Fact and Fantasy in Feminine Conflict

One of the problems in a life full of catfight obsession is eventually sorting out in your mind which were the real catfights and life-styles and which were the ones you only fantasised or read about.
For me the early chapters of reality were short fights between my sisters, one, a full-scale (if short) hairpulling beach battle between teenagers and another brief hair-tug between schoolgirls in a street.
So imagination took over and soon I was penning a fictional story of a boy who dressed as a girl in the early morning and entered the womens changing room at the local swimming baths. There I happened to see two nubile young women pulling hair and twisting breasts under a shower. The battle grew so intense and noisy that fearing discovery I souvenired their bras and headed for home .

In another story I recorded two schoolgirls brawling in the schoolyard at lunchtime and upset that their fight had been interrupted by a teacher. They made arrangements to fight that night in their dormitory in the same bed after lights out. This they did realising that they could fight all night uninterrupted as long as they fought in silence. That set the stage for a no-holds barred long and punishing catfight that they would remember for the rest of their life. And it all started because they were jealous of the other's developing breasts.

Soon after I started to write in the first person and created a character called Sandy who liked his name because it could either be male or female. His sister was Susan Ondine (now my pen name on profile) .
Sandy had become a juvenile crossdresser with the help of those two earlier stolen bras and Susan often lent him her clothing. In a strange turn of events Susan felt put-down when her boyfriend only laughed when they saw women catfighting on television shows, saying dismissively: "Women are only powder-puff fighters..". She defended her sex saying :"How would you like to fight hampered by skirts, high heels and some bitch pulling your hair unmercifully..? Anyhow the boyfriend, Nick, agreed to try to fight in the same way against an opponent she would nominate. That turned out to be Sandy. In evening dresses Sandy and Nick (now Nikki) watched to gain clues in feminine combat as Susan fought against a former girlfriend of Nick's with the condition that if she lost Nick would be returned to her. The girls fought topless and with such savagery that Sandy and Nikki were well and truly educated in all the feminine war-like ways.

I'll write later with more of the fantasies, followed by the real catfights I eventually couldn't stay away from as Susan Ondine.