Let’s go tartan. You’re almost Scottish anyway.”“He hee okay!” said Emily, unable to control her giggling.“There’s a shop up by that roa... with the takeaway and hairdressers that sells retro stuff, they’re bound to have a couple of little plaid skirts.”“Hmmm…it’s an idea.”“I can just see you in a little tartan skirt, Em. You know what I mean?”“Alright, let’s go up there in a bit. Are you going to the lecture on Karl Marx?” asked Emily, with an undisguised lack of enthusiasm.“I don’t know, I’m. There were two other reasons for enjoying the show. Firstly, it meant wejuniors could stay up so much later, but secondly - and far moreimportantly for me - it highlighted that boys could wear dresses as someof them were clearly doing so for these performances.The show came towards the end of the BB year and I was so excited to knowthat this would be the last show I would watch as next year I would beone of those boys. I was so excited that when the boys came on indresses my little peewee got. She sped her way to work without a second thought of what she was forgetting.When Julia reached the building and parked, she exited her car and felt the wind blowing up her shirt. She looked down at herself, she first saw her black work heels, then her bare legs, then her bare clean shaven vagina. In her rush to work, she forgot to put underwear on, or any other clothes for that matter. She quickly pulled her shirt down to cover up.If she headed back home she would definitely get in trouble for. I sat up in my bed and groaned as I saw the clock; it was 3 in the morning. I sighed and got up to take a piss. As usual, I was naked. I lived alone, so I was able to be naked most of the time without worrying about someone seeing me. Although Sam liked to pop over unexpectedly all the time, not that she seemed to mind seeing me naked.After I was done I wandered into the kitchen to make some coffee. Once the Keurig was set, I walked toward my living room to see if anyt was on TV. Which is.