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 flashing in drag
One summer morning I was indulging in lazy ruderies with a lady of my acquaintance who was still living at home. Said lass thought it extremely funny to hide all my clothing in the bathroom so I was left bollock naked.
Obviously I was somewhat anxious to get my kit back, especially as I couldn't really drive home in the nip, so I picked up her nightie and used that for the purposes of covering my dignity while I retrieved my clothes.
En route I passed the open doorway of her thirteen year old sister, but as I did so my then g/f walked up behind me and yanked the fucking nightie up and slapped my arse.
Just great, my tackle was suddenly swinging out in full view of younger sis, it's a wonder that the sight of that didn't result in some emotional trauma. Good job social services didn't hear about that otherwise I'd still be doing time now.
( , Fri 16 Mar 2007, 12:48, Reply)
One summer morning I was indulging in lazy ruderies with a lady of my acquaintance who was still living at home. Said lass thought it extremely funny to hide all my clothing in the bathroom so I was left bollock naked.
Obviously I was somewhat anxious to get my kit back, especially as I couldn't really drive home in the nip, so I picked up her nightie and used that for the purposes of covering my dignity while I retrieved my clothes.
En route I passed the open doorway of her thirteen year old sister, but as I did so my then g/f walked up behind me and yanked the fucking nightie up and slapped my arse.
Just great, my tackle was suddenly swinging out in full view of younger sis, it's a wonder that the sight of that didn't result in some emotional trauma. Good job social services didn't hear about that otherwise I'd still be doing time now.
( , Fri 16 Mar 2007, 12:48, Reply)
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