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First, I feel that I always need to put a disclaimer on my posts that I’m an underdresser/stealth dresser, and that is my goal, and I don’t want to go beyond that. With that out of the way…
I got dressed Thanksgiving morning to prepare for cleaning the house prior to dinner guests arriving in the afternoon. I’d just started to experiment with bras, and had been wearing a soft, lightly padded pullover bralette in bed for the previous few nights. It was sized to contain my 36A/B-ish manboobs. As I go dressed, I pulled on a thong, and started to take my bra off. Then thought, “what the heck…,” and decided to wear it as I cleaned. I got dressed in denims and a baggy flannel shirt. My padded bra really wasn’t noticeable, so I decided to stuff a wadded-up tiny thong into each cup to fill them out a bit, just for fun. I looked in the mirror, and depending on how I stood, it was either unnoticeable or slightly noticeable. I liked it, so I ran with it.
I did my cleaning and helped my wife with dinner preparation while wearing my bra. Nothing was noticed. I occasionally felt “the hug,” and it made me happy.
When I initially got dressed, I planned to change my clothes and take the stuffing (no pun intended) out of the bra before guests arrived, “just in case.” Well, our guests arrived early, and I suddenly had to shift into host mode, forgetting about changing clothes and removing the padding. When I realized it, I surreptitiously looked down at my chest and decided to leave the padding in, hoping nobody would notice. Everybody was dressed super casual, so finishing the evening in my baggy flannel shirt wouldn’t be a problem.
Long story short: Nothing happened! Nobody noticed! Every so often I would remember that I was wearing a bra, and I would smile to myself enjoying my secret. Dinner ended and we all sat around the table stuffed. Without thinking, I leaned back in my chair and stretched my arms upwards—and suddenly realized that my mini-boobs were now more prominent. I quickly looked around the table, and everybody was just chatting, and they were none the wiser. So I held my stretch for a several more seconds, enjoying my secret expression of girliness that nobody noticed.
Later, before heading off to bed, I looked in the mirror pondering my appearance and the dinner experience. If you looked at me, and really, really stared and studied me closely through all kinds of movements, you might say, “Hmmmm…does he have boobs?” But really, nobody does that! People are really not even paying attention to that sort of thing.
It might not seem like much, but this was a big step for me. I stepped out of my comfort zone, and it felt great! I think this approached the feeling that I’m striving for — to be subtly, almost unnoticeably femme, in my predominantly male presentation.
@gienne Here’s one for ya Gienne…absolutely true story. I gave a speech at a Toastmasters in what looked to the audience like a man’s suit. In my drab mode. Every single item I was wearing at the presentation was female. It was my mindset at the time. I would scour stores for the ladies version of men’s items. It wasn’t even that hard either. Many of their blazers look like mens versions, only diff is buttons on the other side. Only one or two of them at the bottom part, nobody notices and you can just not button them. I even had mascara and makeup on. Nobody noticed, I was behind a lectern and everyone hates listening to speeches.
I did stuff like that for years during long hiatuses of not dressing up fully. Mainly for the reasons being - it was a lot less work and I just had to feel like I was getting away with something while in drab mode. It made me feel girly without being overt about it. That was one of the main gripes of wife #2 who ended up leaving me. She knew of my hobby, didn’t like it. She would say, is there one item of men’s clothes in your closet anymore? (There may have been one but if there was I was working on replacing it back then.)
Since then and now that I can doll up when I want, I’ve embraced men’s clothing again. So mostly now I do a mix of things. As it should be because they’re only clothes.🥰
I just had to feel like I was getting away with something while in drab mode. It made me feel girly without being overt about it.
I never really thought that much about the thrill of "getting away with something". I mean, I am, but... it was always there from the start because it is part of the plan. Make them ask, "What did I just see?" Like Waldo hiding in plain sight.
Nice women's clothes, shoes, breast forms, even nail polish recently. Top to bottom. Nailed it, looking good!
But does it make me feel girly?
Congratulations, Giénne!
You have now experienced how I dress every day. I try to go further every day. Nobody (mostly) notices me, let alone says anything ( much to my annoyance, now).
I just had to feel like I was getting away with something while in drab mode.
THIS! That’s very much a feeling I’m striving for! Like hiding in plain sight. I’m not trying to elicit reactions, but if I was, the reactions that I’d want are: a) you don’t notice, so I’m getting away with my naughty secret, b) you sense that something is going on, but are not sure, and I relish in your puzzlement, or c) you notice, and I smile to myself, and figuratively wink at you.
That is one aspect of crossdressing that I enjoy, being out in public, feeling confident while every item that I am earring is woman's clothing. From being Staci to semi androgynous styling, being pretty in woman's things is so very much enjoyable.
I liked your story Gienne, like you said, no one noticed, and if they did, they did not care.
Staci...
