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I have a friend, let us call him Mike, who really went the whole hog when it came to fancy dress parties. While the rest of us would spend our hard earned teenage money on the cheapest, cheeriest outfit we could lay our hands on, Mike would turn up in proper, shop hired or bought attire.

So this one time, one of my friends parents were away for the weekend - so naturally a Rocky Horror party was to be thrown. Now, whereas most of us just went for the gothic clothes, big hair and makeup - Mike went for the proper Tim Curry, Dr Frank N Furter suspenders, black knickers, corset and afro-esque wig.

He proceeded to get absolutely wankered, doing the usual "I love you, I do" to all and sundry. Eventually we dragged him into a taxi to head to his house where we were all staying the night. After an eventful ride home (He proudly exclaimed to the driver "I live at number 66 - one more 6 and it'd be the house of the devil") we arrived in one piece at his parents house.

7 pissed teenagers trying to enter a house quietly in full tranny garb at 3 in the morning was never going to happen, and his parents (who were, bless them, very understanding) came down the stairs in their dressing gowns, followed by his brother and sister, and then his extended family (grandparents, uncles etc) who were visiting.

Mike's mother lightly chastised him for making a noise, and his response? He grabbed his little black knickers and pulled them down to his knees - exposing himself to his entire family for at least half a minute of shocked silence, before we bundled him into the other room to sleep it off.
(posage As I turned the corner I felt muscular and compact, Fri 16 Mar 2007, 12:27, Reply)