A ballerina, a nurse, an airline stewardess, a weather girl...
A ballerina, a nurse, an airline stewardess, a weather girl: these
were my ambitions when I was young. All fine ambitions for a young
girl. Not so realistic for a young boy. As for the ballerina, the nurse and the airline stewardess - my
ambitions had a lot to do with the look; I wanted to dress like a
ballerina, a nurse or an airline stewardess – who dosnlt? Mostly I really, really wanted to be a nurse. You got to be pretty and
do something important. If I couldn’t make the grade as a nurse, I
would have settled for being a receptionist in a medical centre. You
still got to wear the nice white uniform, but you got to wear high
heels too if you want. And you can do the job sitting down. I couldn’t be a nurse, but at least I got halfway there – I got to be
a girl. But my ‘nurse’ dream never really left me. Anyway, I’ve just got one unexpected step closer to my dream. Last
Tuesday, when I was rummaging at St Vinnie’s, I found this nurses
uniform, and bought it. This week I took up the hem and took it in at the waist. It’s nice and
tight. Really tight. Probably too tight. And most definitely too
short. In fact I now look more like a nurse-o-gram than a medical
receptionist. I quite like that. I wear it with these white high heels and underneath I wear a white
corset, bra and suspenders. I like the contrast of the starched white
‘prim and proper’ exterior with the ‘Victoria’s Secret thing’
underneath. I’m not sure if that’s what real nurses and medical
receptionists have under their uniforms, but if I was a nurse or
medical receptionist you can bet that’s what I’d be wearing under my
uniform. If you discount the fact that I’ve taken it in and up, the uniform
itself is very ‘sensible’. It makes me feel very ‘professional’, if
you know what I mean. I’m really not sure where to wear the thing. I can’t exactly go out
during the day looking like a nurse-o-gram and it’s kind of hard to
wear it clubbing – I attract the wrong kinds of men as it is. Wearing
my nurse’s outfit, I can guess at the kind of attention I’d get - you
can imagine it, people with uniform fetishes and nurse fantasies. Or
medical conditions. I like the idea of being in the medical profession. I have a good
bedside manner and accept all major credit cards. Maybe being a mock nurse is my calling. I’m sure I’d be good at it. If
you need a mock nurse let me know. My last childhood ambition was to be a weather girl. The idea dawned
upon me when I was about 15. You got to be pretty, stand around in
high heels and a short skirt; people listened to you and got to be on
TV. My ambition hasn’t changed much since then. I’d love to be a weather girl. I’d be great at it. And unlike the
weather girls on TV I could promise you a lovely day, every day. X Lavinia
were my ambitions when I was young. All fine ambitions for a young
girl. Not so realistic for a young boy. As for the ballerina, the nurse and the airline stewardess - my
ambitions had a lot to do with the look; I wanted to dress like a
ballerina, a nurse or an airline stewardess – who dosnlt? Mostly I really, really wanted to be a nurse. You got to be pretty and
do something important. If I couldn’t make the grade as a nurse, I
would have settled for being a receptionist in a medical centre. You
still got to wear the nice white uniform, but you got to wear high
heels too if you want. And you can do the job sitting down. I couldn’t be a nurse, but at least I got halfway there – I got to be
a girl. But my ‘nurse’ dream never really left me. Anyway, I’ve just got one unexpected step closer to my dream. Last
Tuesday, when I was rummaging at St Vinnie’s, I found this nurses
uniform, and bought it. This week I took up the hem and took it in at the waist. It’s nice and
tight. Really tight. Probably too tight. And most definitely too
short. In fact I now look more like a nurse-o-gram than a medical
receptionist. I quite like that. I wear it with these white high heels and underneath I wear a white
corset, bra and suspenders. I like the contrast of the starched white
‘prim and proper’ exterior with the ‘Victoria’s Secret thing’
underneath. I’m not sure if that’s what real nurses and medical
receptionists have under their uniforms, but if I was a nurse or
medical receptionist you can bet that’s what I’d be wearing under my
uniform. If you discount the fact that I’ve taken it in and up, the uniform
itself is very ‘sensible’. It makes me feel very ‘professional’, if
you know what I mean. I’m really not sure where to wear the thing. I can’t exactly go out
during the day looking like a nurse-o-gram and it’s kind of hard to
wear it clubbing – I attract the wrong kinds of men as it is. Wearing
my nurse’s outfit, I can guess at the kind of attention I’d get - you
can imagine it, people with uniform fetishes and nurse fantasies. Or
medical conditions. I like the idea of being in the medical profession. I have a good
bedside manner and accept all major credit cards. Maybe being a mock nurse is my calling. I’m sure I’d be good at it. If
you need a mock nurse let me know. My last childhood ambition was to be a weather girl. The idea dawned
upon me when I was about 15. You got to be pretty, stand around in
high heels and a short skirt; people listened to you and got to be on
TV. My ambition hasn’t changed much since then. I’d love to be a weather girl. I’d be great at it. And unlike the
weather girls on TV I could promise you a lovely day, every day. X Lavinia
