The fun of youth.

Long ago, when I was young..a couple of hundred years ago...I was a photographers model, belly danced, acted in local theatre as a nude model and did a lingerie show. Even got a pic in a biker mag. Like I said...long long ago.
First the nude model. I was in two plays, Blithe Spirit as the maid and Mame as the nude model. I was dating my future hubby and didnt want to make a ton of rehearsals. Our acting group met upstairs of a bank. We did sets, stored stuff and rehearsed. I dont remember Mames plot much anymore. In the play she is a bonviant, Bohemian, devil may care gal. With a bunch of wild friends like Beatniks, poets, writers artists, musicians. She ends up with a young nephew to take care of. One of the scenes is where she takes him around to introduce him to her friends. We planned this out into vignettes. At the end of a scene, the curtain was dropped. Stage hands set up 3 or 4 placements. After all was in place, lights went down to quite dark for the audience. The curtain rose and a super bright spot light hit the dark stage. There was Mame, boy and friend. They said their lines and told the boy what the friend was into. Spotlight out and total dark stage. Hit spot to next. Then to mine. I was the nude model on a pedestal for a sculpturer. The bit played, light off..onto last bit. What I heard later from crew members was funny. Some not working, had gone around the theatre to see how the stage looked, action and audience response. When the light hit me, there was a gasp around the audience. Then the titters...she NAKED! No she isnt. Yes, no. Yes..no..cant be..not in our small town. The effect was priceless.
As it was...I was NOT. In my wardrobe, I had a bodysuit in flesh color..similar to a swim suit. Also a designer leotard in nude color, semi sheer, long sleeved. I had that over the bodysuit. Once I was in place, arm posed behind my head, wardrobe carefully draped bright white cheesecloth over critical areas including the seams at leg openings, neck seam and wrist. So the effect turned out great. Suits hidden totally.
Second funny: I was one of 3 models doing a lingerie show. The woman had rented a supperclub dining room near by my town. The set up was long bar, part walls and doorway leading to a large dining room. There was a restroom for ladies along a wall of the dining room with a partial wall to hide the door. We used it as our dressing room for changes. We did gowns, babydolls, robes, etc. Stand in a row, wait cue. One walk an aisle between tables, stand by gal as she described piece, proceed left along other aisle and back. Next and next.
The bar was open, dining room closed. A bunch of women, some with husbands along. The bar had a guy way at the end, talking to the bartender. An older couple sat midway, nursing their drinks and ignoring each other. Well married in other words.
The last garments we did were corsets, including garter belts, stockings and panties. I had taken my long black wig to wear. So we lined up to wait cues. I looked around and into the bar. And saw the husband looking around. He turned his head and spied us. He thought he had died and went to Paris and there stood 3 ladies of the night. His wife realized he was looking at the dining room, looked also. Her face glared. And her elbow shot out into his ribs with a snapped word or two. He shot his head to front. After a minute staring at the back bar, his eyeballs swiveled and soon head followed. Wifey noticed and elbow went into ribs again with more words! They chugged their drinks and left.
I wonder if they EVER set foot in that bar again.