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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FondledA while back now in the history of everything that's happened to me I was in a grotty pub in Reading watching a local rock band, and someone started to caress my hair, all down my back. This was a nice thing. I am a 6'5" bloke with long blond hair and after five minutes of being fondled turned round with a smile to look straight in the eye of a Hells Angel, scar across his face and the Blue Oyster leather look. He stopped and said, "Uh, sorry mate I thought you were a girl.". Brain said 'Run Away NOW' and I laughed and turned back round, shuffling sideways. As I went out the door, I turned and saw him talking to a massive fucking bloke with a bald head and two snakes tattooed on his temples, looking at me. I ran like fuck as whatever they had in mind, it wasn't going to be a pleasant experience. I was also wearing my girlfriends pants.
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Brandy_Bumwinkle, Fri 16 Mar 2007, 20:54,
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