The break room, usually a quiet oasis, was transformed into a chaotic carnival. Paula G led the charge, her energy sparking a spontaneous conga line that snaked through the room.
A makeshift bar had appeared, its surface groaning under the weight of bottles. Champagne corks popped, spraying bubbly into the air as colleagues clinked glasses. The aroma of wine and beer mingled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee.
As the party grew more exuberant, the festivities spilled out into the auditorium. The stage, once a solemn platform, was now a vibrant spectacle. A troupe of drag queens performed lip-syncs and dance routines that had the crowd roaring.
The dance floor was a whirlwind of movement, as employees of all ages twirled and swayed to a mix of pop, rock, and disco hits. Confetti cannons blasted colorful streamers into the air. The laughter and cheers were deafening.
It was a night of pure abandon, a chance for the employees to let loose and celebrate the unexpected absence of their demanding CEO. The break room bash had become a legendary event, a testament to the power of spontaneity and joy.
.......In consideration of her fabulous contributions to the company, Paula G was not removed from her position by the demanding CEO. It was not long after the epic celebration, however, that she was reassigned to a remote office, and sent on frequent travel assignments, thus beginning a beautiful life of business trip femulation. Lol
Have a wonderful, and well deserved holiday Stana! We'll do our best to keep Paula under control. : ) Norah
Perhaps while she is on vacation, Stana could have given us a topic to discuss amongst ourselves as Mike Myers did in his fabulous SNL femulating role as Linda Richman in Coffee Talk☕️
I think she sort of did hon. Stana can't be far off, as our posts keep appearing, and I don't think that happens until she approves them. Perhaps this was Stana's gentle reminder that autumn is here and we need to get out and femulate ourselves????? Norah
Just a quick reminder to please grab your personal belongings from the office. We had quite a party the other day (who knew Fiona could dance like that?!), and there's still a black bra hanging from the chandelier in the Femulate, main lobby. If it's yours, please claim it before Stana comes home and starts asking awkward questions
Speaking of awkward, let's lighten the mood with a little icebreaker. Elise suggested we pick a topic and discuss it amongst ourselves. I'll start by suggesting the first time you ever got dressed?
My first time…..It was a Saturday, my parents were gone somewhere and my sister was out, too. There in the closet it hung, an above-the-knee brightly colored paisley dress. Just like the one the girls in my school wore. A hasty search turned up black fishnet pantyhose, panties and a slip.
I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to wear these clothes, I was so happy.
I threw off the pajamas that I had been wearing and next put on the stockings.
Thinking back, I wonder how I knew how to do that, I mean how does a 9-year-old boy know how to put on a pair of stockings? Well, not surprisingly it seemed to come very naturally.
Rummaging through her closet I found black go-go boots just like the ones Irene Barusso got for Christmas!
Wow, so this is what it feels like. Girls are so lucky!
Somewhere in the room I found a wiglet, a bun that my sister used for a wedding she was in. The wig let led me to the vanity and then the makeup, lipstick, mascara, then eyelash curler. I would sit and watch my sister and Mom put there makeup --- now it was my turn Paula G
Hey Paula, I don't know who the black bra belongs to, but I am missing a breast form. Elise said she saw it floating in the punch bowl. I don't remember much after getting into that punch. I just remember thinking this is what it's like to be in a Kesha song......
Hmmmm, my first time dressing? I started dressing very young, so I can’t put my finger on an exact first time. I do recall being three or so and my sister and I wearing tutus and doing some sort of dance in the living room.
I do recall my first public “femulation” though. I was about for or five, and my mom had me dress as a fireman for Halloween. My sister was something that involved makeup, and I was insistent that I get makeup as well. At that time, I was allowed to wear whatever I wanted around the house or yard, but had to wear presentable drab clothes if we went anywhere. I must have known Halloween was a time when boundaries could be pushed, even at that age.
My mom quickly put some blue or purple eye shadow on me and out into the night we went. For the rest of the night I went from door to door and proudly told every house that I was a fire lady! Norah
Hi Norah, I thought your upper half looked a little lopsided at the end of the big night! The bra isn't mine but when I arrived home in my stocking feet, I realized I had left my heels at the party. Hopefully Prince Charming will be returning them today;)
Five years old. It was a brown velvet bikini, with gold colored rings on the bottom side. My mom was out mowing the lawn. Funny thing was although my mom only wore jeans she was also a pack rat and had lots of dresses in her closets. I wondered if all that stuff she never used (and wouldn't have noticed missing) was the main reason I started dressing.
