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azurelunatic) wrote2002-01-02 01:39 am
azurelunatic) wrote2002-01-02 01:39 am
Dragged, kicking and screaming
Adam has joined the list of the Major Loves of My Life. How do I know this? Simple.
Today, as I was preparing to go retrieve the last of my laundry from the dryer, Adam offered to come with me. Since I was just recovering from the shock of having to duck and cover as a whole circle of armed policemen (not a woman in the bunch) surrounded and arrested a psycho armed with a knife in my own apartment complex, I accepted his kind offer.
The shirt he grabbed to put on over his mostly-naked body turned out to not be a shirt, but instead the short, tight, lace-up-front crushed velvet stretch dress that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
teenagewitch is planning to use in her seduction of Neighbor. Even once he realized what it was, he put it on anyway, and had me lace up the front.
The dress fit him dreamily: he's tall and skinny, even though he does have broad shoulders, and with a pair of rolled-up socks for padding, he was able to pass off as a very tall, thin, and butch woman.
He decided to take a look at himself in the mirror, and I pounced with lipstick. Fabulous.
I was wondering how to get him to hold still while I hooked up my webcam and took a few snapshots of him, but as I was busily plotting, he rummaged for his own digital camera. I took a few pictures of him. We added a necklace to the ensemble, and he eventually came with me to retrieve the laundry. He was not accustomed to taking the tiny steps that go with such a dress -- he's six feet tall, and used to taking great huge MANLY strides. High heels would have helped, but we had none in his size.
On the way back from getting the laundry, I noticed one of our neighbors peering out from between the blinds. Let them peer!
After returning safely home, I hooked up my webcam and we got a few more good shots. It turns out that Adam's drag name is Crista Eve *$@%#*[last name obscured for privacy reasons]. He tried on my "disco ball dress", a bizarre silver-sequined confection that's sized for me, and thus hung like a very large sack on him. The tightness of the stretch velvet had held up his little falsies, but they dropped right off of him in the disco ball dress.
I cackled gleefully and retrieved a bra of mine. Adam/Crista learned of the true evil that is underwires, and successfully wore the dress. There were pictures.
Just about that time, one of Adam's school friends came online. I shared, of course, a few pictures and the gossip of the moment. "He's never going to let me hear the last of this," Crista moaned.
I leaned over to smooch him, and found out firsthand how it is to get someone's lipstick smeared all over your mouth.
If Pestilence should hear of this, Adam will really never hear the end.
Hmm.
I bet Darkside could teach me a few tricks about... ohhh yes. That would do it. That would so do it. Heh.
...But the reason I know Adam is now on the list of my Great Loves? He cross-dressed. At some point in their careers or other, all my Great Loves since 1995 have cross-dressed, with the current exception of Darkside.
(Votania and I share a very clear, very endearing, mental picture of Darkside in a cheerleader's outfit, the skirt crooked and the top hanging baggily on his skinny male frame, holding the pom-poms awkwardly, with a look on his face that says clearer than words, What the fuck am I doing wearing this anyway? When I sent her the image, we both cracked up laughing. I shall have to paint that one someday.)
Today, as I was preparing to go retrieve the last of my laundry from the dryer, Adam offered to come with me. Since I was just recovering from the shock of having to duck and cover as a whole circle of armed policemen (not a woman in the bunch) surrounded and arrested a psycho armed with a knife in my own apartment complex, I accepted his kind offer.
The shirt he grabbed to put on over his mostly-naked body turned out to not be a shirt, but instead the short, tight, lace-up-front crushed velvet stretch dress that
teenagewitch is planning to use in her seduction of Neighbor. Even once he realized what it was, he put it on anyway, and had me lace up the front. The dress fit him dreamily: he's tall and skinny, even though he does have broad shoulders, and with a pair of rolled-up socks for padding, he was able to pass off as a very tall, thin, and butch woman.
He decided to take a look at himself in the mirror, and I pounced with lipstick. Fabulous.
I was wondering how to get him to hold still while I hooked up my webcam and took a few snapshots of him, but as I was busily plotting, he rummaged for his own digital camera. I took a few pictures of him. We added a necklace to the ensemble, and he eventually came with me to retrieve the laundry. He was not accustomed to taking the tiny steps that go with such a dress -- he's six feet tall, and used to taking great huge MANLY strides. High heels would have helped, but we had none in his size.
On the way back from getting the laundry, I noticed one of our neighbors peering out from between the blinds. Let them peer!
After returning safely home, I hooked up my webcam and we got a few more good shots. It turns out that Adam's drag name is Crista Eve *$@%#*[last name obscured for privacy reasons]. He tried on my "disco ball dress", a bizarre silver-sequined confection that's sized for me, and thus hung like a very large sack on him. The tightness of the stretch velvet had held up his little falsies, but they dropped right off of him in the disco ball dress.
I cackled gleefully and retrieved a bra of mine. Adam/Crista learned of the true evil that is underwires, and successfully wore the dress. There were pictures.
Just about that time, one of Adam's school friends came online. I shared, of course, a few pictures and the gossip of the moment. "He's never going to let me hear the last of this," Crista moaned.
I leaned over to smooch him, and found out firsthand how it is to get someone's lipstick smeared all over your mouth.
If Pestilence should hear of this, Adam will really never hear the end.
Hmm.
I bet Darkside could teach me a few tricks about... ohhh yes. That would do it. That would so do it. Heh.
...But the reason I know Adam is now on the list of my Great Loves? He cross-dressed. At some point in their careers or other, all my Great Loves since 1995 have cross-dressed, with the current exception of Darkside.
(Votania and I share a very clear, very endearing, mental picture of Darkside in a cheerleader's outfit, the skirt crooked and the top hanging baggily on his skinny male frame, holding the pom-poms awkwardly, with a look on his face that says clearer than words, What the fuck am I doing wearing this anyway? When I sent her the image, we both cracked up laughing. I shall have to paint that one someday.)