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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Not technically cross dressing...I went to a "tarts & vicars" party (highly unimaginative theme, but not mine) recently. Of course, most of the lads went as tarts and most of the women went as, err... tarts! I thought there was going to be poor representation of genuine male tarts, so I went as a rentboy (think hotpants and eyeliner). It was a thoroughly lovely evening for all concerned, but due to the hosts occupation, a number of the guests were academically challenged labourers. I was chatting in the kitchen to a bunch of them when it turned out they thought I was actually a bummer! What sort of person goes to a fancy dress party as themselves for flock's sake I asked them?!
(The story hereafter is entirely fictional and NSFW)
Anyway, it turned out they were all massive YMCA loving bum funners themselves and they took turns to push their swollen members into my rusty sheriff's badge. I fought very hard but apparently they were well into "strugglers" and I got man juice all over me, it was horrible, eventually I gained the upper hand when they were relaxing with post-coital cigarillos and I killed them all. Secure in my sexuality I went home and relaxed, reflecting on what a surreal evening it had been; being penetrated by six strapping transvestites.
The end.
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Drunken Sod, Sun 18 Mar 2007, 14:18,
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