The Perils of Transvestism
I was telling my housemate about the post I just made, and as he was telling me a story about some of his scars, I remembered another of my own.

About two years ago, in my final year at uni, it was a quiet Saturday afternoon and I was shaving my legs in the bath (I'm of the cross-dressing persuasion). I was just bringing the razor up my right leg, when I managed to catch the skin. All the way up the shin, about 5 inches. After going "oh bloody hell, that was painful", I removed the five inch long continuous strip of skin from the Mach3 razor I had been using, and carried on doing the rest of that leg.

About 20 minutes later, doing my left leg, I manage to do EXACTLY the same thing, and create a matching 5 inch cut up my left shin. I removed a second strip of skin from the razor and carried on, being extra careful from then on.

Later on that evening, I was out with a couple of friends when I got chatting to one and she asked how I was. "oh, I'm okay" I reply "but my legs feel a bit sore because I cut them while I was shaving". "oh dear" she says "lets have a look". So I rolled up the legs of my trousers to let her see.

I think her reaction when she saw the open wounds was something along the lines of "FUCKING HELL!!!!!!" at which point she grabbed a first aid box and started cleaning me up.

When I told that story to my housemate just now, and showed him the two long faint scars on my shins, he squealed, clamped his eyes shut and went "waaaaaaaaah!!!".
(Alexandrine is Walking Through the Air, Sat 5 Feb 2005, 23:30, closed)