It was a fantasy come true! I had never experienced the feeling of being dressed in public, never mind that I was dressed as a fifties gal, with tall heels and a bouffant skirt accented by a very wide stretch belt. Underneath, I had on two very favorite full crinolines and a straight slip as well to protect my modesty (Besides, I liked the way it tended to hobble my progress). I had lost a lot of weight at the time, but I wore an "all-on-one" anyway to punctuate my very desirable figure.

My friend (I'll call her Annie) helped me with the long fingernail extensions, as well as the nail and toe polish and makeup, and finalized everything by fluffing my blonde wig to perfection. A squirt of feminine fragrance--and we were off!

We finally arrived, and the night proceeded as envisioned, with me prancing about, acting the sweet high school girl and adjusting my pettis and hose at every opportunity. It was a lot of fun, and a long, heavenly night, as close as I'll ever come to BEING that girl. <sigh>

When we left, we had to find another cab, but, since the club was not on a main avenue, we had to walk about two blocks at 2am. Fate would have it that a group of rowdy teenaged boys was walking in the other direction on the other side of the street. Guess we made a good target (maybe because of Annie's size and my height), as they hurled epithets and curses in our direction, making fun of my pretty outfit, and, from the distance, thinking I was a female. Finally, I got fed up, raised my skirt and said (in my deepest voice), "Listen you hooligans, what's under these skirt isn't what you think, so, unless your want your genitalia handed to you on a platter, I suggest that you disappear!"It was with a sigh of relief that we watched them heed my orders. Guess they thought I was a cop! I DID have a Dunkin' Donuts bag in my arm! <g> Best bluff I ever attempted! Hate to think what would have happened otherwise! "You know what Indians do to white women!" [Gary Cooper in "Unconquered," 1947]

We finally captured a cab (with predictable looks from the driver) and walked into the hotel lobby. As we were waiting for the elevator, a security person approached Annie and explained that she would have to leave. It seems he assumed that she was a prostitute! What a night.

Rather than cause a scene, I went upstairs alone and peeled away the patina of womanhood. Such a memory. I do not have any other pictures of that delightful evening, but this is all I DO have to share with my cherished Poufbunny family. It is my sincere hope that you've all been there at least once in your life.

It was late summer, 1996 and Tessy was visiting a new friend (we’ll call him “Bill”) in Maryland.  The primary purpose of the visit was to attend the Maryland State fair  - Bill had told Tessy that a fine pastime was to watch the square dancers, mostly young, ride the Ferris wheel in their square dance dresses.  You can imagine the view, and you can imagine why Tessy was in a rush to get down there. 

Well, THAT never happened – the girls must have decided not to ride that day.  But something else did, and that visit not only sowed the seeds of an idea, but named it as well!

The day before we went to the fair, Bill suggested we indulge in an activity that she enjoyed now and then, and would like to share with Tessy.  She packed several large canvas bags with petticoats and also took another large bag, the contents of which she did not disclose.  We then parked on the edge of a large semi-wooded area, and began a ½ mile trek, at the end of which was a small pond.  It was there that Bill, with a smile, produced from the mystery bag two deflated plastic rafts, which we blew up.  Changing into a few pettis, she advised me to do the same – we noticed someone on a rise a short distance away watching - he said nothing.  But that did not stop us from launching onto the pond, and spending the next two hours relaxing and talking, dressed only in our pettis!  The wet pettis were definitely and unique experience!