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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Dragged Up
I'm a girl, and quite a well endowed one chest wise. I also have long hair. I look girly. None the less, I'm often mistaken for a boy (and a very young one at that). I was once refused by a cashier in Waitrose when I tried to buy a bottle of gin. Me - 24 year old girl. She assumed I was male, and underage. I was outraged. She served me the gin pretty quick after that.
I have used this boypower to my advantage - I was at Brixton Academy watching a gig, standing on the side near the boys toilets. Couldn't be arsed to get all the way to the other side to go in the girls toilets, so I fooled the bog-bouncer by putting on my boyfriend's hoody and carrying his pint in with me.
Didn't miss much, and I remain happily lacking in length/girth.
( , Mon 19 Mar 2007, 17:05, Reply)
I'm a girl, and quite a well endowed one chest wise. I also have long hair. I look girly. None the less, I'm often mistaken for a boy (and a very young one at that). I was once refused by a cashier in Waitrose when I tried to buy a bottle of gin. Me - 24 year old girl. She assumed I was male, and underage. I was outraged. She served me the gin pretty quick after that.
I have used this boypower to my advantage - I was at Brixton Academy watching a gig, standing on the side near the boys toilets. Couldn't be arsed to get all the way to the other side to go in the girls toilets, so I fooled the bog-bouncer by putting on my boyfriend's hoody and carrying his pint in with me.
Didn't miss much, and I remain happily lacking in length/girth.
( , Mon 19 Mar 2007, 17:05, Reply)
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