EMBARRASSING MOMENTS
("CRINIMALS")
A story of Petticoat Love by Denise!
Indeed some
Poufbunnies have had embarrassing moments that most of us only
fantasize about. (Most often it's best that they are just
fantasies.) Although I've not experienced any truly horrifying
moments, I have a few embarrasing ones to share with you gals.
You may have read my "first encounter" of earlier days
when I used to try on my sister's crinolines late at night while
she was sleeping the same room. Daring, for sure, but never
caught. One time during daylight hours, however, I was playing
"lingerie inspector", going thru the "dirty
clothes hamper" and happened upon a lacy bra. (I just love
the way our bras give us a special little hug!) I was inspecting
such a "no no" item when my sister walked in and caught
me "lacy handed." Nothing was said, not then.... nor
ever. Of course, I died right there!
One day in the 1950s when I got home from school, I took a
short-cut thru my father's store, which sold clothing for the
whole family and more, I was headed to our attached apartment.
Perhaps you can imagine my embarrassment when one of the clerks
asked if I would try on a petticoat! It seems a classmate's
grandmother was doing some shopping and wasn't sure of her size.
I had walked in at just the right time and she felt I was close
to Donna's size. Being so secretive about my desire to do just
that, wear petticoats, I declined the offer. No doubt I was very
red-faced. Darn it, sure blew a great petticoat opportunity!
Time marches on and, yikes, some 20 years later I have my own
petticoats and usually enjoy shopping for them. Back then, often
using the flimsy excuse of going to a costume party or for
Halloween, I'd bought many a petticoat. One such time I was quite
startled when a clerk in a combination Thrift Shop-Square Dance
shop asked with much sacrasm, "Would you like to try it
on?" I pretty much died that day and mumbled something about
it wasn't for me. (Sure, right!)
My, we sure do get more brave over time! It's just a few years
later and still in the 1970s. Now we're at another square dance
shop, and using another "costume party" excuse for
buying a petticoat (A long pink net petticoat this time that I am
proudly wearing as I write this). The lovely lady asked in a very
sincere way if I'd like to try it on. Hey, why not?! Even though
likely "red-faced" again, I stepped into the dressing
room, took off my "male" clothes, and tried on my very
first petticoat in front of someone else. Well, not exactly, but
you know what I mean.
And here we are in the 90s. Not so long ago I went into a local
vintage clothing shop that sometimes has our "slips of
prey" and found a powder blue petti that I desired to add to
the collection. Having just "confessed" to the sweet
gal behind the counter that I collect these things, and after her
further inquiry, I admitted to also wearing them. This seemed
"cool" to her, but it was really embarrasing when about
a half dozen women walked in together to find the only
"guy" in the shop standing there paying for a nylon net
petticoat. What's that saying about "the more things change,
the more they stay the same?"