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When the show was over I looked forward to the dance, however I didn't want to rid myself of the lovely clothes I was now wearing, since it would take too long to undress and remove the make-up. At our hostess' request, we, the girl cast members, went to the dance not as virile males, but as glowing feminine females.

I believe we had more dances than any others in the cast. It certainly created an unusual picture to see two girls dancing with one another and to see their skirts swing in unison. It was the only time I have had a girl complain to me about getting make-up all over her.

When the evening was finally over three of us decided not to go back via camp truck, but we borrowed a canoe and paddled back across the lake. Since we were counselors we did not have any special hours and could take all the time in the world. Every extra minute meant more time in my beloved attire. On the way back to camp the other two counselors in the canoe with me decided they were hungry. Being the girl I was, and sitting in the center of the canoe, and getting a free ride, I had no choice. So a detour was made on the way back to camp in order to go to the "Chicken Coop". This was a place we all would visit on our night off. Dancing and food were the main attractions. Usually the music was supplied by a juke box, but on Friday nights, which of course this was, a small combo of college kids would play. Due to their presence the "Chicken Coop" was a jumping place on Friday.

As we landed the canoe along side the dance floor, which protruded out over the lake, I had reservations about going with the other two. It was decided that if any questions were asked we would simply tell the truth. Being the gentlemen they were, I gathered up my skirt and took hold of the offered hand in order to exit from the canoe.

Up the illuminated walk I minced with my skirt swaying in the cool night breeze. Upon entering the place I recognized nearly everyone yet no one seemed to recognize me. Was I safe? Only time would tell. If I could pass why put myself in the embarrassing position of explaining my present state of attire.

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