Okay, but by reading this message right now we all agree that this never leaves the thread. This is legally binding by the way, and if you break it I will track you down to your place and break your computer mouse. Then proceed to cackle as you attempt to alt +tab navigate your way through your computer.
Many moons ago my girlfriend at the time used to go to the floor shows of Rocky Horror Picture Show every month of every year, as she was on the cast. One month I was being particularly obnoxious about not going (I don't DISLIKE the movie, but seriously, watching it once a month at midnight gets annoying pretty fast, and it had been more than a year), so in exchange for both going to the show and dressing up in a skirt and corset I would receive certain "favors" that I rarely received except on my birthday or when she needed me to forgive some slight against her. So I go, and apparently the game before the show that night was the cross dressing competition. I knew the inexorable conclusion as soon as I heard that, but you'll all be proud to know I fought with all the dignity I could muster. So I was entered, and I was forced to skip and prance a bit in front of the audience with a couple other people. Then came the fake orgasm competition. Despite my lackluster performance in the latter, I still won the competition which included a little sheet of paper that looked a lot like a diploma, saying I was the hottest slut in the show. I promptly tore it up when I left the theater.
There are pictures of it floating around somewhere, though may I say two things:
1. I rocked that outfit pretty hard. I got hit on by a lot of girls, and an unfortunate amount of men. Including one who was wearing saran wrap. And only saran wrap. *shudder*
2. It was totally worth it.
And that's my story. Hope you had a laugh.