Crossdresser's Ball III

[hardlyboy]

[It's a nice, quiet evening in Camp Fuck You Die-- perfect for a spring formal, don't you think? well, Camp sure thinks so, anyway. Near the Center has sprung up a now familiar pink tent, and you will find yourself inexplicably drawn inside; once you cross the threshold, however, your style of dress may have just changed to something rather

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[thepiltdownman]

[ in this outfit ]

Oh. Yay.

[nocturnemission]

[ \o/]

Yeah, good times, huh.

[thepiltdownman]

The best of.

[nocturnemission]

Well, at least there's free food at these things.

[thepiltdownman]

The upside of mandatory cross dressing is food.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

[nocturnemission]

Hey, at least it's not a birthday suit ball!

[thepiltdownman]

No, no. That's next week.

[nocturnemission]

Whoa, really?

[thepiltdownman]

Didn't you get the memo?

[nocturnemission]

No. Whatever that mailing list was, I totally unsubscribed from it!

[thepiltdownman]

I'm pretty sure that if we actually have a mailing list that could tell us what random insanity is going to strike and when, no one is on it.

[nocturnemission]

Maybe the zombies are. Or the cows.

[thepiltdownman]

[ considers the zombie band for a moment ]

The zombies are definitely on it.

[nocturnemission]

Maybe we'll get lucky some day, and one of them will hit "reply all" on the newsletter.

[thepiltdownman]

I'll cross my fingers for it.

[nocturnemission]

Sounds like a plan!