Sexy schoolgirl uniform

Taking the sole contents out of the bag is a packaged outfit. On the cardboard label is very clearly a picture of an adult woman in a tied up white shirt, very small tartan skirt, knee high socks, and saddle shoes. “A schoolgirl, of course,” giggled Vyki to herself.

Pulling out the contents of the package shows the white shirt, red tartan cloth that must be the excuse for the skirt, and a couple long socks. Looking down at her shoes she fiddles with the lock and whispers to herself, “hopefully Daddy is okay if I skip those,” and shoves the stockings back in the package.

Picking up the shirt, it looks way too small for her as it looks smaller than any dress shirt she’s worn since high school. Sticking one arm through the short sleeve and then the other, she could feel it stretch across the back of her shoulders and it seemed tighter, yet more flexible than a normal guy’s dress shirt. It definitely felt more constrictive, but she was surprised it didn’t seem to hamper her arms like a tight coat or small shirt normally would.

She reached for the placket and went to pull the two sides together up front, but although it stretched, she could not reliably get the two sides to come together over her expansive faux breasts. Moreover, when she looked at it further, she realized there were no buttons or buttonholes. Looking back to the picture from the package, she can see the model clearly has most of her cleavage showing and the shirt just ties underneath her tits; no buttons were actually used.

Sighing to herself, Vyki could see the center of the shirt seemed to extend down like tails but in the front. Grasping the two ends and pulling them underneath her breasts, she tried to look down through her cleavage at making the knot, but after first tightening the initial square, it brought her breasts together and obscured her view as she tied the locking knot. Looking down, she was surprised at how much... lift... the shirt seemed to provide, but even moving slightly to grab her skirt, there was still plenty of give to allow for a noticeable bounce to her chest. Bouncing her shoulders in the seat briefly, she was tickled at how they still noticeably jiggled up and down but were quickly settled down by the shirt. Giggling she tried it a few more times, but then was reminded of Daddy waiting on her as she saw him shifting his weight out of the corner of her eye as he leaned on the car.

Grasping the stretchy waistband of the strip of cloth that was an excuse for a skirt, she carefully maneuvered her high heeled shoes through the opening and then lifted up her bottom to get the waist band up to the center waist of her corset. The hem barely met the top of her thighs, but the lace trim added a touch of feminine teasing she wasn’t expecting.

Looking back at the model in the photo she tried to identify anything else that was missing, but it seemed like these were the main pieces. She did notice how the model had a couple of cute ponytails; looking at the hair ties on her wrists, she figured she’d try a few times herself. They came out rather loose, but she figured that gave her a more casual sultry look; that, and she knew Daddy was probably getting impatient.

Looking down at herself with the exposed skin, she wasn’t sure this was much better than the transparent dress Molly gave her. She took a deep breath and reminding herself “looking sexy shows Daddy how ready and accepting I am.” Taking another deep breath to get her into her role she continued, “a good slut makes sure she is eagerly available for Daddy anywhere, anytime.” One final breath, she finishes, “I want to be a good slut. I am a good slut.”

Knowing there is nothing else to do, she leans forward to open the door to get out, but realizes she can’t get around the front seat to reach it. Seeing Daddy standing next to teh door, she lightly raps on the window to get his attention.

Lou is almost startled by the noise but can see the bright white of the top peeking out from around the passenger seat and opens the door as he sees Vyki wave. Reaching down to grasp the release lever, he moves the seat forward out of her way and reaches a hand in to help her out.

Vyki is happy to see the offered hand from Daddy to help her out as the backseat tilts back awfully far. Reaching forward, she has to shift her legs to get a good space to push herself forward.

Lou has to remind himself that the shadowy slit visible as she ungracefully steps out of the backseat is not real, but he can’t help but feel guilty for catching a glimpse even as he instinctively turned his head.

Vyki steps out of the car and immediately still feels the cold air on her bare bottom under the abbreviated skirt and tries to tug it down some, but it slides back to the center of her corset. She can feel the lace trim of the skirt just barely tickle her upper thigh as she tries to smooth the skirt in back. Hearing the door thud and click closed, she turns to Daddy and says, “so, how does it look?” while she looks down holding her pig tails back trying to look over her cleavage.

Lou just stares there a moment. He knows much of what is in front of him is an illusion of makeup, appliances, and clothing, and while she probably wouldn’t win any modelling contracts, he can’t deny the very stiff bulge in his pants..... again. “You look fabulous, babe,” Lou finally replied.

Vyki beamed her smile, “thank you,” while she bounced briefly on the balls of her feet. She saw Daddy Lou’s eyes open a little wider while clearly looking below her chin. Vyki giggled almost glad Daddy noticed and gave an extra little bounce in appreciation.

They stood there silently for a little bit. Vyki finally broke the silence when she said “guess we can go home now,” and turned to open the car.

However, the door didn’t budge. Glancing in the window, Vyki could clearly see the classic door locks were down. “Uh, Daddy, why are the doors locked?” Vyki asked, leaving her hand on the door handle hoping to get in as soon as possible. However, she didn’t pay attention to how she was leaning, and Lou found himself distracted by her very nude cheeks sticking out from under the lace in back.