance you hadn't heard there was a really big Wedding on Friday last in fact a Royal Wedding and this usually leads to thoughts about the dress of Bride and Groom, the venue and all manner of stuff that I'll leave others to deal with.

My thoughts came back to the roles of Bridesmaids and Pageboys at weddings having attended a few from early childhood although sadly not in a Bridesmaids dress. The days as I recalled at least were a combination of experiences.

Excitement over all the people you would meet, being introduced to by your parents, of meeting distant relatives you might only of heard of and seen the odd photograph of.

Wonderment of the venue usually a Church with it's distinctive architecture - as those who saw Fridays events  no doubt realized Westminster Cathedral is marvellous.

Nervousness hoping everyone remembered their lines and nothing unscripted happened during the formal service.

Being knocked out to be invited to take a role and being fitted for your outfit for the day. It was really for real that you and your partners in crime were acing out for that day only being Prince and Princesses.

It was really the latter that lead me to include this one picture of the Bridesmaids and Pageboys in tunic and breeches taken Friday morning clearly having fun before the serious stuff started.

It captures it beautifully.

Time for a cuddle

I have a big soft spot for teddy bears and plushies as I like to feel their fur against my skin as I cuddle up to them or hug the smaller ones.

Although I'm a bit shy, I love people hugging and cuddling me as I feel very secure and loved when that happens whither I've been good or naughty.

It's funny actually that some people seem to think it's in order to come to someone - have them help them out and then be gone in a flash leaving this person behind.

It just seems to me that they're missing a fundamental truth - that you give as you receive - in life. Just imagine what would happen if we all said "Right I've had my help. Now don't come asking for any."

The absence of respect for the time put in is telling and there is no other word to employ but they USED them.

It's flat out wrong!

Floating along nicely

Feeling as if we're walking on air is part of the innocence of being an age-play adult middle so you may well feel like strolling around with a balloon be it say a My Little Pony one or a heart-shaped one cos you're in love with your caregiver.
It is the  most natural thing for you and why shouldn't you do just that?

Less is more

After all that talk about regression I had this thought:

Why do I want it all?
The only all I'd like - note I ever do wants people -  are good friends, enough money to live by and peace - everything else isn't necessary. I get zilch from it.
This is what I actually need-a child-like life wearing a pretty dress.
If that makes me weird so what? It's the kind of weird that makes sense to 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.