<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Zona on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/zona/</link><description>Recent content in Zona on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 28 Jun 2013 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/zona/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Walk of Shame</title><link>/stories/2013/06/28/walk-of-shame/</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Jun 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/06/28/walk-of-shame/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;First off: This is a story about my alter ego a not so bright crossdresser who likes a bit of exposure. It also contains an element of self-bondage but not in the traditional manner.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am a part time mostly closet crossdresser. I don&amp;rsquo;t consider myself gay or bi and have a gf. I particularly like to be teased and embarrassed. Mostly I get this by dressing up and going into the intranet chat rooms. Lately though I&amp;rsquo;ve found a way to get a little live and safe action. Basically I lock my car with the keys inside and have to go get the second key hidden somewhere. The first time was at a park and I was dressed in a summer dress, wig and platform shoes, pretty uneventful, people saw me but thought I was a woman out for a walk. The next time I got bolder and hid the key in an alley in a not so nice part of town. My dressing also took a turn for the sluttier, short shorts, halter tops, tube tops. I wanted to be seen but I wanted to make it clear that I wasn&amp;rsquo;t a woman but that I was a flaming drag queen. When I am out and hear a giggle or lewd comment I just put my nose in the air and give an extra wiggle to my walk.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>