It’s generally considered okay for a woman to wear a man’s clothes without it being considered cross-dressing; that rule doesn’t seem to apply both ways in our culture, for some reason.
Because men and things related to them are considered to be better than women and things related to them. So a man who wears womens clothing is downgrading while a woman who wears mens clothing is upgrading. It’s pretty sad.
What if she unexpectedly spends the night at his place and gets stuck with his most feminine pair of boxers?
It’s generally considered okay for a woman to wear a man’s clothes without it being considered cross-dressing; that rule doesn’t seem to apply both ways in our culture, for some reason.
Because men and things related to them are considered to be better than women and things related to them. So a man who wears womens clothing is downgrading while a woman who wears mens clothing is upgrading. It’s pretty sad.
Maybe I’m just weird, but I would not think of wearing men’s underwear as an upgrade. Woman’s underwear is a lot more interesting.
Sad?! I think it’s hot!
A woman walks around in nothing but my button work shirt like a dress… MmmHmm!
Just wear her g-string front to back while humming “I’ll be wrapped around your finger” by The Police.
More like “King of Pain”, also by the Police.
Or what if she produced a pair of boxers. Wouldn’t you wonder who left them behind, and why? And then would you want to wear them?
What about keeping the same pair of boxers that you had the previous day?
I concur. I’m not sure how many people have been in this situation, Adam.
Somewhere around here there’s a comic about how he’d rather wear anything than a pair of underwear that he wore yesterday.
Time to go commando.
x2
You could wear a pair of diapers if you’re going to be a big baby about it.
BURN!
That’s like calling… someone… a poodle for wearing a dog collar. Sheesh. I feel discriminated… is what that person would say.
Real men wear panties. And bras. And heels. And long, luxurious wigs and… Wait, what were we talking about?
I’m a lumberjack and I’m okay!
Inside out, baby!
wearing an inside out baby? ewww. that would be unnecessarily disgusting.
Punctuation was invented for just such occasions! The comma is the key!
Like “Let’s eat, Grandma!” instead of “Let’s eat Grandma!”