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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Drag queenI'm fat, and I used to be fatter. I was invited to my sisters' now-ex's 21st, which was to be a cross dressing party. I'm always amazed by how easy it is to get tradies to frock up. Anyhoo, as a fat woman with F-cup bazooms, the usual female-to-male options were largely closed to me (footy player, schoolboy etc), so I did the postmodern thing and went as a drag queen. I wore a huge sparkly turquoise polyester frock, teased my hair and put my eyeshadow on well above the level of my real eyebrows. Given that I have eyebrows like Bob Menzies this was quite an achievement.
Just to show you how long ago this was, Mum and I looked in the shops to find some glitter to put on my face, and couldn't find any. Now you can't buy lipstick that hasn't got asphalt in it.
(, Fri 16 Mar 2007, 5:20, Reply)
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