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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Mr. Stingray...Managed to successfully piss me off a few months back. So I stopped doing his laundry for a bit.
We work different hours, so he isn't always around when I get back from the office. I'd had a long, irritating day at work, & decided that an evening to myself was the perfect opportunity to laze around in my pyjamas/underwear.
I went to get out my favourite pink satin vest-top-thingy & hotpant combo, & was most confused as to why the hotpants weren't where they should be. In fact, I'm the sort of person who *hates* not being able to find things. So I turned the entire house upside down looking. No joy.
Fast forward a few hours, hubby dearest gets home from work, & I take him into the bedroom for a spot of 'marital relations'. All is going well, until I unzip his fly to reveal... my missing pink satin hotpants. Kinda killed the mood a bit.
Turns out the lazy fucker wasn't wearing them out of curiousity (allegedly!), but because he had run out of clean boxers & couldn't be arsed to figure out how the washing machine worked. Nice.
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Sylia Stingray is pilfering the biscuits on, Thu 22 Mar 2007, 0:08,
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