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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I was a boy once...This is touchy for me... I was NOT a cute kid. I had a mullet, and what's worse, I had to wear my brother's hand-me-downs. Everyone thought I was a boy. One time in particular, me and my dad went to an auto parts store to get a part for my dad's car. The guy behind the counter said, "Oh my Jonnie, I didn't know you had another son."
Fucking scarred me for life, that mullet did.
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The Angiechrist is starting with the death touch & goin from there, Thu 15 Mar 2007, 23:01,
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