Observation by my wife (lovely Lady)

[sara_also]

A few days ago while sitting and taliking with my wife, I had dropped something in my lap. As it happens I squeezed my legs together to catch it.
Just a reaction. My wife pointed out to me that ladies wearing dresses or skirts would have done the exact opposite. They would have spread their legs apart to catch an object with the material. I guess it really is the little things that can make a big difference. Just something to think about.
Sara_Also

[Phoebe Diana]

Hey, that was in Hucklebury Finn! I think that's how Huck got found out when he was pretending to be a girl.

Phoebe

[Lady Jayne]

I guess it really is the little things that can make a big difference. Just something to think about.
Sara_Also

My Ex used to tell me that big things made little difference....But I think she was just bieng kind!!!

Don't you just love those little girly wo-manarisems, I practise them when I'm in girl mode.....but boy do you get some strange looks if you unconsoiusly do them in guy mode. He He!

[StephanieCD]

Hey, that was in Hucklebury Finn! I think that's how Huck got found out when he was pretending to be a girl.

Phoebe

Maybe it's time for me to actually read it! I got an A on the test in school but I usually did for some reason - just skim the chapters on the bus and I got the idea... but I musta missed the bit about dressing up as a girl! :)

[Kimberly]

Maybe it's time for me to actually read it! I got an A on the test in school but I usually did for some reason - just skim the chapters on the bus and I got the idea... but I musta missed the bit about dressing up as a girl! :)
Same. Must acutually read that... If someone can give me a chapter reference - would be most handy. ;)

[AbbyLee]

It is the little things that can make a significant difference: details, details, and more details. This is one reason I try to closely observe girls even while in the boy mode.

Hugs, AbbyLee

[Jen_TGCD]

The obvious thing I notice most is that we forget about our strength and large hands. To a lot of woman, a coffee cup is heavy... and they use both hands to hold it. Try using two hands to do everything... it's not easy!!!

I have also finally got it... about slower, more delicate movements. A bruise or a cut is no big deal to a guy but to a woman, it's disfiguring!!! Wearing a Band-Aid and a dressy outfit just doesn't make it! :rolleyes:

[DonnaT]

Same. Must acutually read that... If someone can give me a chapter reference - would be most handy. ;)

Chapter 10, I believe.


Next morning I said it was getting slow and dull, and I wanted to get a
stirring up some way. I said I reckoned I would slip over the river and
find out what was going on. Jim liked that notion; but he said I must go
in the dark and look sharp. Then he studied it over and said, couldn't I
put on some of them old things and dress up like a girl? That was a good
notion, too. So we shortened up one of the calico gowns, and I turned up
my trouser-legs to my knees and got into it. Jim hitched it behind with
the hooks, and it was a fair fit. I put on the sun-bonnet and tied it
under my chin, and then for a body to look in and see my face was like
looking down a joint of stove-pipe. Jim said nobody would know me, even
in the daytime, hardly. I practiced around all day to get the hang of
the things, and by and by I could do pretty well in them, only Jim said I
didn't walk like a girl; and he said I must quit pulling up my gown to
get at my britches-pocket. I took notice, and done better.

I started up the Illinois shore in the canoe just after dark.

I started across to the town from a little below the ferry-landing, and
the drift of the current fetched me in at the bottom of the town. I tied
up and started along the bank. There was a light burning in a little
shanty that hadn't been lived in for a long time, and I wondered who had
took up quarters there. I slipped up and peeped in at the window. There
was a woman about forty year old in there knitting by a candle that was
on a pine table. I didn't know her face; she was a stranger, for you
couldn't start a face in that town that I didn't know. Now this was
lucky, because I was weakening; I was getting afraid I had come; people
might know my voice and find me out. But if this woman had been in such
a little town two days she could tell me all I wanted to know; so I
knocked at the door, and made up my mind I wouldn't forget I was a girl.

"COME in," says the woman, and I did. She says: "Take a cheer."

I done it. She looked me all over with her little shiny eyes, and says:

"What might your name be?"

"Sarah Williams."

"Where 'bouts do you live? In this neighborhood?'

"No'm. In Hookerville, seven mile below. I've walked all the way and
I'm all tired out."

"Hungry, too, I reckon. I'll find you something."
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"Keep your eye on the rats. You better have the lead in your lap,
handy."

So she dropped the lump into my lap just at that moment, and I clapped my
legs together on it and she went on talking. But only about a minute.
Then she took off the hank and looked me straight in the face, and very
pleasant, and says:

"Come, now, what's your real name?"

"Wh--what, mum?"

"What's your real name? Is it Bill, or Tom, or Bob?--or what is it?"