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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Red Nose Day nearly killed me...1988 or so... one of the first red nose days... me and my friends (half of which are cool, funny, good looking girls) decide the Saint Trinian outfits will be perfect dressing up amusement for a comprehenisive 4th form.. ie. 14/15 year olds... we turn up in the girls gym skirts with US flag boxer shorts, net tights and white shirts with ties to be a bloke-ish aside to the bright red lipstick... you know... irony...
Not so welcome in Rothwell, Leeds... old pit town that had just gone through years of mining and teacher strikes...
Jeans went back on at lunch...
I had a couple of beatings at that school...
Funnily enough.. I'm still wiser, happier, more worldly and RICHER than them all... I admit I'm shallow... still don't get laid enoug though!
I didn't like the tights... but I'd kill to defend any of those twats that ridiculed me if they did now.
Duality is a bitch!
P.S. I have lived in London for 8 months... odd place.
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(, Thu 15 Mar 2007, 23:31, Reply)
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