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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Halloween 05When I was living in Leeds I was part of a soundsystem, doing free parties, clubnights etc. I was the monkey boy, if a speaker needed moving, I was the one. Someone left a wire at home? I was the greyhound sent. My perm position was the doorman, taking the punters money, stamping them like an Austwitz guard and all that. Comes to halloween and we're doing our night in an old workmans club in Woodhouse, a very grim and chavtastic part of Leeds, locals in one room, yogurt weaving dub and reggae loving hippy trustifarians with credlocks in the other. I'm there working the working the door in the ex's denim mini, flip flops, a marker tattoo of a willy on the inside of my thigh, make up and matching gold belt and handbag (if you're gonna cross dress then at least make sure you accessorize propery peeps)
Going to get change from the local chippy with the stellared up yokels waiting for their sausage in batter and chips with me dressed like a pretty version of Victoria Beckham was fun.
(, Sun 18 Mar 2007, 11:53, Reply)
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