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Real Short Skirt
by Tinker (address withheld)

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One of our male authors tries out cross-dressing and 
water-sports for the first time. (M-solo, cd, ws)

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Today something happened that I have always wanted for 
twenty years. 

A good friend from the Internet had provided me with a 
true gift of friendship. She had spent some time 
looking for the exact thing I wanted, then bought it, 
tried it, used it herself, and finally mailed it over 
the ocean to me. What was it precisely! 

She had bought me a true, original, real-world "normal" 
short skirt. 

Yes I know this is booooring, but for me, it really 
meant something. Finally I am done with makeshift 
skirts made out of old nighties or old throwaways. I 
have always wanted to wet myself for real, wearing a 
real woman's skirt. And this time, I even knew for sure 
that the skirt had already been warn and found suitable 
by a girl, so I couldn't go wrong...

So when everybody was away, I drank six cups of 
chamomile tea, put on some old pair of panties, placed 
the usual plastic bag that prevents me from staining 
the whole front of the skirt (I'm proud of this 
invention) and swapped my pants for the skirt. 

The skirt has an elastic waist band and reaches down to 
just above my knees. This gives me ample opportunity to 
either part my legs (the skirt is very, very wide) or 
squat down just before I wet myself. In both ways, the 
skirt won't touch my panties or the ground, and I am 
completely safe. My friend has tested both poses as 
well and she confirms that nothing happened while doing 
it.

Dressed for action, I went to my computer and brushed 
up my latest story, that probably will get finished 
next week or so (I need to climb a hill because I am up 
to something which I am not too familiar with, neither 
in stories nor in reality). 

After an hour or so, I really felt my bladder 
protesting, so I went downstairs and entered the 
garden. On my favourite spot, I just spread my legs and 
looked down to my skirt. It flowed nicely around my 
thighs and I believed my friend on her word that it 
would work this way. Even while I thought that the wide 
pleats would hang between my legs a bit.

So then I let it come. 

I am very experienced in this, so I don't have to wait 
indefinitely to get one drop in my panties. When I wear 
a skirt, I can go in my underwear any time. Within 
seconds, I felt it coming. Around me were all the 
normal sounds of a densely populated area, but I knew I 
was secure from view on my spot in the garden, and I 
hoped nobody would come home during the next quarter of 
an hour. 

The skirt was clearly noticeable against my legs; after 
all, it is not one of my very light fabric makeshifts. 
It is warm and cozy and really feels like a garment. I 
was fully clothed, socks, shoes, sweater, skirt, 
panties... If I had been a girl, I could have stepped 
out onto the street and walk up to the sand box and 
talk to the children and walk around the corner of the 
bushes and stand over there for a minute. But I 
couldn't. 

I could just stand on my favourite spot in the garden, 
with my legs apart and my hands in my sides, and look 
down to my own skirt. Three houses further on, a girl 
laughed. My skirt waved a bit in the wind. A dog 
barked. And then the wonder happened. I slowly started 
to wee in my panties, under a real skirt, just as my 
friend had done under the same skirt a few weeks 
earlier.

Well, I don't need to tell you how this feels, because 
we all know. It was marvellous. I thoroughly wetted my 
panties for about two minutes (not continuously, but in 
three firm spurts and one long gush) and then spent 
another minute dripping out, still with my legs apart 
and while not touching my skirt at all. 

My friend was right: nothing happened to my skirt. 
Everything fell down exactly like it should, from the 
middle bottom of my panties, right between my legs, and 
only my right sock got a bit wet because of a trickle 
down my right leg. 

Finally I dared to move. I walked a few steps and 
squatted to squeeze my panties, and then, still 
dripping a bit, I went inside. Feeling my skirt 
brushing my legs with clearly noticeable wet panties 
around my bum was a delight I'll never forget. In front 
of the mirror I hiked up my skirt to look at my 
panties.

Much to my delight, I now had reference material to 
compare them to. My friend had sent me some video clips 
showing girls going into their panties under little 
skirts, and what I was looking at right now came 
absolutely very close. Apart from that bulge, that is. 
But I am now finally capable of wetting myself The Real 
Way: 'like a girl'.

So I dropped my skirt again. Absolutely no stain 
wherever, and the thick fabric wouldn't have showed it 
even if I would have sit down on it. My friend had made 
the perfect choice. Normally I would have liked to walk 
around for a few hours this way, wetting myself once in 
a while and enjoying the freedom a skirt gives you. But 
now I had a time constraint and I needed to be quick. 

Thus I put my left hand up my skirt and cupped the 
front of my panties, rubbing gently. With my legs apart 
as if wetting myself, hiding my flat hand under my 
skirt, I got over the top in about a minute. With my 
knees buckling, I experienced the best orgasm in 
months. Afterwards, I cleaned up and put everything 
away again, waiting for the next occasion.

Pity, men are not allowed to wear skirts. It is such 
nice weather here, I could wear a skirt or dress all 
the time and walk a block every few hours. How 
unfair... many girls here *do* wear a dress or skirt 
and walk a block every few hours... :-)

Thinking of the CDA bill trying to forbid this type of 
innocent but very useful and mind-easing communications 
makes me mad. I've always thought that the USA was 
quite hypocritical, but now I know for sure. Blocking 
interpersonal traffic while selling automatic fire arms 
to madmen on every street corner makes me think of 
certain states in history.

Hell, next week they'll forbid cheerleaders because 
they are too arousing.

Ah well, they are :-)

Tinker

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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