Care to cross dress?

Like I'd said earlier, the only thing that really interested me with girl's clothes is tights.  Frilly lace panties, bras, shoes, dresses... none of that appealed to me.  So, when one of the counselors at camp wanted me to participate in his spoof play where all the women were really guys dressed in drag, I wasn't all that hip about it.  That is, until I heard that we'd be wearing tights!

[Unfortunately, I have no recollection of what the play was or the plot.  All I recall is that it was about six women who had some funny things to say, and it went on about 30 minutes before all was said and done.  I won't be able to elaborate much more, but will do the best I can.]

 We had like three rehearsals and one dress rehearsal.  The director of the play, Ricky, was definitely having a good time with all this.  I had a feeling he might be gay, based on some of his mannerisms.  It didn't bother me, as he didn't bug me with any flirting.  Confirmation came once we had our dress rehearsal.  I never saw Ricky light up so much, with getting everybody's costumes figured out and fitted.  I ended up in a rather lean form fitting dress that ended about midway up my thighs.  On my feet were flats and on my legs were those white tights from my Mouse That Roared costume.  I was bummed that there were no brown tights in store, or some sleek pantyhose, but I couldn't be too picky.

On performance night, Ricky came into full form.  He was the director but he also took a role in the play too.  When he got his outfit and makeup on in private, we were wondering what would emerge.  Then in a crazy moment, we saw what he'd done and it confirmed what we always suspected:

Openly wearing tights

It was a while... a whole year, until the next summer when I was at camp again.  The drama director got me hooked and I auditioned for a few plays.  I got into two of them, with the lead role in one that would have some interesting costuming involved.

Well, at one point I'm in medieval garb that consisted of a long blue tunic tied to the waist, coming down to just over my crotch.  On my legs?  White tights.  On my feet?  Brown boots.  Tights and boots.  I loved it.  Not only did I get to wear this, twice in dress rehearsal and once on the stage, I was wearing tights openly among other people.  I know... just a costume.  But nevertheless it was a kind of breakthrough for me.

Carrie's reclamation

Carrie, the camp director's wife, came by the theater building and asked about her brown tights.  Uh oh... I didn't realize it, but apparently they were borrowed for the theater production.  Well, they were nowhere to be found, of course.  They were hanging on a tree out in the forest!  ;-)

Carrie wasn't too happy about it.  I don't know why, as tights aren't very expensive.  Certainly she could buy some more.  Or were they some rare tights that are difficult to find?  Anyway, the theater director had everybody start searching for them in the changing and costume rooms.  Naturally, they weren't found.

Later, I went back to the tree and untied the tights.  I figured that maybe I should return them, but by this point they were starting to get a little smelly, like mold.  Probably from getting wet and hanging in the wild.  I should wash them first.  I stuffed the tights into the brown paper bag I brought, then went up to the theater building rest room.  Using some hand soap, I washed the tights in the sink, rinsed them, and wrung them out.  Finally, I found a moment to sneak into the costuming room, then hung the tights on a hangar, wedged between a couple of clothes.  They'd probably dry by the next day and could then be "found"...