This story is based in part on a real experience (at least parts that occurred inside the student center). It may not seem believable, but much of it did in fact occur. I hope you enjoy it!
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Sally Andrews had to smile when she saw her little blue plaid skirt. She was digging deep down into her dresser drawer to find something nice to wear to classes that day, and then she found it: her blue plaid skirt that she had worn in junior high. It had been her favorite, at least back then. She didn't really know why, but she had always felt so feminine, so girlish, when she wore it. She smiled fondly as she remembered skipping along the halls of Middleton Junior High, her skirt swinging and dancing as she pranced through the halls.
She hadn't thought about it in years. She in fact never even wore it once through her years in high school. She considered it then to be too childish, or at least she had felt childish wearing it. Her mother had at times laid it out for her. Mother thought it looked cute on her. Sally, however, always put it away, feeling that she had really outgrown it and that this was just her mother, once again, denying the fact that she was becoming a young lady. She eventually even tucked it away deep down within her dresser drawer to discourage her mother from trying again.
But, those days in high school were also now long gone. She was in college now. She was eighteen. She was now in fact, in truth, a young lady.
And, a very pretty one at that. She had long straight blonde hair that she split down the middle, a very engaging and sweet smile, hazel eyes behind large, round spectacles, a perky nose and red cheeks, both sprinkled with freckles, accentuated with very cute little dimples.
As a young lady, she now made her own decisions over what to wear, although she was in fact still living at home. A lot of the students of Templeton College still lived at home. Templeton was a very conservative college, enrolling students from equally conservative and strict families. Sally might be eighteen and could legally live on her own, but her parents preferred that she stay at home, at least until she graduated. And, besides, they did save a lot of money on room and board by having her at home.
Sally pulled the skirt out from the bottom of the drawer. It didn't really look so childish anymore. Instead, it looked kind of cute. And, besides, she didn't have to avoid youngish looking clothing anymore to feel like a grown up. She was, after all, eighteen.
She wondered if it still fit. She giggled as she dropped her flannel pj bottoms and stepped into her memory of those days at Middleton, and she was grinned broadly when she realized that it did, indeed, still fit. It was a bit tight in the waist. A frown replaced her grin with the recognition that she had indeed put on some weight. But, other than that, it was actually quite fine. She considered wearing it to classes today, once she let it out a little bit in the waist. Plaid skirts were in fact part of the dress code of Templeton. It would be fine, if not perfectly appropriate. Although, there might be one problem. She scampered over to her full length mirror to see how it looked.
It was a bit short. She had grown taller since junior high. No, this would be fine, if not even cute. She did feel awfully pretty in it, even a bit sexy.
She turned her back to the mirror and bent over, placing her hands on her knees, and then turned back to look.
Well, she would have to be careful about that. The curves of her lower fanny and the outline of her cunnie pouch were very clearly visible. It was though kind of cute. Not much different, after all, than what a cheerleader might show. But, it was probably shorter than was recommended, or actually required, by Templeton. If she was just careful when picking something up or bending over, or being careful that it doesn't slide up too much when she sat down, it would be fine.
She could feel her face even flush a bit though at the thought of wearing this on campus. You could see quite a bit of her young, white thighs. She spun to see if it would twirl up to reveal anything else.
Yea, she would have to avoid that as well, as her white pantied bottom came into view as the skirt swung up with her twirl. Well, that wouldn't be a problem. She couldn't recall any need to twirl as she attended classes, nor would she likely do that without thinking. And, she was always generally careful to bend at the knees when she had to pick something up.
Yes, she had made her mind up. She was going to wear her little blue plaid skirt, and just the thought of it made her feel all happy and girlish, just like when she was a little girl.
She slipped out of her skirt and ran to the bathroom, actually looking very forward tp going to classes.
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When she arrived on campus, she could tell that it was a good idea. The heads of quite a number of boys were turning as she walked across the commons. She never felt so pretty, so desirable. It was kind of neat!
She decided to go to the Student Center and perhaps hang out in the game room. To do so, she had to cross by the Health Sciences Center, which was an unusually tall building on campus, tucked in between three much smaller buildings. As you walked through the promenade facing the building you would invariably be hit with gusts of wind. Even on days in which there was apparently no wind, the drafts around the Health Sciences Center were nevertheless very active. Nobody liked walking past there in winter. Everyone referred to the spot as "the little Chicago," the severe blasts of bitter cold were so blistering. It was sometimes even hard to get the doors open, the wind could be so rough and hard.
Sally hadn't anticipated this problem. As soon as she entered the promenade a gust of wind swept up her thighs and under her skirt, lifting it up well past her bottom to give a good view of her blue panties and round little tush to anyone who might be walking behind her.
