Part Two
Part of being his little girl was easy. I already had the body for it, I just needed to “package” it to my best advantage. Panties and knee socks were fine, but I wanted to go all the way, to immerse myself, and him in the fantasy so completely, that it would seem real.
I began shopping for a “school girl” outfit. You might think that this would be easy, after all almost all of the major lingerie companies have at least one outfit that’s supposed to let you dress up. Problem is, they are all over the top. Way too obvious that you are going for the fantasy! Really short pleated skirt that would never be seen on any school ground, see through shirts with silly little ties that to me just looked stupid. They generally added thigh high stockings to the mix, which to me completely ruined the look. So I had to go elsewhere.
I figured that if I were going to do it right, it had to be completely authentic, so I began to research actual school uniforms. In case you didn’t already know, the internet is a wonderful source of everything especially, apparently for perves!
It didn’t take me long to track down an online source for real school uniforms. A Catholic school supply website that offered uniforms: Plaid, pleated and everything! I looked up a local Catholic school to see what pattern they used. I was happy that their uniform was green plaid. Green against my pale skin and strawberry hair was perfect. A little bit of research and I converted my Junior size 3 body to a Girls size 14 dress and ordered my jumper complete with a pleated skirt.
Authenticity was my goal. I wanted to look like a student. It kind of got me a little excited when I started imagining myself in the outfit. I knew I would drive my boyfriend mad with lust!
I went to Target and bought a little white Cami bra with a little pink bow. My little tits would strain to fit in it, but I knew that was what I needed for the effect I wanted. A white polo shirt, white cotton panties, white knee socks and black loafers completed the ensemble.
With everything assembled, I decided that I would try it all on to make sure that the effect was perfect.
I took a shower, removed all my makeup and trimmed my pussy hair until it was little more than a pale ginger fuzz covering my mound. Pulled my hair into two pigtails on either side of my head. I slipped on the bra, white panties and knee socks. Pulled on the polo shirt and jumper, and slipped on my shoes.
I looked at myself in my full-length mirror and let out a gasp! It was perfect! If I hadn’t known it was me, I would have sworn that I was looking at an 8th grade girl from the local Catholic school, my slightly freckled face fresh and innocent. I was happy because I knew what the effect was going to be on my boyfriend. I could almost see his cock hardening when he saw his Baby Girl, I also realized that thinking about how he would react, was making me horny.
I sat on the floor in front of my mirror, admiring my perfect outfit, and flashed my panties at myself. I could see the beginnings of a wet spot in them, and that excited me more.
Leaning back against the side of the bed, I brought my knees up a bit, spreading them slightly apart, my skirt falling aside to uncover my thighs. I now had a clear view in the mirror of my mound straining behind the thin cotton fabric. I watched as my fingers traced the outline of my panties and my breath caught in my throat. Softly I stroked the line of my slit beneath the fabric and could feel my clit hardening under my finger.
There was something so erotic watching this little girl touching herself in the mirror that I soon had one hand in my bra squeezing my nipple and my other hand shoved beneath my panties stroking my pussy hard.
I closed my eyes and imagined my big man, my Daddy, fingering my pussy. Licking me, fucking me with his big cock. As I reached orgasm, I cried out “Oh Daddy, YES Daddy!”.
Everything was in place. Now to pick the time and place. It had to be right. It had to be real.
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