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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Technician at Cardiff Uni Engineering departmentCan't remember what its name was, but this thing (I will not assign a gender) was freaky.
It had gone all the way as far as I remember and there was even disciplinary action threatened amongst the staff if they referred to it by its male name.
This thing looked like it lived under a bridge and gobbled billy goats, but had slipped out and donned a bob wig and a skirt and stomped around the computer rooms muttering (think Foul Ole Ron from Terry Pratchett's Discworld) and stinking (think Foul Ole Ron from Terry Pratchett's Discworld)
Bleurgh
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Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Tue 20 Mar 2007, 9:13,
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