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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P.E Sadistic Bastard Crossdressing Shame
The P.E Dept at our school was run like the Royal Marines All Arms course due to the head P.E teacher being an ex bootneck and a complete sadist
If it wasnt meeting out actual pain to his youthful charges he was humiliating them..
One of his favourite wheezes was to ritually humilate anyone stupid enough to forget their P.E kit.....like yours truly for instance
Id committed the capital offence of forgetting my shorts, so off I trotted to his office to see if I could borrow a pair from the sizeable collection of spares he had gathered
On enquiring if I could borrow a pair he told me that he only had girls netball skirts and that Id have to go out in one of the skirts..of course I didnt want to but my protests were met with hissed threats of 'get outside you little queer or Ill put my boot up your arse'
I did as I was told and spent the whole hour of P.E blushing red and trying to stop my testicles from escaping from the bottom of my pants
( , Mon 19 Mar 2007, 9:30, Reply)
The P.E Dept at our school was run like the Royal Marines All Arms course due to the head P.E teacher being an ex bootneck and a complete sadist
If it wasnt meeting out actual pain to his youthful charges he was humiliating them..
One of his favourite wheezes was to ritually humilate anyone stupid enough to forget their P.E kit.....like yours truly for instance
Id committed the capital offence of forgetting my shorts, so off I trotted to his office to see if I could borrow a pair from the sizeable collection of spares he had gathered
On enquiring if I could borrow a pair he told me that he only had girls netball skirts and that Id have to go out in one of the skirts..of course I didnt want to but my protests were met with hissed threats of 'get outside you little queer or Ill put my boot up your arse'
I did as I was told and spent the whole hour of P.E blushing red and trying to stop my testicles from escaping from the bottom of my pants
( , Mon 19 Mar 2007, 9:30, Reply)
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