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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Stealing Strippers Stuff
About 3 years ago my friend Chris and I went out one Sunday to a really seedy strip pub. We got bladdered and whilst watching the ladies take their clothes off we hatched a daring scheme, we decided to steal their clothes. This being a really seedy cheap and nasty pub there was no doorman so the next time two girls came out and did their thing when they started walking round with their collection pot we grabbed their stuff and legged it. Unfortunately for me it doesn't end there as we thought for a laugh we'd wear them down our local that night, we got there and went into the bogs and I put the dress over my boxers and came out to wait for Chris. Chris emerged looking stunning in a blue sparkly dress but then suddenly grimaced and hoiked his dress up where I was treated to a sight of pure evil. He'd got her thong on as well and I could see his balls hanging either side seperated by a large string of nylon like two huge bells. Aaaaargh the memories hurt me
( , Sat 17 Mar 2007, 9:53, Reply)
About 3 years ago my friend Chris and I went out one Sunday to a really seedy strip pub. We got bladdered and whilst watching the ladies take their clothes off we hatched a daring scheme, we decided to steal their clothes. This being a really seedy cheap and nasty pub there was no doorman so the next time two girls came out and did their thing when they started walking round with their collection pot we grabbed their stuff and legged it. Unfortunately for me it doesn't end there as we thought for a laugh we'd wear them down our local that night, we got there and went into the bogs and I put the dress over my boxers and came out to wait for Chris. Chris emerged looking stunning in a blue sparkly dress but then suddenly grimaced and hoiked his dress up where I was treated to a sight of pure evil. He'd got her thong on as well and I could see his balls hanging either side seperated by a large string of nylon like two huge bells. Aaaaargh the memories hurt me
( , Sat 17 Mar 2007, 9:53, Reply)
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