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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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We swapped clothes....
Hmm…cross dressing Army chappies….having read the illustrious Ms Swipe’s post, I am of course impelled to recount my experience of Army boys dressing up….

Some years back I had a rather (over)long relationship with a member of Her Majesties Armed Forces….red tunic and bearskin no less….So he was very familiar with dressing up on a daily basis….

Anyway, we had been seeing each other for some time and I had a uni ball to go to…so he dragged out his number one (or maybe it was number two) uniform – the smart one that wasn’t a red tunic and bearskin…

We went off to the ball, me dressed in a little black dress covered in tassels – a bit 1920s-ish, think flapper but rather shorter…ahem….

Had a lovely time, drank much wine (so what’s new?). Head off home just as the sun is coming up…

Get home and despite crashing hangover beginning to warm up, he’s feeling frisky….not usually a problem – helps to get rid of a hangover I’ve generally found….

But, here’s the killer…”Erm, Chickenlady, why don’t we swap clothes? I bet you’d look good in uniform…and I could try on your flapper dress….”

Oh….Interesting…..He was over six foot tall – but very slender, if muscular (calm down ladies, I’m trying to keep calm myself here….) I did worry, albeit briefly, if he’d ruin my dress – size 12 (UK, not huge US)….OK says I….(actually, pissed, so up for anything at that point….)

So, we swap clothes…..his trousers are too big in the waist and too long in the leg (bastard long legs!) the jacket doesn’t fit across the bust (Yay for boobs!)…so all in all I look … odd..especially as I have long hair…

However, he looks bloody fantastic! Legs that go on forever – muscular and toned (if a bit hairy, but he was blond…) Fabulous shoulders and arms (thin spaghetti straps…) and the bloody dress isn’t stretched to buggery!

Yes, shortly after that I kicked him out – how on earth could I be with someone who looks better in a frock than me? Bastard.

Mind you, that was only if you ignored his head…broken nose…hard as fuck Geordie….but the body was sublime….
(, Sun 18 Mar 2007, 15:16, Reply)

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