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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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I'll wear yours if you wear mine
Many moons ago I was away in Newcastle with work. My 2 colleages and I, lovely ladies the three of us, went out heavily drinking and partying on the thursday night, the last night of our week away.

Not being local, we didn't know where to drink or club, so started off in a random bar and asked around about where was good/cheap. It turned out that there was a massive student pub crawl on that night, with all the local unis taking part. They had paid for the privilege, and were all wearing special t-shirts. They got a free drink in every pub on the list, free entry to a club at the end, and a free bar when they reached the club.

Well, we decided we'd join in. One problem - we didn't have the t-shirts. We made it our mission to get a t-shirt if it was the last thing we did.

Well, after tracking round a few pubs, we caught up with the crawl. Blagged our way into the club for free (getting the goodie bag too) and continued on our quest.

The married member of our team was reluctant at first, but soon got into the swing of things, playing tonsil tennis with a poor wee student and trying to rip the shirt off his back without him noticing. Nearly worked, she had both arms out of the holes, just couldn't unlock the lips long enough to get it over his head.

My tactic was more direct. I was wearing a little red top which clearly had no bra underneath (being fairly perky I didn't need one). I was chatting up one guy trying to get his t-shirt, which unsurprisingly he was loath to part with (it's his ticket to a free bar, remember). I ended up offering to swap tops with him. Yes, in the middle of the club I would take off my top and give it to him if he gave me his first.

He fell for it, and whipped off the sought-after t, passing it to me in the hope of seeing some bouncy breasts [1]

I put on his t-shirt, did the wriggle we girls can do, took the top off under the t-shirt and gave it to him.

He was less than amused.

Even less amused when I grabbed my top back (from River island, I wasn't letting him keep it!) and ran off to the ladies still wearing his free bar ticket.

I got changed again, and in my soft-heartedness gave him back his t. I even gave him a flash of the breasts he'd been ogling. So he bought me free drinks all night.

Happy ending all round :o)

F x

[1] sorry, this almost turned into a Frankspencer-esque tale :)

PS: the third member of our saucy trio? We lost her towards the end, she turned up for work the next day looking shattered, claiming she'd won because she'd slept in one of the t-shirts. Fair play to her :o)
(, Fri 16 Mar 2007, 12:23, closed)

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