Frédérique
02-26-2013, 01:25 PM
I was out shoveling snow the other day, in my old blue jeans, and, when I bent over, they ripped along the inseam, letting in the frigid air...:eek:
And, don’t you know, I got nearly the same feeling I get when I wear a skirt – cold air is reaching a part of my hitherto covered upper thigh, causing a strange kind of euphoria. Briefly, I became disoriented (or disorientated, if you prefer) and confused – does this mean I DON’T have to dress up to get my thrills? Quite literally I was “taking the air,” no doubt blushing as well...
:o
Just like I can’t go anywhere in my ripped pants, I can’t wear a skirt in public, either. Perhaps males are not supposed to be conscious of their inner thighs, so they keep them covered up at all times. Crossdressing negates this coverage at a stroke, and I am trans-ported to a happy land where thigh meets thigh, with no barrier in-between. Ah, bliss...
:daydreaming:
I’ll have to get a new pair of work pants very soon. I can’t shovel snow en femme in this part of the country, surrounded as I am by conformists, so I dress in my male uniform to blend in, go unnoticed, and live another day. This last snowstorm was most definitely underwhelming, which is a pity – I was actually looking forward to another day of shoveling and feeling those things that boys like me are only supposed to dream about. COOL!!!
:)
Don’t you love that feeling of air going where it ain’t supposed to go? :battingeyelashes:
And, don’t you know, I got nearly the same feeling I get when I wear a skirt – cold air is reaching a part of my hitherto covered upper thigh, causing a strange kind of euphoria. Briefly, I became disoriented (or disorientated, if you prefer) and confused – does this mean I DON’T have to dress up to get my thrills? Quite literally I was “taking the air,” no doubt blushing as well...
:o
Just like I can’t go anywhere in my ripped pants, I can’t wear a skirt in public, either. Perhaps males are not supposed to be conscious of their inner thighs, so they keep them covered up at all times. Crossdressing negates this coverage at a stroke, and I am trans-ported to a happy land where thigh meets thigh, with no barrier in-between. Ah, bliss...
:daydreaming:
I’ll have to get a new pair of work pants very soon. I can’t shovel snow en femme in this part of the country, surrounded as I am by conformists, so I dress in my male uniform to blend in, go unnoticed, and live another day. This last snowstorm was most definitely underwhelming, which is a pity – I was actually looking forward to another day of shoveling and feeling those things that boys like me are only supposed to dream about. COOL!!!
:)
Don’t you love that feeling of air going where it ain’t supposed to go? :battingeyelashes: