1955, Tennessee Williams, letter dated 17 July 1955, printed in Five O'Clock Angel: Letters of Tennessee Williams to Maria St. Just, 1948-1982 (1990), page 121:
I’ve just come from the bull-fight, a very good one, so tense at one point that I had to wash down a pinkie with a great gulp of Scotch in my little flask, am now half in and half out of the conscious world. It is pretty good here. All the little black dwarfettes are still scuttling about, and a few hunch-backs, and the gigolo with the great melting eyes and tiny mustache is paying flattering court, all but drinking champagne from my slipper.
She's a spindly twig of a girl, dwarfette, stands about even with his joystick, about the same looks department as Bridget, sub-basement.
2007, Alexander Theroux, Laura Warholic, Or, The Sexual Intellectual, page 737:
A horrible hefty with chinchilla chin-hair known as Mrs. Titcomb came barrel-assing out of the toilets screaming with her shrill voice, "I do not fucking believe it! There are two drunken Pekinese-faced dwarfettes in one of the stalls in the lavatory desperately rogering each other with strapped-on crotch-rockets!"
Noun: "(informal) an average-size woman who is of short stature or seems small in relation to something larger"
1997, Jessica Maxwell, Femme d'Aadventure: Travel Tales from Inner Montana to Outer Mongolia, page 176:
This is their [the humpback whales'] breeding season, their calving season too, and they've got enough problems with all the boat and plane and jet ski traffic around Maui without some ridiculous dwarfette water-nerd with terrible eyesight and silly black chicken feet snorkeling around in their bedroom.
2004, Vicente Leñero (trans. Lorna Scott Fox & Rubén Gallo), "La Diana", The Mexico City Reader (ed. Rubén Gallo), page 152:
All this thanks to her [the statue's] towering stature: nine feet high, practically twice the average height of our national dwarfettes.
2007, Kathleen Bacus, Calamity Jayne and the Campus Caper, page 203:
No friggin' way was Dixie the dwarfette going to defeat Tressa Jayne Turner, rodeo queen.
2008, James Hamilton-Paterson, Rancid Pansies, page 195:
[…] & they were also interviewed by that poison dwarfette Leo Wolstenholme from Global Eyeball who had flown over specially. You know - the one whose boob op. ended up in court along with that unfortunate journalist who'd referred to her ubiquitous cleavage as 'Silicone Valley' in his column?
2005, Karen O'Connor, Gettin' Old Ain't For Wimps, page 212:
In that moment, Snow Bites began seeing for the first time in a long time what is important and true and worthwhile in life. She decided to take charge of the Seven Dwarfettes: Crabby, Grouchy, Cranky, Ornery, Nasty, Mouthy, and Meany.
2008, Michael Pastore, "The Grapes of Roth", in The Zorba Anthology of Love Stories, page 266:
Her outstanding feature was her nose, an enormous pyramid-shaped nose which reminded me of clowns, gargoyles, dwarfettes, cartoon gnomes.
2009, Chris Evans, The Light of Burning Shadows, page 153:
Yimt smiled up at him. "I'm happily married, remember? And even if I was unhappily married, dwarfettes take marital vows seriously. Did you know they don't wear a wedding ring? Chafes their finger when swinging an axe, which, as it happens, is the traditional marriage gift a mother gives her daughter."
“I’m so sorry. Your Majesty,” he blubbers. “Please don’t put me in the stocks, I beg of you. I have three little dwarfettes at home and I was only trying to do my job!”
2022, Jonathan Gage, The Victoria Passages, page 220:
Nanna rang a bell and a small dwarfette appeared. […]
Noun: "(US, nonce word, dated) the wife of a candidate in the 1988 Democratic Party presidential primaries"
1987, Harrison Rainie, "The other hot race for the White House", U.S. News & World Report, 28 September 1987, page 36:
The next First Lady—be she one of the Democrats’ “fabulous dwarfettes” (a reference to their husbands’ status in a relatively undifferentiated pack of candidates) or one of the Republican running mates—will be more Eleanor Roosevelt than Mamie Eisenhower.
Each woman spoke for five minutes about her plans as a presidential spouse. Rather than overlook the nickname, the "Seven Dwarfs!' by which the Democratic candidates are widely known, Hattie provided the light touches to the forum (and stole the headlines in the Washington Times and the San Francisco Chronicle) by dubbing the group, "The Fabulous Dwarfettes!" She considered the names of presidential spouses of the past, Eleanor, Jacqueline and Rosalynn, then said, "And then I look at us. People with names like Hattie, Kitty, Tipper!"
