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By the time I was in my early teens I’d become very familiar with ‘under-dressing’. This was also the era of the Billy Graham Christian crusades and like many of my age group I was caught up in the hysteria. With a friend who was very devout I attended a crusade meeting and pledged my life to God. To be honest, I wasn't really that devout but it seemed the thing to do.
One Saturday morning I was home alone and indulging my secret pleasure. As I recall I was wearing a bra, suspenders, stockings and a nylon slip whilst walking around the house. Suddenly, through the curtains I saw a car pulling onto our driveway. It was the local minister, coming to discuss my pledge to God and to chart my way forward in the church.
After a fleeting moment of panic I realised I was never going to be able to undress and then redress quickly enough so, as I heard the minister begin knocking on the front door I rushed quickly to the bathroom, slipped off the stockings, wet my hair and then put on a bath robe. Bare-footed and with wet hair I answered the door, claiming that I’d just got out of the shower.
For the next 45 minutes or so I only half listened as I sat facing the man who supposedly held my eternal salvation (or damnation) in his hands. To this day I will never know if he at any stage caught a glimpse of either the bra or slip perhaps riding above the bath robe, or noticed the fact that neither my legs nor feet were wet. Perhaps I’ll only find out when I pass on.
That is FANTASTIC. I'll be posting my first time out dressed story soon {(no spoiler here though 😉 ) which had some at the time terrifying but in retrospect kind of funny aspects to it. Will post it sometime this weekend most likely.
omg - for me it was my then 3rd wife. an rn working nights. I was happily enjoying myself in my computer room when her car returned to the driveway. I dashed into the bathroom across the hall and quickly stripped off my clothes and frantically removed nail polish. I was so flustered i broke a favorite necklace with little beads all over the floor. Even now that wasn't really funny but it was very close.
My close call - one day we were expecting a repairman to arrive at the house late in the afternoon. I was in full dress knowing I had plenty of time to change before he arrived. About two hours early he called and said he was in the neighborhood and could stop by in just a few minutes if it was all right. Ahhhhh - okay! I said. I quickly got out of my ladies clothes and wig but did not have time to take off makeup or fingernail polish before he arrived. And he was working in our bathroom so I couldn't finish dressing down while he was working. I just carried on like this is how I always look. He didn't say anything as if he didn't notice, but I'm sure he saw my bright pink fingernails when I signed the service order.
Love it Dayle and Rosaliy. Scary at the time but definitely funny to look back now.
Great stories all
ive been caught a few times with panties in a store when I had swears on that we're too loose. I try to keep that in mind when I go out. Kind of exciting to get caught list that for me personally.
on a grander scale and in my previous house about 15 years ago I was off for the day and having a "girls" day. I was fully dressed in panties. Stockings. Bra with forms, and just started my makeup. I didn't expect anyone and if the doorbell rang I just wouldn't answer. I was expecting a UPS delivery and when the bell rang I peeked out the window and saw the big brown truck pulling away. It happened to be a lingerie order so I was itching to get my hands on it. I put on my robe fully dressed. Boobs protruding nicely and figured I could get 2 feet out my door if no one was out. They would not see me if I was that quick and they were 20 feet away. Keep in mind I had done this once ot twice before so I was confident I could pull it off. So to the door I went, peeked out and checked carefully with no one there I kept the robe loose so my boobs would not be as pronounced and I took two steps to the package, grabbed it and as I looked up and headed back saw a landscaper kneeling in my neighbors yard staring straight at me. I think I froze for a second and scampered in. As I stood up there was no doubt he saw my lipstick and boobs at a minimum. Maybe more.
i have no idea if he told my neighbor or not. I was nervous for a while, but did not sense anything different from them so I assume he kept it to himself.
thinking back now I think he was a shocked as I was. I laugh now and know he has a good story to tell as well about the day he saw that cross dresser.
Oh well....
heather
That's great Heather 🙂 ! On a personal note, K always check really carefully when I'm on that same situation before I open the door. Sometimes I Wear my pumps to the car on my way to work(cause I just love the way they feel and the sound of the clickclack on the pavement:) !) When I do though, I stop at the garage door and look to be sure no neighbors are walking down the street or in their yards before quickly walking to my car and getting in (like a lady should of course!). On the other hand i SHOULD just say what the heck-I don't know most of the neighbors very well anyway and what does it matter what they think! ....but still I DO worry about it-which makes me just a little sad and a little mad that society has such a hard time with those of us who do not fit in the little boxes our birth anatomy says we should be in.
