Cross dressing for fun?

Oh the shame! I'm a writer. The best writers are honest. They don't hold back the truth. Even if it hurts the truth must be told. And not wanting to dissillusion myself that I am not a REAL writer I must confess.
I am sitting here writing this wearing womens pink lacey knickers. AND it's not nice They could have delivered knickers made from natural fibres. But no, the cheapskates, they gave me man made fibres that don't breathe and itch like f***. I bet you want to know about the night. What with the belly dancer and the Retsina and the ouzo slammers. Well I'm smashed. So hard luck I'll tell you about it if I can remember what happened.


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