The breeze between my legs

I never thought it would be so fun to dress like a girl. It's homecoming week and more specifically, opposite gender day. All you have to do, if your a boy, is dress like a girl. If your a girl then you dress like a guy; for some reason all the girls thought it was gangster day. I was going to be a party pooper and not do it but my neighbor Lauren talked me into it. Now for girls this wasn't a big deal, but for guys we had to find a dress and everything. I boroughed a dress, necklace, and wig from Lauren; if i do say so myself i was looking pretty sexy. Now walking around the halls was hilarious, people would stare, laugh, and i even got a few cat calls. I enjoyed walking around looking at other peoples outfits it was rather funny. Now the part that sucked about wearing a dress is trying to keep your legs closed in class; this may be easy for girls because they are so used to crossing there legs, but when guys cross their legs it is a little more than uncomforatble. I was so distracted trying to not reveal myself that I couldn't concentrate in class. There were a couple times when my mind drifted off, while my legs drifted apart; not a good deal. I must say though there was a nice breeze between my legs.