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.
(
chthonic, Thu 15 Mar 2007, 15:05)
« Go Back
humiliation...one sunday night last summer i was over at the bedshitter's watching tv. it was really hot and about the only cool place to be in london (definitely in a temperature only sense) was its grotty basement flat. with windows onto the street.
fed up with it scratching its balls and leering over everybody from rachel and monica (not phoebe) to the head and shoulders girl, i noticed a really hot guy swing his legs out of the window of the top floor flat opposite. he was just wearing white pants, and looked absolutely stunning.
i pointed this out to the bedshitter, who said plaintively that i wasn't supposed to admire other guys when he was right there. ha, a reaction! so i said it again. and might have repeated it once more before the bedshitter finally stood up to get a good look. it moved the net curtain (i know, i know) and said deliberately:
"rswipe. that. is. a. girl."
oh.
time to get the eyes tested then...
(
rachelswipe with a fork, Wed 21 Mar 2007, 9:52,
Reply)
« Go Back