Cynthia
I did answer the door once and gave some people a bit to think about.
My wife was away for the day and as I had nothing pressing to attend to I got all "Janed-up" as we say. Early in the afternoon I got a call from her asking if I would be okay to give some things to a woman who was going to call to collect them. She said she was happy if I'd rather not but I said it was okay. A concession I was willing to make because I can pretty much dress any time.
Anyway, about half an hour before they were due to arrive I took off all my makeup and was preparing to change when my wife called and said they'd be about an hour later than expected. That was okay but instead of changing there and then I thought I had plenty of time so I'd do so later.
Of course, I did have plenty of time, but I got on the computer and we all know what happens to time when you do that! By sheer coincidence it started to get a bit cool and one of my male jackets was handy so I just slipped it on. I can remove my breast forms later, right?
Ding Dong! Holy crap, they're here. Without even thinking I just went and answered the door, confirmed they were the right people and gave the woman (her husband was just standing back a bit watching) the package. She looked a bit confused but I just thought it was because of the way the package was bundled up.
She said thanks and they departed, still looking a bit bemused. It wasn't until I shut the door that I realised that I was still wearing my forms, with a nice blouse underneath my half undone man's jacket, my ladies jeans and a nice pair of maroon flats. No wonder they were a bit bemused.
It's daylight saving time here now, it's still broad daylight at 7 pm and I am going out for dinner with a couple of girlfriends tonight. The neighbours might get to see more than they bargained for.
I got caught by my younger brother. I was maybe 17 and came home late and drunk - and found some of my aunts underwear in the bathroom including a girdle. So I put on the girdle, stockings, bra and lipstick ( we had only one bathroom in the house so it was all there) and walked into the hallway. It was very late and I was drunk so I threw caution to the wind. I heard the footsteps and ran back into the bathroom and locked the door. My brother tried to open the door and told me to let him in but I pretended to be sick to my stomach and washed off the makeup and lipstick. I was wearing my own clothes and had a clean face when I finally let him in
we never spoke about it -but there is no way he did not see how I was dressed. It was around then that I decided I would move out as soon as I finished high school
Kendra i love it. I have had several close calls like that-my son popped in on me at my house without knocking when I was expecting him to be away all night..had to strip off the wig and wipe off the lipstick and put a long thick robe on over my bra and nightgown and hold it closed! The things we do for our feminine sides!
At 64 I have been dressing since age 10. I am out to all my sisters, children, pastor, best friends and some others in the church. My wife is not accepting or understanding but our marriage of 33 years continues to be a work in progress over this issue. We recently moved into a new neighbourhood (Oct 31/14) and one of the first things I did was go and tell them all (both sides and across the street) I am transgendered and like to crossdress. This takes courage. They all had no issues and when I talk to them while in sort of a male mode they are friendly. Now when dressed and going out I have no fears if they see me which removes considerable stress.
As a side bar the more people I tell the easier it gets also society is becoming more accepting. The only issues I have had is with 70-90 seniors and teens 13-18, they can be brutal. But life is short and I am going to enjoy it and I don't care what others think. it they have a problem it is their problem not mine.
Not sure how this qualifies, but it is funny. I get pedicures quite frequently, my toes are always painted, and only a few people have seen them. In the mornings I sit at the dinning room table barefoot with my feet crossed and tucked under the chair. My grandkids would come over in the mornings for school and never notice. One day my granddaughter 7yo came in and had a really odd look on her face, just totally puzzled as she approached me. I couldn't tell what she was looking at, I was too busy trying to figure out what she was up to. Then she exclaimed "Grandpa!!! You have RED TOES!!!!!" "How come you have red toes?" dumbfounded by the question (I wasn't prepared) and trying to come up with an good answer and before I could speak, she came back "Did ya get bored?" Now I had my answer "Yup I got bored".
A few months later her and her brother were spending the night. She was sitting on my lap (I had my shoes on that day) then she noticed my shinny fingernails, grabs my thumb then grabs my index finger and says "Grandpa do you have fingernail polish on? You do and your other fingers have glitter on them". Then she turns then she turns to her brother and says "The other day I came over and Grandpa had red toenails, now he has fingernail polish" her brother says "Man I wished I would have seen that!" and that was the end of that.
Out of the mouths of babes....if only ALL of society could react that way then we could all be who we are openly without fear of ridicule or being hurt! Maybe one day....
Love the story Jane. I think I've felt that feeling many times
