Newspaper for Boobs

Last weekend, it was also my first time dressed like a woman. I was in a tube dress with crushed up old newspaper for boobs. And I had mascara on. No other make0up though, cos it was easy to tell that my skin wasn't really conditioned to apply make-up. Anyways, mascara was bad enough cos my lashes were like clumped together and it took a few days for it to come off totally.

"Bapok Nite" they call it. And it was held in a chalet 10 minutes away from Changi Village. How apt to dress up 5 guys as girls.

Like that wasn't embarrassing enough, we had to cat-walk for the people to see. Strut our "stuff". Haha!...

Then, we had to approach male strangers from the neighbouring chalets to come take a pic with us. When the 5 "ladies" went out, people evaded their barbeque pits immediately. I mean, like, Duh! Imagine a hideous freak asking you to take a photo with him/her.

So 3 hideous guys got strangers to take a shot with them. While 2 didn't. That happened to be me and a team-mate. So like every other crazy thing teenagers do, forfeit. Both of us had to dance out in the open. Twisting bodies and gyrating hips. Like really grossed out crap. But it was fun like anything! And I've a picture of me snaking halfway up an imaginary pole. Please be dying to see it, cos I'll be flashing it like NEVER!

But for my closer friends, no harm seeing it. Get a good laugh, be happy, make peace, blah blah blah. Plus it's not like I've never thought of such whacked-out, crazy stunts to pull off. Haha!...