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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It was just the other week...
Just last week, I was in my bedroom, parading around in high-heels, stockings, suspenders, thong and a lacy bra.
I turned round and was shocked, to see my 12-year old son looking at me from the bedroom door.
Then I remembered: I'm his mother!
With apologies to apeloverage.
( , Sat 17 Mar 2007, 20:20, Reply)
Just last week, I was in my bedroom, parading around in high-heels, stockings, suspenders, thong and a lacy bra.
I turned round and was shocked, to see my 12-year old son looking at me from the bedroom door.
Then I remembered: I'm his mother!
With apologies to apeloverage.
( , Sat 17 Mar 2007, 20:20, Reply)
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