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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Beardy
I played the Gabby Hayes character in a pantomime a few years ago. Strapped the chest down (ouch) and glued on the full length baccy-stained beard. Baccy stains were made mostly of mushed up flour paste and soy sauce, so by the end of the week's run no-one would come near me because it reeked. Peeling it off was a bugger too.
Oh, and once a year I shave my husband so he can play the panto dame.
( , Mon 19 Mar 2007, 12:47, Reply)
I played the Gabby Hayes character in a pantomime a few years ago. Strapped the chest down (ouch) and glued on the full length baccy-stained beard. Baccy stains were made mostly of mushed up flour paste and soy sauce, so by the end of the week's run no-one would come near me because it reeked. Peeling it off was a bugger too.
Oh, and once a year I shave my husband so he can play the panto dame.
( , Mon 19 Mar 2007, 12:47, Reply)
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