Generally, straight but more recently, probably slightly bi.

It should have been a fairly straightforward camping trip, but it hadn't turned out that way. From the outset, things had gone wrong. for us. We'd take the wrong turn on the road; then we'd had to trudge our way across an extremely dirty, muddy pathway, tripping and stumbling along the way. Our clothes were absolutely dirty and filthy at this point, although in truth we probably didn't smell half as bad as we looked. Then, we'd had problems setting up our tent in fairly quiet, secluded part of the local forest. It taken about four attempts but we eventually managed to get it up. All three of us, Myself, Karen and Adrienne, sighed with relief. Later, when we were all together in our medium-sized tent, we all frowned at just how smelly we all were. "This reminds me of an advert for Radion washing powder!" chuckled Adrienne with a grin. "Yes I know the one you mean Adrienne!" Karen confirmed.  "Well, we can't stay here forever." I said. "We're going to have to get home soon and change clothes." "You're right Shirley!" echoed the other two in acknowledgement.  I crawled over to the front of the tent and tried to undo the front zipper. But horror of horrors! It broken off in my hand! "Oh no!" exclaimed Karen "NOW what the hell do we do?!" yelled Adrienne. "I don't know."    Do you have any ideas as to how the three of us could get out of this situation?                   This post was edited by Shirley M at February 15, 2017 3:50 PM GMT

I've always had a fantasy surrounding a dinner disaster with three other female friends while on a sailing holiday.  Basically, it goes something like this:  "Myself and my three other friends, Karen, Audrey and Adrienne (all of us in long sleeved tops and long pencil skirts, are all on weekend sailing trip. Our boat is a small enclosed cabin-cruiser with just barely enough room for all four of us to sit together. Audrey and I sit opposite Karen and Adrienne. Just above Adrienne's head is a cupboard with broken door. Our dinner is the dirtiest, messiest, greasiest dinner that one can think of. Everything goes well and we're all really happy. That is, until, we all gather for dinner.We have just finished pouring four glasses of red wine and are about to drink it, when a heavy swell suddenly occurs.We all watch with consternation as our plates and dishes start sliding about on the table.Karen gasps suddenly as one of the deserts slides off the table and into her lap, splattering cream and custard all over her skirt. She lets out a slight moan and looks up to Audrey as if to say, "Ohhh!!"Audrey and Adrienne, however, both grin at her.The boat rolls again. I notices the pepper pot sliding towards the edge of the table. I reach out to try and grab it but end up putting the sleeve of my top into the half-eaten susages, eggs and chips dinner; the rest of which lands into my own skirt leaving a big dark stain on it.Audrey frowns as our arms hit and she ends up spilling her glass of red wine all down her front.Adrienne laughs and points at the three of us but stops when the cupboard door above her suddenly swings open and four eggs go flying out of it towards her.She closes her eyes and frowns as they land on her left shoulder with a squelch. She looks down at her shoulder as egg yoke trickles down her top and into her own skirt.After a few minutes we all take a deep breath. Then, we all stand up together very slowly and carefully examine ourselves. We all look at each other and frown in disgust at this." Love to hear what you girls think about this story. Please comment with your thoughts and suggestions!

okay girls, fairly obvious question this one. What is the best way to approach shop staff when buying female clothes? Am thinking of going to buy some skirts but not too sure as to how to approach it?

I suppose it would depend on the individual really. If they were gay possible. But then again, there are probably a lot of straight guys who might take a fancy to us girls without knowing that we have a cock under our skirts. But who knows? I suppose it might also depend on how well we girls present ourselves. I know I personally would prefer a open-minded female for companionship that a guy.