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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Pyjama Party.
UMIST, in Manchester, used to hold a Pyjama Party every year in February and I used to go. My favorite outfit was a lime-green nightie which I fetchingly accessorised with Doc Martin boots and a leather biker jacket.
One year I trapped off with a wee little blonde lass, and being students, we ended up hitch-hiking across Manchester to Collyhurst (really rough, dodgy, area) at 3am in the morning wearing only nighties. That was a bit silly. But not as silly as getting the bus back to mine the next day wearing the same gear during rush hour.
Cheers
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Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 15 Mar 2007, 15:52,
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