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There are many times that I look back and just shake my head at some of the things I did! A couple of examples...
My Sister got the cutest romper that I was absolutely going to have to try on! It was green with small flowers and the bottom portion flared out tom make it look like a very short dress. I finally got my opportunity when I thought I had the house to myself for a while and decided to to it right! Padded Bra, panties and pantyhose went on before the romper. It was a bit snug and I had to use a string on the zipper to get it all the way up. I made a quick trip downstairs to check out the look in the full length mirror. It was SOOO cute! I turned around just in time to see my Mothers car pulling into the driveway! The usual mad dash to my room followed. I got there and pulled the string to get the zipper started..... but I pulled too hard and the string broke! Nothing I tried would get that zipper to move! It was then I discovered that, with a romper, you can't get anything else off without removing the romper! It took me almost an hour to figure out a way to get the zipper started, all while trying to be very quiet. Lesson learned.....if you can't zip it up easily, it is too small for you!
We had a pool in the back yard that we used daily during good weather. My favorite suit was one of my sisters castoffs. It was a blue and white striped one piece with a ruffle around the hips. It even had a small builtin bra to give the illusion of some "development". The pool was in back of the house which made it a bit risky to use, because someone could come home and be in the house without my hearing them. I swam in that suit many times without a problem. One of my jobs was to vacuum the pool each week. On a day when I knew no one would be home, I decided to combine my activities and clean the pool while wearing my favorite suit! I actually ended up spending a good part of the day in the suit and made it a point to get changed before anyone got home. What I found out when I changed was that a suit like that gives you a VERY distinctive tan line! I ended up spending the rest of the summer being VERY aware that tan lines do NOT fade quickly!
What are some of your brave/stupid activities that make you shake your head and smile?
Hi Becca, the story that pops in my mind goes back a few years.
I got a new iPhone and was figuring out how to use it, especially the emails. A friend of mine sent me an email so I responded. He responded back right away - who in the heck is Krista he asked? Oops, BIG oops, I responded to him using my femme email address not my drab one. So I changed it to my male address and responded trying to give him a logical explanation. I was just imagining him saying "ya sure, whatever". Anyway, we are still close friends and he hasn't brought it up in quite a while. I've come out to a few people successfully. He would be on my list of friends that I think it would be OK to come out to. Hmmm, maybe one day. Anyway, I'm much more careful when I send emails nowadays making sure I'm using the right address. Thanks for your stories. All the Best, Hugs, Krista.
Hi Becca,
Well this one was purely silly from decades ago, but I still remember.
I had a two days training session to attend, so a hotel stop over. This was when I was purely opportunistic, so when I found a lonely nylon nightie in an empty changing room, I nicked it - god knows what it was doing there. The nightie had short sleeves, but the ends were elasticated and it was a tight fit anyway. I didn't plan it, but I dozed off in it, and in the morning I had two matching bright red rings where the elastic had dug into my upper arms. All I had to wear was a short sleeved T-shirt that couldn't cover the marks, and I spent all next day's session hopelessly and pointlessly tugging the t shirt arms down, furiously blushing in anticipation of a question from a fellow attendee that I wouldn't be able to answer. It didn't get asked, phew.
Marti xxx
Becca, you wear those tan lines with Pride, girl!! 🙂
My list of stupid things is probably too extensive to get into here, lol, but I do remember a couple years back going out one summer night wearing white pants over ... dark blue bikini panties. I honestly wasnt aware of how thin the pants were until I arrived home and saw in a mirror the not so subtle outline of a dark V on my bum, it was more than a little obvious I wasn't wearing drab boxers!! Never received any heckling so it wasn't too bad I guess.
I think these things are maybe just our subconscious trying to sneak us "out", hehe.
Stevie
Becca, I don't know if the swimsuit situation was brave or stupid for you. But, that's actually one of my bucket list items, to go to the beach or a pool en femme, just relax and get a bikini tan line. Any CDH girls have a private pool? 😉
I know that stress of being dressed and someone comes home unexpected. I probably would have panicked and tore the romper or zipper to get it off quickly. I'm glad you kept a clear head and saved the cute romper.
Birel
Like you I have a pool in my back yard. It is somewhat private meaning if you were my neighbor you would have to be looking towards my pool and wanting to see whats going on, or better yet what's coming off by my pool.
