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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The ShameThis isn't quite on-topic but close enough I hope...
I have two embarrassing gender confusion tales to recount, dating back to the 80s when I was a fresh faced long-haired hippie type.
I was in a pub once and my mates overheard me being described as 'the roughest bird I've seen all year'.
Second one was me trying to go off on holiday to Canada several years later (when I had a shaved head but my 80s passport still showed me in full hairy glory) - nearly didn't get out of the UK because 'this is a lady's passport sir'.
So not exactly cross-dressing but I don't need to try it to know that I'd make an ugly bird.
Ah well
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Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 16 Mar 2007, 17:01,
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