My first time was Halloween when I was seven. At that time my hair was a little too long for a boy. A couple of months earlier my sister had been a flower girl at our aunt's wedding.
Mom told me that I needed a haircut and I said that I didn't want one. She said that if that was the case I could be a flower girl for my halloween costume for trick and treating. I don't know exactly what I thought about it, but when it was time to get ready I didn't protest and soon I was in my sister's flower girl dress with a petticoat and white pantyhose. Mom put on lipstick and earrings along with little pearls and white gloves. She fixed up my hair and put a ring of flowers like a little crown. At first I felt very uneasy being dressed up as a girl, but when I realized that people thought I was a girl I began to love the feeling.
As I got older I began secretly dressing up in my sister's dresses.
The first time I ever got dressed (if this even counts) was probably around age 9ish wearing my mom's pantyhose. Home alone temporarily and quick on and quick off.
The first... and only...time I got dressed and left the house was at Halloween in college. I dressed like a punk rock girl with fishnets, a borrowed skirt and bra, jean jacket, boots, heavy black makeup, and a cheap wig. It was the 80s and it was a totally rad time!
While initially a cause for joy and celebration, the unexpected absence of their fierce and fearless leader had begun to take its toll on the Femulate community.
Fiona’s memory loss, once thought to be reserved solely to her dancing incident, had begun to manifest its self in other ways. Having forgotten how to walk in heels some days ago, she was last reported to have forgotten her makeup routine, she was last seen brushing mascara into her now unkempt eyebrows.
Elise, poor dear Elise. Having lost her heels in the infamous party, she walked home stocking footed and the ensuing destruction of her best hosiery has been an awful burden to bear. Awaiting the return of her heels, she has been muttering, “Prince Charming is coming, Prince Charming is coming,” over and over, as she gently rocks backs and forth, and stairs off into the distance out her window.
Norah, having lost a boob in the punch bowl, has been walking in lopsided circles in the Femulate office parking lot since the night of the party. The recent rain has matted her wig and smeared her makeup, as the buzzards watch and wait for the frightful wretch to take her last step in her fruitless journey to get home.
Paula, her once dazzling manicure being the envy of every girl at the party, has gnawed away all of the acrylic, and most of the underlying nails, as she anxiously wonders what she will tell the CEO upon her return.
And JJ, no one has seen JJ since the night of the party. It is uncertain at this point if she made it home, or will ever return with more “Stuff”.
Will Stana ever return? Will the Femulate community be able to pull itself together for the high holy holiday of femulation a mere month away? Things are uncertain at the moment, but one can only continue to tune into “Stana’s Way” every day to see what happens……. Norah : )
Hi Norah, I'm glad someone was able keep track of everyone after that wild few days! As for me, Prince Charming never returned my shoes, so I like to think he's attempting to walk around his palace in a pair of 5" stilettos. Maybe we'll even see him looking pretty at the next Femulate party🥰 I eventually was able to pull myself together and realize it's silly to cry over a run in my hose, but now I'm back at work and wondering how all the other ladies are doing on this Monday morning after...
Enjoy your self! We’ll be here.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy! See you here when you return.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy!
ReplyDeleteEnjoy an rest!
ReplyDeleteWell deserved, too. Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your vacation as your female self while we revisit older posts
ReplyDeleteHope you get some time to relax! JJ
ReplyDeleteEnjoy, hope you get to be pretty.
ReplyDeleteThe break room, usually a quiet oasis, was transformed into a chaotic carnival. Paula G led the charge, her energy sparking a spontaneous conga line that snaked through the room.
ReplyDeleteA makeshift bar had appeared, its surface groaning under the weight of bottles. Champagne corks popped, spraying bubbly into the air as colleagues clinked glasses. The aroma of wine and beer mingled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee.
As the party grew more exuberant, the festivities spilled out into the auditorium. The stage, once a solemn platform, was now a vibrant spectacle. A troupe of drag queens performed lip-syncs and dance routines that had the crowd roaring.
