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I got mistaken for a girl again today.
I actually have zero pictures of myself on my computer.
for the first time in about 3 years. my hair isn't even that long at the moment
I was 16 and working in Andover's Country Gardens garden centre.
I was wearing a pair of particularly tight 501s that day, along with my shoulder length hair and the somewhat slutty pink polo shirts that they made us wear (emblazoned with 'I'd Love to Help You!'on the back...honestly, it may as well have said 'Chase Me!') I must have looked like a suburban teen cutie as I bent over the cactus display.
'Excuse me miss' said a man behind me. I ignored him, after all I was the proud owner of a cock, he must have been talking to somebody else, right?
Then I felt the unmistakable sensation of a sweaty palm against my denim clad arse.......'Awwwwwright miss, would you like to help me?'
At this stage panic set in, not only were the massed ranks of cacti spines in front of me, but additionally I was fairly certain that I could feel a cock pressing against my teenage arse.
In short, I was quite literally surrounded by pricks.
Then errr..... I turned around, informed the gentleman concerned that i wasn't some kind of horticultural hotty and in the grand tabloid tradition he made his excuses and left.
long but worth it
'somewhat slutty pink polo shirts' :)
you sexy wench...
P.S. it wasn't me *shifty eyes*
just... oh dear.