Cross DressingThe 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.
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chthonic, Thu 15 Mar 2007, 15:05)
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Cock in DressI meandered towards my (now ex, read on for why) boyfriend's room and opened the door without knocking.
Did I find him in female attire? No.
Did I find him perusing the man-ladies on the internet? No.
I found him preening his hair with coloured hair gel and bobbing his head slightly so that my butterfly hairgrip's wings flapped and twinkled in the light.
Scary.
But it was when I took my sparkly cocktail dress home from his to wash and found it stretched to Vanessa Feltz size did the truth hit me.
I'd interrupted the sacred pre-tranny ritual.
We are no longer together.
(, Mon 19 Mar 2007, 17:14, Reply)
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