The dance floor was a whirlwind of movement, as employees of all ages twirled and swayed to a mix of pop, rock, and disco hits. Confetti cannons blasted colorful streamers into the air. The laughter and cheers were deafening.
It was a night of pure abandon, a chance for the employees to let loose and celebrate the unexpected absence of their demanding CEO. The break room bash had become a legendary event, a testament to the power of spontaneity and joy.
PS Have a good Break Stana Love Paula G
This is great🥳 Reminds me of the Jimmy Buffett song "Gypsies in the Palace".
Delete.......In consideration of her fabulous contributions to the company, Paula G was not removed from her position by the demanding CEO. It was not long after the epic celebration, however, that she was reassigned to a remote office, and sent on frequent travel assignments, thus beginning a beautiful life of business trip femulation. Lol
DeleteHave a wonderful, and well deserved holiday Stana! We'll do our best to keep Paula under control. : )
Norah
I wish you a lovely break, and hope you come back totally refreshed, Stana.
ReplyDeletePenny from Edinburgh.
Oh gee, Stana's going to come back to a place trashed by another one of Paula's parties...
ReplyDeleteHave fun! Please send us a postcard📸
ReplyDeleteA well deserved vaca, Enjoy!
ReplyDeletePerhaps while she is on vacation, Stana could have given us a topic to discuss amongst ourselves as Mike Myers did in his fabulous SNL femulating role as Linda Richman in Coffee Talk☕️
ReplyDeleteI think she sort of did hon. Stana can't be far off, as our posts keep appearing, and I don't think that happens until she approves them. Perhaps this was Stana's gentle reminder that autumn is here and we need to get out and femulate ourselves?????
DeleteNorah
If you're going somewhere warm, make sure you slip into a cute one piece swimsuit for us!
ReplyDeleteHey team,
ReplyDeleteJust a quick reminder to please grab your personal belongings from the office. We had quite a party the other day (who knew Fiona could dance like that?!), and there's still a black bra hanging from the chandelier in the Femulate, main lobby. If it's yours, please claim it before Stana comes home and starts asking awkward questions
Speaking of awkward, let's lighten the mood with a little icebreaker. Elise suggested we pick a topic and discuss it amongst ourselves. I'll start by suggesting the first time you ever got dressed?
Paula G
Dancing? I don't remember dancing....
DeleteHi Fiona, you don't remember dancing?? Your moves were fabulous and we all cheered when you did the infamous Dirty Dancing lift!
Deleteoh? Did I have a good time?
DeleteOh Fiona, you had a blast!! You channeled your inner Frances "Baby" Houseman and kept singing "I've had the time of my life"🎶
DeleteMy first time…..It was a Saturday, my parents were gone somewhere and my sister was out, too. There in the closet it hung, an above-the-knee brightly colored paisley dress. Just like the one the girls in my school wore. A hasty search turned up black fishnet pantyhose, panties and a slip.
ReplyDeleteI couldn’t believe that I was actually going to wear these clothes, I was so happy.
I threw off the pajamas that I had been wearing and next put on the stockings.
Thinking back, I wonder how I knew how to do that, I mean how does a 9-year-old boy know how to put on a pair of stockings? Well, not surprisingly it seemed to come very naturally.
Rummaging through her closet I found black go-go boots just like the ones Irene Barusso got for Christmas!
Wow, so this is what it feels like. Girls are so lucky!
Somewhere in the room I found a wiglet, a bun that my sister used for a wedding she was in.
The wig let led me to the vanity and then the makeup, lipstick, mascara, then eyelash curler.
I would sit and watch my sister and Mom put there makeup --- now it was my turn Paula G
Hey Paula, I don't know who the black bra belongs to, but I am missing a breast form. Elise said she saw it floating in the punch bowl. I don't remember much after getting into that punch. I just remember thinking this is what it's like to be in a Kesha song......
ReplyDeleteHmmmm, my first time dressing? I started dressing very young, so I can’t put my finger on an exact first time. I do recall being three or so and my sister and I wearing tutus and doing some sort of dance in the living room.
