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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Rocky Horror Picture Show, Halloween, 1990.I still had hair then, and I teased it up, put on a leather skirt, red sweater, full make-up and 44-DD bra stuffed with socks (I'm a guy, by the way). I didn't shave my legs, so in panty hose they looked like uncooked bratwurst. I also couldn't find mens size US12 high heels, so I had to go in tennies.
On the way to the theater, there were a couple guys walking behind us. I guess they heard me talk because suddenly they burst out in disgusted laughter. To prevent contraband, they had men patting down the men and women patting down the women at the door. I got patted by a woman. She nearly fainted dead away when I asked her if she wanted to check my purse. She just hurredly waved me in, looking a little ill.
Before the show, they had all the Rocky virgins go up front. Several eyes popped out in the front row with exclamations of "you've got balls!"
All through the show, my girlfriend kept reaching up my skirt. "Now I know why you guys like these things. Grroowwwwll!" "Stop that!" I said, slapping her hand away.
There are pictures somewhere, just waiting for me to run for President.
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setimret likes his metaphors mixed, not stirred, Mon 19 Mar 2007, 18:00,
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