Cross DressingThe 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.
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chthonic, Thu 15 Mar 2007, 15:05)
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buffet_the_appetite_slayerMusic Soc at Uni had a number of themed parties through out the year. Best of all was the annual end of term beachwear party.
Happened the last Wednesday of summer term starting at 7:30pm prompt in the Old Bar, then onto the Poly Bop followed by massive house party off Victoria Road (10 out of 10 if you've guessed the city).
James (because that was his name) was convinced that it all started at 6:30pm (and why not?)
So 100 or so undergrads arrive in assorted Hawaiian Shirts, Wetsuits and Snorkels at 7:30pm to find James sat alone on a barstool at the bar - which at the time was the largest bar in Europe. He was on his 3rd pint, staring intensely at the bottom of his glass, dressed only in a borrowed fetching skin tight pastel blue one-piece female bathing costume and a flowered swimming cap.
He said later that it was the longest hour of his life.
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buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Thu 15 Mar 2007, 17:18,
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