I say you just go to a local thrift store and grab some skirts that seem to be the right size (hold them up in front of your waist) and then try them on (go to the fancy thrift stores with fitting rooms - like Goodwill) and see what fits. Maybe you’ll find something good that has a drawstring waist or maybe something with belt loops (pick up a thin belt while you’re there!) or something you could pin a bit at the waist.
I haven’t worn a skirt in eons and I wouldn’t just buy one online with the help of a tape measure, and I’m a woman.
You gotta just try stuff on!
I already feel like too much time and thought has been put into this. Don’t put too much money into it, too.
When I needed a dress for host-a-murder role-playing party, I went to a thrift store with a friend and explained what I needed. The elderly ladies on staff went all Pretty Woman on me, sitting me down and bringing me something to drink while they sifted through their inventory, and giggling as they brought me possibilities to try on. You might try something like this, although depending on the staff, you might want to come up with a more vanilla cover story.
And then I did a facepalm. I took off my belt, laid it out flat, and measured the inches between the buckle and the hole I use … and it was 37 inches. WTF? If this is a sizing conspiracy, it’s been going on for decades. I wore Wrangler jeans with 32-inch waists for years (20+ years ago, and they were skin-tight on me), then, as I gained weight, I moved up to 34-inches and then to 36-inches. So measuring my belt says 37 inches, but 34-inch-labeled pants currently fit just right. Arg!
Hmm. The last time I visited the local Goodwill store, all of the employees were much younger than me. And one of them was kinda hot (according to my own tastes).
If it’s too big, you can always do some creative safety-pinning in the waist. If you get an elastic waist and it’s a little small, it will probably stretch.
[Catholic school girl for 12 years, who wore uniform skirts all 12 years]
I do have to mention this or it will bug me that I didn’t say anything. If you want the school girl experience, I really think you need to get a skirt that fits the way it would be required for a girl in school. On the waist (or close) and to the knee or just above. The cosplay belt you’re looking at will already have your ass hanging out and free to the air when you bend over. IMHO, there’s a distinct feeling of air movement when wearing a “proper” school length skirt, that is generated by the movement of the fabric, from just walking around. It’s part of the experience of being a girl in a skirt. It also lends a different feeling when the back is flipped up and the front is still against the fronts of the thighs - depending on the type of paddling and how much you move around, the front will rise and fall against your legs. Plus there’s the weight of the fabric that is lifted and gathered across your backside, which you will miss if wearing something that doesn’t even need to be lifted.
If you just wear a teeny cosplay thing, you really are just getting a spanking and not getting the full effect of what it’s like to get spanked in a school skirt.
[/Catholic school girl]
Oh yes, and also to mention, most of us wore shorts under our skirts once we hit puberty. Boys are asshole perverts and my high school had a lot of stairs.
Wow, thank you for a very helpful post! I’m Protestant, not Catholic, but I’ve always enjoyed the “Catholic schoolgirl” look, and have worked it into my stories, but without having any firsthand knowledge. I was a teenager in the 1980s, at a public school, and the girls wore tight denim jeans, spandex pants, or denim miniskirts. No plaid, pleated skirts in sight.
The story I want to “recreate” features a girl who is a student at a private, all-girls school. Not a Catholic school, but they do require uniforms, which include the pleated skirts.
On another note, I find wearing this makeshift “skirt”, commando, to be rather liberating. Given my Scottish ancestry I’ve been wanting to buy myself a proper kilt for a few years now, but those things are damned expensive (especially if I want one made with my family’s clan tartan). Something about wearing a “skirt” with nothing underneath is more enjoyable than just hanging in my apartment with nothing on.
It’s not terribly unusual to spot guys in kilts around Chicago in the summer. There’s one dude in my old neighborhood who always wears his uniform in warmer weather, a green kilt with a white sleeveless Henley shirt. I still run into him once in a while when I hit the old 'hood for a Whole Foods trip, or the Intelligentsia. I wouldn’t recognize him at all without it!
I’ve had the same thing happen with the same pants – same size and color.
It’s because of mass-production. Mass-produced clothes are cut out in bulk. Fabric is stacked and “cut” by a large cutting machine. The pieces on the top of the pile will be slightly smaller than the pieces at the bottom of the pile.
Just echoing the “go to Goodwill/Salvation Army” suggestion. When I was…um…slimmer, I got bushels of dresses, suits and especially miniskirts there for nothing.
Also, you could always find a cheap DRESS in a fabric you like, and just chop it off at the ribs, and pin/baste it it over (in the back/where it won’t show) as you need it (since it’s apparently for a photo, not going clubbing).
You’re spot-on here. The feeling of being a girl in a skirt that’s been flipped up in back for a spanking (or whatever) is *very *different than in those stripper/cosplay/“sexy” whatever outfits.
A *slightly *shorter than usual version of a skirt is sexy (say, an inch or two above the knee when standing; it is shorter when you sit), but too short isn’t because it’s obvious. Exact measurements depend on height, in large part.
At least that’s what my toppy sorts have thought. YMMV, etc.
Okay, I undertook a small adventure tonight: taking out my trash while being “commando” under my makeshift short skirt. It’s fucking Monday night. Who’s going to see?
I’m almost to the dumpster, when I’m hailed by a guy in a pickup truck. Fortunately, I’m carrying two full garbage bags, which I’m holding in front of me, between me and this guy. He asks me about some woman named “Barb”. I tell him honestly that I don’t know any “Barb”.
I am now about to call the police, because it’s been 15 minutes and this guy is still sitting in his pickup in front of my apartment (I live in apartment #1, closest to the street). I guess he’s still looking for “Barb”.
I am damned protective of my neighbors, particularly the single mothers. My friend in #2 … last month I didn’t see her for three weeks (I normally see her and her little boy a couple times a week), and I was concerned enough to ask the landlord if she had moved out. Being in apartment #1, I normally see when people move out, and I hadn’t seen it. My neighbor girl in #2 thanked me for my concern after she heard about my inquiry. It turned out that she had simply been out of town, visiting family.)
Okay, it’s now been 30 minutes, and pickup guy has given up and gone away. So I don’t need to call the police to ask him to move along. Though I still don’t know who Barb is. But, dear Og, this guy creeped me out. And I’m fully aware that I can come off as “creepy”. I’m creepy, and this guy creeped me out. I mean, who just sits in front of an apartment building in a pickup truck with the engine running for 30 minutes, hoping for a woman to come out? Dude, get the F out of here, and don’t bother my neighbor ladies.
Oh, fuck that guy. After I answered him, I dumped my trash and walked back to my apartment. I almost hope he saw what I was wearing and worried about it.
Hey, look–$20 at Land’s End. Get a size 16. It should work, but with this style, if you need an extra inch, you just move the buttons over to where you need it. I forgot you can do that with a kilt-style.
As a Catholic school girl, K-8, I can tell you that the uniforms are actually pretty fug, at least most of the ones I’ve encountered. Ours were this butt-ugly blue plaid made out of this stiff cheap polyester material. You had a choice of a skirt (just below the knee), or a jumper. You could also wear pants, as long as they were navy blue. White or light blue shirts with a colar, and white or navy blue sweaters. I HATED those things.
In 8th grade, I had a growth spurt and outgrew all my skirts, and my mother told me she wasn’t buying any just for one year, so I just wore pants everyday, even though technically you were supposed to wear a skirt on Tuesdays, when we had Mass.
(Of course, by the time my sister was in third grade, they then switched to plain navy blue skirts. AND you could wear bermuda shorts in warm weather! :mad:)
So trust me guys, the reality is pretty disappointing.
