Latent Kink Unveiled

After attending the Genderfloomp Party at Wiscon 36, I finally had to admit to myself that I have a bullet-proof kink in RL (as opposed to my fandom kinks, although there is some overlap).  I mean, it's not like it's the first kink I've ever recognized, I just never realized this one was a) truly a kink, and b) so visceral.

Turns out I have a THING for cute guys in skirts.  O.o  Looking back, I can recall several instances of being charmed or enthralled by boys in skirts, all the way back to a memorable Halloween in high school, but after 2 Genderfloomps in a row, I have to say that being up close to these boys is an immediate turn on. 

At last year's dance, there were two guys who were doing credible impersonations of Callum Keith Rennie in a skirt and eyeliner.  They didn't seem to know each other, either.  One was super cute, super young, and I wanted to lick him.  The other was super hot, a little older, and I wanted to *climb* him.  Preferably with the dress on.  I saw the hot one again this year.  I actually met him (insisted an acquaintance introduce us when I realized they knew each other) and shared with him that I find him to be the hottest guy in a dress of the entire Con, and that he always has the best dresses too.  He seemed to appreciate my sharing, so I don't think I came off too creepy.  I'm probably twice his age, LOL, but I kept my hands and my innuendos to myself.

There was a new boy in town this year though, and I was mightily intrigued.  He was doing a terrific job of blurring the lines.  He was wearing a cowboy hat, and I think the boots, but, shoe-geek that I am, I never got down that far! He had very short dark hair, and a very closely cropped beard.  Definitely a beard, not stubble. I'm kind of a connoiseur of facial hair (an early and familiar kink).  He was short and broad-shouldered, wearing a white camisole top with tiny printed flowers (like little girl lingerie) which was stretched to its limit around his very nice chest, a denim miniskirt, and white mesh stockings.  I don't recall that he'd gone for any makeup, like most of the other boys.  After stopping in my tracks for a few seconds, and walking away, and coming back later to find him in the same spot, I finally walked up and said, "You're rocking the cowgirl look tonight."  He smiled and acknowledged my own floompery by replying, "Why thank you kindly, sir." There seemed to be a bit of a blush then too, even though he'd looked completely comfortable in his skin before our exchange.  So for the rest of the night, I kept bumping into him and his group (he was definitely escorted by a woman in football jersey and stuck close to her all night. I'm guessing it was his jersey), and I couldn't think of anything better to say than "still rockin' that look" or "still rockin' that skirt."  I danced with several people near him, but felt like I'd be too much of a creepy intruder if I tried to join his little group, and he spent more time as a wallflower than a dancer anyway. I really had to fight down some predatory urges though.  Usually, I'd just leave the room and find someone to chat with until I got over myself.

But, now I want stories! I want stories with all of my favorite boys still being boys, but comfortably wearing dresses or skirts.  And I've got some 3D, surround sound fantasies featuring a pretty "cowgirl" that I'm probably going to have to write down before I can get over them.

I guess it's true what they say: You're never too old to learn something new!