Cross Dressing
The last time I wore a skirt was not as liberating or exciting as it could have been. I'd lost a drinking game and had been given the task of running from the bar, across the road and back again whilst wearing a friends clothes as a forfeit.
Easy, I thought. I hadn't reckoned on them getting every person in the pub to block my way back to the bar whilst I was outside. I had to FIGHT my way through. And I'm not much of a fighter.
Your own thoughts on cross dressing for fun, pleasure or profit are most welcome.
( , Thu 15 Mar 2007, 15:05)
The last time I wore a skirt was not as liberating or exciting as it could have been. I'd lost a drinking game and had been given the task of running from the bar, across the road and back again whilst wearing a friends clothes as a forfeit.
Easy, I thought. I hadn't reckoned on them getting every person in the pub to block my way back to the bar whilst I was outside. I had to FIGHT my way through. And I'm not much of a fighter.
Your own thoughts on cross dressing for fun, pleasure or profit are most welcome.
( , Thu 15 Mar 2007, 15:05)
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ooooh, it's been a while...
An ex of mine was at Sheffield Uni while I was down in London. I used to visit a lot (obviously) and at one point everyone thought it would be a good idea to put a band together for the student band competition. I pitched in, and on the night of the gig thought it would be a good idea if I turned up in one of her little summer dresses over a shiny leopard-print top (albeit with jeans underneath...it was cold!) and eyeliner (although that was usual for me at the time...and I always looked fit in it). We turned up at the union and I started to explain that I wasn't actually a student when the bouncer just said "it's alright mate, you're obviously in one of the bands"
:D
woo!
We lost the competition, but I did get to flounce around all night in a dress without being hassled. In fact, for all the years that I used to wear eyeliner, skinny Ts, hairslides and plastic kiddie jewellery I never once got hassled about it...nothing to fear but fear itself.
( , Thu 15 Mar 2007, 17:03, Reply)
An ex of mine was at Sheffield Uni while I was down in London. I used to visit a lot (obviously) and at one point everyone thought it would be a good idea to put a band together for the student band competition. I pitched in, and on the night of the gig thought it would be a good idea if I turned up in one of her little summer dresses over a shiny leopard-print top (albeit with jeans underneath...it was cold!) and eyeliner (although that was usual for me at the time...and I always looked fit in it). We turned up at the union and I started to explain that I wasn't actually a student when the bouncer just said "it's alright mate, you're obviously in one of the bands"
:D
woo!
We lost the competition, but I did get to flounce around all night in a dress without being hassled. In fact, for all the years that I used to wear eyeliner, skinny Ts, hairslides and plastic kiddie jewellery I never once got hassled about it...nothing to fear but fear itself.
( , Thu 15 Mar 2007, 17:03, Reply)
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