Once, I bought a skirt for a boyfriend.
He was reluctant to wear the skirt at first. He resisted the skirt. He asked, "what kind of f*g do you think I am?" I had never thought about what kind he might be. Considering that we were sleeping together, I told him that he must be the open minded kind.
Although he never admitted it, he warmed up to the skirt. He loved the freedom it provided. One of the best feelings on Earth is wearing a skirt with no panties under it. I'm not saying he wore panties (blue and white striped bikinis), I'm just saying, skirts are very freeing.
One of the beautiful things about being a girlfriend is that you can drop by without calling first. I am single because I don't like people to drop in on me without calling in advance. Also, I'm self-centered and whiney and have been known to burst into random uncontrollable fits. Okay, I snore and expect lots of gifts and I pick fights for fun. Other than that, I can't see why no one has snatched me up yet. The urge to flirt with men in public gets in the way too. But other than that, I am practically perfect.
When I walked in, he was wearing the skirt. He immediately began explaining that he didn't ordinarily wear the skirt. This was the first time. He was doing laundry. I smirked in satisfaction and sat back to enjoy the feeling of always being right.
We messed around on the couch for a bit. Any guy knows that messing around on the couch with a girl in a skirt is a good thing. A guy in a skirt is pretty damn good too. Skirts are just good, plain fun for everyone.
He got up to go into the kitchen for a drink. The way the light streamed in through the window, I realized that I should have bought a fully lined skirt for him. The skirt was see-thru and I could see everything. I imagined him taking out the trash in his man skirt. I thought of the neighbors. Specifically, I thought of that annoying, slutty neighbor who was always chatting him up.
When he returned to the couch, I "accidentally" burned a hole in his man skirt with my cigarette. We would probably still be together if I had not accidentally burned a hole in his leg too. I hope he is happy with his annoying, slutty neighbor.