This chap I know
Well...

There was a "rock night" at a pub in our home town that used to run every friday and was a good excuse for all the goth kids to dress "extreme" and leave the good pub alone for a night so we could all drink in peace. They all tried to outdo each other in terms of kerayzee outfits and some went to remarkable lengths.

One night said chap-I-know went down there dressed as a woman, for shits and giggles apparently. It was shockingly convincing, from the back you would think he was a woman, with a remarkably short dress, long wig, fishnets, make-up etc etc. Several guys left feeling confused, everyone else left feeling amused and a remarkably mediocre night was had by all.

The next day this chap was being remarkably positive about the whole incident and seemed to have enjoyed it a bit too much. He asked me to go clothes shopping with him, to "this ace fetish place in wolverhampton that have some really nice PVC skirts" (I said no after I had the inside giggles sorted). He brought fake nails, he never took the wig off, he started going around town in dresses...yep, the experience had turned him into a full-blown transvestite. It wouldnt have been so unnerving if, after asking me to go clothes shopping with him, he hadn't asked me out. FEAR.

He now can be found every weekend in town in full-on womans clothing with his girlfriend. They swap clothes and everything, its quite bizzare.
( SugarSpunSister Yeah, whatever, Sun 18 Mar 2007, 21:22, Reply)