I love spending the day lounging around the pool wearing only lingerie. I often go for a swim wearing only my panties and bra as a swimsuit. It's possible that my neighbor has seen me on the pool deck in my lingerie but to date nothing has ever been said about it.
I know I have been caught by other neighbors doing stupid things like taking walks out my driveway wearing only my nightie. I once had a meter reader walk around my house to read the meter and I was sitting at the picnic table having my morning coffee wearing a short girly nightie. He just smiled and said "Good morning" and then went about his business, embarrassing at the moment but it excited me after the fact. I was caught by a neighbor who walks his dog at all hours of the day and night. One hot summer night at around 11:00PM I took a walk out the driveway wearing only panties, bra, thigh high stockings and heels. I was shocked to walk right into him passing my house. At the end of my driveway I have two big evergreens that doesn't allow me to see just past the driveway. Of coures all I could do was turn around and walk back. This neighbor has never talked to me since that night. It really doesn't bother me.
Wow - now I have to try and remember a story or 5! (giggle)
One of the first times I went out of the house in Full Julie, I hadn't perfected my make up (it was so long ago, I don't even remember if I had any make up ON!) I was a teenager and starting to feel bold - so I went for a walk around the neighborhood -- at 1 in the morning. I was in the home stretch, only a few blocks from home, when a car pulled up to me. And not just ANY car - this one had flashing lights on the roof. (thankfully they weren't flashing at the time). The officer rolled down his window and asked, "Is everything alright, Miss?" I replied, something mumbled and trying NOT to sound paniced. "Yes, just out for a walk" or something like that, as I averted my face from him. He said be careful and drove on. It was a VERY long time before I ventured out of the house again.
As a teen I had a babysitting job for a single mom.
When the lady went out on the town I went to town in her lingerie drawer!!!
Looking back on the situation she had to have known I was enjoying myself with her dainties.
The hormones in my teen brain made me stupid. (Sure was fun)
Caroline👗
I almost answered a face time call with my wife and some friends while I was dressed. Caught myself in the nick of time. LOL
Hugs, Liara
That was a REALLY tough first time out!
I was tempted to break the zipper, but she had just gotten this romper, so it would have been very hard to explain. I was getting a bit desperate when I couldn't get it to move! Had visions of my Mother or Sister walking in any minute! THAT would have been even HARDER to explain! Finally, put a string on a safety pin and was able to get it through the hole in the clasp. Was able to work it down VERY slowly. Got myself changed, but was very nervous until I was able to get everything back in place the next day!
I did the tan line thing myself.I dressed for a couple hours down an old deserted road.Upon putting my boy clothes back on I discovered the distinctive bra strap marks in my mild sunburn.I had to go to work after hours,fire up an arc welder and give myself a more intense artificial sunburn to cover up my mistake.The desperate things we can do eh?
LOL!!!!! I was about 10-12 at the time, so I did not have access to an arc welder! The bad thing was that it was several days before I could get back out in the sun, so I had this very well defined dark scoop on my back! I purposely got a sunburned back as soon as possible, but even then I had a dark back with a darker scoop! It took almost two months before it evened out, so it was not obvious!
From one Becca to another.
I was 17 and my father was going through a divorce from my step mother. She had moved out but left a drawer full of sexy lingerie bras, panties, slips, hosiery. She also had left a large basket of her makeup, this was a young cd's dream. He worked a ton so as he left for the day I started the process of getting ready. I was so excited all day to myself to dress. First came the makeup. I applied foundation and eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara and lipstick. Then on to the lingerie. I still remember exactly what I put on. A cute front closure lace bra. And a yellow flowered lace bikini panty. I remember them being extremely sexy. Then a pair of nude panty hose and a full off white slip. I was in the main bathroom admiring my feminine self when I hear a faint noise. Was that knocking at the door? Then it grew louder along with shouts of my name. Then even closer it grew. I peaked out the bedroom window and there is my father shouting my name. WTF. My heart jumped into my throat. A wave of panic washed over me. Omg what do I do now. So I quickly turned the shower on. Ran to the front door and unlocked it (he was locked out). And then rushed back to the shower. I quickly took everything off, hid them under the sink and jumped in the shower. I have never scrubbed my face so hard in my life. He came to the bathroom and asked if everything was OK. I just said I was in the shower and didn't hear him. After getting out I inspected my face for any hits of makeup. I had to remove some of the eye makeup with Vaseline. I gathered the clothes under the sink and snuck them to my room. He stayed home the rest of the day. I didn't say much to him, needless to say I was scared to death he knew something was up.
