When I was in 7th grade, serendipity presented me with a memorable petticoat thrill.
It happened the first time I left the house in a pair of my 10th grade sister's step-ins.  She was in the high school band and we were going to see her band on a Friday night at a football game vs. Bryan Adams high over in the wealthy part of town (north Dallas).  We picked up K**** S., another flute player and motored across town to the game.  (K**** S. was a cutie.  I'd have wanted to be K**** S.)
So, I was a dopey kid wearing my sister's panties and I just knew if someone looked closely enough they could tell I was wearing girl's underwear.  I felt like my bottom was glowing and my bottom was tingly with what felt like a low-level electrical charge.  You know the feeling.  So, I was sitting in the backseat of the car, hip to hip with my sister and K**** S. and couldn't take my mind off those three pantied bottoms sitting side-by-side.
We got to the game. Â I was sure it was evident I was showing. Â My bottom was glowing and tingling. Â I spent the first half watching the cheerleaders and thinking how neat it'd be to be one of them. Â Then, at half-time, the Bryan Adams Belles (drill team) took the field. Â They were in "boots and panties" (tights, but they looked like white panties to me) and wore these short skirts with more petticoats than I could ever imagine. Â Petticoats "up to here!"Â I found a period-correct image of the Belles' captains out on the internet.
![[Image: da-Belles-238x300.jpg]](https://richardpennington.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/da-Belles-238x300.jpg)
There were (and I am not making this up) about 100 girls in the unit in those outfits doing dance steps and high kicks.  I felt like I was wearing the same thing they were.  And, I wanted those petticoats.  (I'd still like to have those petticoats.)
Of course, I made it home with my secret in tact. Â Dopey kid. Â But, I had a great Friday night.
It happened the first time I left the house in a pair of my 10th grade sister's step-ins.  She was in the high school band and we were going to see her band on a Friday night at a football game vs. Bryan Adams high over in the wealthy part of town (north Dallas).  We picked up K**** S., another flute player and motored across town to the game.  (K**** S. was a cutie.  I'd have wanted to be K**** S.)
So, I was a dopey kid wearing my sister's panties and I just knew if someone looked closely enough they could tell I was wearing girl's underwear.  I felt like my bottom was glowing and my bottom was tingly with what felt like a low-level electrical charge.  You know the feeling.  So, I was sitting in the backseat of the car, hip to hip with my sister and K**** S. and couldn't take my mind off those three pantied bottoms sitting side-by-side.
We got to the game. Â I was sure it was evident I was showing. Â My bottom was glowing and tingling. Â I spent the first half watching the cheerleaders and thinking how neat it'd be to be one of them. Â Then, at half-time, the Bryan Adams Belles (drill team) took the field. Â They were in "boots and panties" (tights, but they looked like white panties to me) and wore these short skirts with more petticoats than I could ever imagine. Â Petticoats "up to here!"Â I found a period-correct image of the Belles' captains out on the internet.
![[Image: da-Belles-238x300.jpg]](https://richardpennington.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/da-Belles-238x300.jpg)
There were (and I am not making this up) about 100 girls in the unit in those outfits doing dance steps and high kicks.  I felt like I was wearing the same thing they were.  And, I wanted those petticoats.  (I'd still like to have those petticoats.)
Of course, I made it home with my secret in tact. Â Dopey kid. Â But, I had a great Friday night.