Cross Dressing
The 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.
( , Thu 15 Mar 2007, 15:05)
The 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.
( , Thu 15 Mar 2007, 15:05)
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Hmmm...
You know, if my little brother ends up straight, it'll be a real case for "nature over nurture."
He's now 12, but in hos formative years, my three sisters and I have put him in pink frilly dresses, not to metion a good slathering of makeup, way too many times. I can just see him in another 12 years... here's my vision:
I see a very pink club. I see a lot of sweaty, topless men. I hear a thumping beat. I lookaround and see, on the stage, my little brother, in (you guessed it) a pink frilly dress. he's sitting on a stoll. He opens his mouth, but i only hear Gloria Gaynor... "at first i was afraid, i was petrified..."
Oh well. :p
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 5:11, Reply)
You know, if my little brother ends up straight, it'll be a real case for "nature over nurture."
He's now 12, but in hos formative years, my three sisters and I have put him in pink frilly dresses, not to metion a good slathering of makeup, way too many times. I can just see him in another 12 years... here's my vision:
I see a very pink club. I see a lot of sweaty, topless men. I hear a thumping beat. I lookaround and see, on the stage, my little brother, in (you guessed it) a pink frilly dress. he's sitting on a stoll. He opens his mouth, but i only hear Gloria Gaynor... "at first i was afraid, i was petrified..."
Oh well. :p
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 5:11, Reply)
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