I would want the job of singer and entertainer for the town on Friday nights, then as a waitress serving drinks at the local pub on the other evenings. By day I’d want to be the mayor of CD city. I would be an honest mayor, or mayorette,, my decisions “WOULD NOT” nor could be swayed by $$$ , hell no I would promise, for I’m more honest than that to be swayed with mere $$$, but if someone slipped me a few gorgeous pink, blue, lavender, purple, hot red, minty green lacy panties, under my desk, I might would be persuaded on my decisions as Mayorette. I would declare an ordinance of no outer clothes worn on Wednesday’s after 6 pm, just panties, bras, forms, thigh highs or panty hose, (corsets optional), and heels while out in public. All car tags would reflect the name of the owner of said vehicle, like: Charlene, Melva, Patrice, Patricia, Cherilyn, Babylove, Sarah, Kathleen, Karen, Annabelle, Marleena, Jennifer, MsArlene, Purple8229, Suchacutie, Sier_g, Julia_n_Pa, Stacy B, Catriona 36, Talldrinkofwater, Charlietuna, Laura912, Kinberyjean, Jorga, Janet54,, Beverly128, Tina B, Sue, NicoleScott, etc.

Victoria Secrets would be open 24/7.

Virginia Slims would be the most commonly sold cigarettes, and mostly pink lighters would be sold.


I’d put Rupall’s picture on $100 dollar bills.

Traffic lights would be Lavender for stop,,,,,,,,,, yellow for caution, and PINK,, for go. Anyone pulled over for running a purple light will be fined two pair of panties (size 8). They would take the ones out of the trunk, and if they had no more, they would pull off the one’s they were wearing and throw them in my cruiser with the pink lights flashing.

The local gambling casino , it would be the city ordinance that all antis to black jack would be antied with panties. Two pair minimum, I raise you one pink pair with black lace trim, and the opponent would say I see your pink panties with black lacy trim and raise you with these yellow see through lacy through and through. The deck of cards would have Elton John as the King of hearts and Ellen DeGenerous as the queen of spades.

Any violators of any CD city ordinances would be 30 minutes (not days), in the slammer, or 10 minutes with the stripper pole Friday night, or public humiliation of having to walk down main street, which would be changed to “Crossdresser Street” with just their under garments on, oh the humiliation that would be. Those that pleaded “not guilty” would be in my court, I would not, I would “PROMISE THE PEOPLE”….. that my lawful decisions “COULD NOT” be swayed by crocodile tears of the accused. But if the accused lifted her high rise skirt just a little too damn high, making sure that I batted my “false eyelash wearing” self to see, I would slam my pink gavel down at the base of Tinkerbelle and the music of “Fat bottomed girls” would go off and declare the accused, NOT GUILTY”, Then the courtroom would empty out with everyone line dancing out of the courtroom to the tune of:

“Everybody’s doing a brand new dance now,,,,, come on baby,,,,,, do the Locomotion,,, the judge is a weakling for big thick thighs now, come on baby ….do the Locomotion,,,…..it’s easy to get off if you know how to tease…………all you gotta do is give your boobs a squeeze, so ..come on, ,come on ,,,,,, love CD city with me,”,
Right now I’m ready to sell all I have and pack it up and move to this town if we can find one for sale.
L&R…………….Tara