for more humiliation

I was so in awe of the bravery of those who decide to come out and address the fact they might be 'gay'. I thought it was a good excuse to push the boat out a bit and wear the tightest most clinging clothes I could find and head out to that denizen of middle England, 'the shops'. It is surprisingly easily to get Mr Average to whistle at you. I followed this with my first experience of wearing a dress in the club. Responses ranged from revulsion, smiles from the fillies to fascination. I did my bit for glam I guess. I changed to streetwear, slinging a shirt round my neck, sweaty torso cooling off in the March night. I ran from the catcall from the minicab driver in the street, afraid of the power I'd unleashed.