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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Not once, but twice!Have I been mistaken for a girl. Both times at work.
The first I was up the ladders, moving stock about when a young mum and her pain-in-the-arse toddler sauntered over. After a few minutes of idle childish chit chat I heard the mum say to her little girl, "Go on, ask the woman where #### is kept." I spun around and told them where the product they were looking for was kept. The mum went beetroot red, made her excuses and then dashed out of the aisle in the complete wrong direction.
Second time I was walking along the shop floor killing time when I heard a raspy Geordie voice say "Scuse me love?" I turned around to see a big, butch fella with a shocked look on his face. He apologised profusely and buggered off without asking me anything.
Length? Well, truth be told my hair wasn't even that long.
(, Thu 15 Mar 2007, 18:46, Reply)
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