I do recall my first public “femulation” though. I was about for or five, and my mom had me dress as a fireman for Halloween. My sister was something that involved makeup, and I was insistent that I get makeup as well. At that time, I was allowed to wear whatever I wanted around the house or yard, but had to wear presentable drab clothes if we went anywhere. I must have known Halloween was a time when boundaries could be pushed, even at that age.
My mom quickly put some blue or purple eye shadow on me and out into the night we went. For the rest of the night I went from door to door and proudly told every house that I was a fire lady!
Norah
Hi Norah, I thought your upper half looked a little lopsided at the end of the big night! The bra isn't mine but when I arrived home in my stocking feet, I realized I had left my heels at the party. Hopefully Prince Charming will be returning them today;)
DeleteFive years old. It was a brown velvet bikini, with gold colored rings on the bottom side. My mom was out mowing the lawn. Funny thing was although my mom only wore jeans she was also a pack rat and had lots of dresses in her closets. I wondered if all that stuff she never used (and wouldn't have noticed missing) was the main reason I started dressing.
ReplyDeleteMy first time was Halloween when I was seven. At that time my hair was a little too long for a boy. A couple of months earlier my sister had been a flower girl at our aunt's wedding.
ReplyDeleteMom told me that I needed a haircut and I said that I didn't want one. She said that if that was the case I could be a flower girl for my halloween costume for trick and treating. I don't know exactly what I thought about it, but when it was time to get ready I didn't protest and soon I was in my sister's flower girl dress with a petticoat and white pantyhose. Mom put on lipstick and earrings along with little pearls and white gloves. She fixed up my hair and put a ring of flowers like a little crown. At first I felt very uneasy being dressed up as a girl, but when I realized that people thought I was a girl I began to love the feeling.
As I got older I began secretly dressing up in my sister's dresses.
The first time I ever got dressed (if this even counts) was probably around age 9ish wearing my mom's pantyhose. Home alone temporarily and quick on and quick off.
ReplyDeleteThe first... and only...time I got dressed and left the house was at Halloween in college. I dressed like a punk rock girl with fishnets, a borrowed skirt and bra, jean jacket, boots, heavy black makeup, and a cheap wig. It was the 80s and it was a totally rad time!
Stana’s Absence – Day 6
ReplyDeleteWhile initially a cause for joy and celebration, the unexpected absence of their fierce and fearless leader had begun to take its toll on the Femulate community.
Fiona’s memory loss, once thought to be reserved solely to her dancing incident, had begun to manifest its self in other ways. Having forgotten how to walk in heels some days ago, she was last reported to have forgotten her makeup routine, she was last seen brushing mascara into her now unkempt eyebrows.
Elise, poor dear Elise. Having lost her heels in the infamous party, she walked home stocking footed and the ensuing destruction of her best hosiery has been an awful burden to bear. Awaiting the return of her heels, she has been muttering, “Prince Charming is coming, Prince Charming is coming,” over and over, as she gently rocks backs and forth, and stairs off into the distance out her window.
Norah, having lost a boob in the punch bowl, has been walking in lopsided circles in the Femulate office parking lot since the night of the party. The recent rain has matted her wig and smeared her makeup, as the buzzards watch and wait for the frightful wretch to take her last step in her fruitless journey to get home.
Paula, her once dazzling manicure being the envy of every girl at the party, has gnawed away all of the acrylic, and most of the underlying nails, as she anxiously wonders what she will tell the CEO upon her return.
And JJ, no one has seen JJ since the night of the party. It is uncertain at this point if she made it home, or will ever return with more “Stuff”.
Will Stana ever return? Will the Femulate community be able to pull itself together for the high holy holiday of femulation a mere month away? Things are uncertain at the moment, but one can only continue to tune into “Stana’s Way” every day to see what happens…….
Norah : )
Hi Norah, I'm glad someone was able keep track of everyone after that wild few days! As for me, Prince Charming never returned my shoes, so I like to think he's attempting to walk around his palace in a pair of 5" stilettos. Maybe we'll even see him looking pretty at the next Femulate party🥰 I eventually was able to pull myself together and realize it's silly to cry over a run in my hose, but now I'm back at work and wondering how all the other ladies are doing on this Monday morning after...
DeleteWell done Norah--Paula G
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