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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Miss HYMMy youth orchestra went on an annual tour. There was a tradition that on the last day, after we’d packed and cleared out of our hotel rooms and had a few hours to kill before departure, we would stage a tournament.
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Boys would be nominated to participate. They would of course resist but by the end of the week, would have been successfully cajoled, coerced or blackmailed into it. Each boy would be assigned a “dresser” – a girl who was responsible for making him look as ravishing as possible. Hair would be coiffed, make-up would be applied, legs would be shaved, bikini lines would be waxed, gargantuan quantities of alcohol would be imbibed.
The end result looked like this:
This was seven years ago and that guy on the right STILL has my sparkly pink hair slide!
(, Fri 16 Mar 2007, 10:56, Reply)
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