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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a uni story.... (/unlurk)aren't they all?
way back in my second year of uni, the friday night union party ran themes, and one week the theme was cross dressing. given that i'd done every theme that term, i wasnt about to shirk now, depsite being a chunky, hairy sort who should never been seen in a skirt.
i'll set the picture... the world's shortest white rar-ra skirt, and a top several sizes too small. unshaved legs, and topped off with trainers, in a look lily allen has since stolen. one wig and a bit of lippy later, i was a confirmed "15 pinter" according to all my mates.
ok, so blokes didnt go for me, but girls sure as hell did... all night i couldn't keep random ladies hands off me, much to the disdain of the then-girlfriend, and much to my own surprise (female attention not being something i'm known for).
one girl was particularly attentive, not that i minded, she was very cute.. however she went too far and started trying to unzip my skirt while i was queueing for the bar, and in a moment of sudden clarity that i'm incredibly proud of given a) my drunken state and b) the quality of the line, i turned to her and said
"i'm sorry, i'm just not that kind of girl"
her disappointment was palpable.
(, Tue 20 Mar 2007, 10:52, Reply)
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