I'm not sure if this fits under brave, stupid or almost busted but I thought I would share.
Kisses Becca
I used to do a lot of interstate and overseas travel in my job. Here's a few of my "stupids"
The ads get in the way cos I've had this up as a draft for quite some time.
STUPID 1/.
Transformation Shop, Manchester UK, late ’80’s. Overnight stay organized, so is Caty. So I’m wandering around the shop with my “spare wallet”,, with quite a few quid in it I might add. Put it down on the counter and get distracted for a few seconds. Another “punter” in the shop was far too quick for me, lost the lot… That took the edge off that stay as well…….Later years Transformation shot one of their early CD videos in the rooms above the shop. Brought back memories of my lost, “currency of the British realm”.
https://www.crossdresserheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/Exceptional-Voice.jp g" alt="Exceptional Voice" width="300" height="250" />On one trip to an Australian capital I arranged to go to a dressing service, which, OK, offered “other services”. (Not that I “indulged” in same). So Caty is all dressed and made up and having a nice time with the lady “assistant”, when suddenly this “nutter with a knife” bursts into the room looking for money.
Now even in “male mode” I could not fight my way out of a wet paper bag, so I had no hope of ever doing much whilst in “Caty mode”. So I just sat there calmly and handed over my wallet and he took off like a scalded cat..
OK, that got most of the “bodily harm” problem out of the way. But if the police got there before I got out of the place, I would have ended up as a star witness in an armed robbery case and b/. Divorced.
So off comes the clothes and make up and back into male mode and then I’m out on a busy main road circa midnight, with no money and desperately searching for a cab.
If “fortune favours the brave” (aka damn fool for going to this establishment in the first place), it sure did that night. I did manage to get a cab and I did manage to convince reception at my hotel to let me back into my room to pay the cabbie.
But I think I hid under the bed covers for about an hour after I got back to my room. Helped calm me down a bit.
Stuoid 3/.
Back in the mid 90’ Caty achieved a very long held ambition to stay overnight with Juliette at Sophie’s Dressing Service, then of Plymouth and one of the best of that ilk in the UK. Had a great time, (still got the photos to prove it).
Plan B after leaving there was to spend the day as Caty driving to my next accommodation down in Cornwall. About a four hour drive and a huge conundrum. Whilst I was wanting the “world” to see what a great job Juliette had done turning me into Caty, I was equally scared witless that someone would “spring” me.
It was supposed to be a “tranny friendly B&B”. Instead it was a dump of a place run by a very scary character whom when I arrived greeted me in the driveway in the “full disaster”, “external” S&M gear. Black everything, boots, full cape, hat, and the works. The “accommodation” walls were covered in all manner of S&M posters and prints.
Needless to say I found this very unnerving and having paid in advance, got out of there ASAP next morning and as the “normal me” hightailed it to a “normal” hotel.
STUPID 4/.
On another trip, location, a North American town. Local CD group cajoles me out for dinner dressed. I was petrified, but starvation was the only other option. But I survived the night OK. Next day I’m “out on the road” with one of the local reps and it gets to lunch and he pulls into the same town. I thought, “If he takes me into the same restaurant, I’m gone”. Luckily no. Have the photos from then too. Really look like a man in a dress… But I improved as the years rolled by
STUPID 5/.
I made “pen friends”, (remember them?? “Pre FB”, Facebook), with someone in a major northern capital city. So I went there for a dressing session one night. It all went well, until a/. This person became “tipsy” and started making “untoward suggestions”. So I made a VERY quick change back to “me” and headed for my rental car. Opened the boot /trunk and this big “plus size” blighter promptly sat in it and refused to move…
I got him out… eventually and yes, that was another night of getting back to the safety of my hotel.
There'sa couple more, but this is long enough already.
"More later".
Caty.
