The Lazy Crossdresser

Last Saturday in the mall near my home I saw a crossdresser. In this case, it was a man dressed up as a women. Well, I'm pretty sure it was man. I think he still had all of his parts, but I didn't ask or investigate any further. He was about 6 feet tall, not including the heels he was wearing. He was hanging out in one of those tween jewelry stores. I was just walking by, I swear, I wasn't cruisin' for chicks.

It wasn't that shocking for me to see a crossdresser. But then I started thinking. I don't think I've ever seen a real live crossdresser before. I have seen people crossdress as a joke¹ and in movies².

Then on Sunday, I was at our local K-Mart and I saw the same guy hangin' out at the K-Mart Cafe. He was wearing the same clothes, but this time he didn't have his wig on. No on the wig, but yes on the huge hoop earrings, and the six pounds of make-up. What an amateur. If I ever crossdress I'm not gonna get sloppy and do a half-assed job. I'll stuff my genitals up into my body cavity like a pro. And I'll never take my wig off in public.

¹This one time I surprised my wife by coming home early from work. I walked in to the house and found her listening to the Indigo Girls and wearing my jock strap. I was weirded out at first, but then she told me it was joke. We laughed and laughed. I sill don't know how did she knew I'd be coming home early. Nary a bother.

²Remember that time Crocodile Dundee was talkin' to a Shelia at the bar. I knew she wasn't really a Shelia, but he didn't. Then he grabbed her in the crotch. That was funny.