Cross Dressing
The 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.
( , Thu 15 Mar 2007, 15:05)
The 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.
( , Thu 15 Mar 2007, 15:05)
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unintentional!
once walked into my mad old grandad's lounge and he announced,
"by 'eck that lad looks like our rswipe".
you'd think the DDs and the shoulder length dark hair would have given him a clue. or possibly the denim miniskirt and boots i was wearing. or even the mascara-lengthened lashes and glossy lips. but obviously not...
i shudder to think what the average "lad" must look like in halifax!
( , Fri 16 Mar 2007, 12:33, Reply)
once walked into my mad old grandad's lounge and he announced,
"by 'eck that lad looks like our rswipe".
you'd think the DDs and the shoulder length dark hair would have given him a clue. or possibly the denim miniskirt and boots i was wearing. or even the mascara-lengthened lashes and glossy lips. but obviously not...
i shudder to think what the average "lad" must look like in halifax!
( , Fri 16 Mar 2007, 12:33, Reply)
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