Date:         Wed, 9 Jul 1997 00:17:20 -0400
From: Judy Ray <ray@CONTINET.COM>
Subject:      Re: INT: PAPP: Dresses and prizes

>Judy quietly takes this all in, munching tostitos.  "Where would I get a
>dress this late for the gala?  I sure don't want to miss it!"
>
>"Zip on over to The Resort in the transporter.  Whilst there, you have
>only to concentrate on what you want, and it materializes before you.
>Remember to visualize the details, Judy."
>
>"Cool!"
>
>Rqy comes in, looking like a lost puppy, and buries his haid in his sis's
breast again, sequins and all.


        Seeing that Rqy has found a substitute for Chili Lime
Tostitos, Judy decides that since the ceremonies are nigh, it's
time to find just the right frock for the party.  She leaves
the ladies' room, sees the two seclet porice chatting it up
with Dwayne at the bar, drinking what looks like quarts of
Long Island Iced Teas, and scoots out the door to the transporter.
Once inside, she sees a button marked "The Resort", pushes it,
and Whoosh! next time she opens her eyes, she's there!
        What an odd place, she thinks.  Looks just like one
of those computer playrooms on the old Starship Enterprise.
She closes her eyes and begins to think out loud...
        "My dress should be a lovely shade of aqua, light aqua
blue, and should be made out of velour.  A plunging neckline,
a simple little thing that flows smoothly from the sleeveless
top to the floor, with a row of embroidered pink roses, small
and not overdone, all along the neckline, down the similiarly
plunging back, and around the bottom of the hem, which just
grazes the tops of my shoes. Two side slits, up to mid-thigh,
which peek open tantalizingly when I walk, and make me
up a pair of those greek-like sandals, flats, not heels, with
straps that twine up my legs, in gold leather."
        No sooner are the words out of her mouth than the
dress appears before her, nicely hung on a padded aqua hanger
that matches the color of the dress, and on the floor beneath
it, those gold sandals.  "Ahh, just right!" she breathes, full
of awe at the quick service and the beauty of the gown.
She takes the dress and sandals, gets back into the transporter,
and presses the handy button marked "Return".
        All is well when she gets out of the machine and
walks back into the ladies room.  Phanny and Woofie are there
too, primping and getting dressed, and Phanny looks at her
dress, saying "You done good, Judy", smiling.  Together,
the three of them now withdraw into the feminine mysteries,
not to reappear until the awards ceremonies.......


^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
How often--even before we began--have we declared a task
"impossible"?  And how often have we constructed a picture of
ourselves as being inadequate?...A great deal depends upon the
thought patterns we choose and on the persistence with which
we affirm them.
                Piero Ferrucci