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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My son showed me some photos of himself and his nice friends
on the 'net.
One was of a group of bizarrely-dressed people having a great time. I couldn't pick him out, so he pointed obligingly.
'That's me on the right. Crouched on the floor in the gimp mask.'
Also wearing, well, nothing I'd knitted for him.
Parents - DON'T send your kids to Oxford. They'll have FAR too much fun.
( , Sat 17 Mar 2007, 12:52, Reply)
on the 'net.
One was of a group of bizarrely-dressed people having a great time. I couldn't pick him out, so he pointed obligingly.
'That's me on the right. Crouched on the floor in the gimp mask.'
Also wearing, well, nothing I'd knitted for him.
Parents - DON'T send your kids to Oxford. They'll have FAR too much fun.
( , Sat 17 Mar 2007, 12:52, Reply)
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