My first faux pas

My first faux pas would have been about a month ago.  While relaxing at home in a pair woman's shorts, tee, and black ballet flats, I realized that I needed to mail some packages at UPS.  Since I was relaxing at home, I was generally in my masculine persona.  Without considering what I was wearing, I jumped in the car and drove to the UPS office.  I was halfway there when I realized what I was wearing.  As it was near closing, I knew that there was not enough time to turn around, return home, change, and still make it to UPS.  As there was a deadline on mailing these packages, I had to carry though and walked into UPS dressed as I was.  No one made any comments that my clothes were feminine, though I was nervous as hell.  Strangely, one woman did comment on my footwear.  She compared my choice of footwear to that of a male designer with whom I was vaguely familiar.  Since she was not alluding that I was wearing feminine shoes, I played it cool and replied that I wore the shoes because they were comfortable (which was not actually a lie).

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I guess mine was almost two months ago, a little over a month after I started dressing again. My wife was out of town and I took a day off and had planned on spending the afternoon before and my day off en femme. I had appointments for the first afternoon to get my hair and nails done. Well my hair appointment got pushed up and my morning meeting ran very late and I ended up having almost no time to dress and very little time to do my makeup - and I wasn't all that great at doing makeup at that time anyway. Well I got to the hair place and went in dressed OK, but with basically no makeup on. Didn't matter at the hair place, they know I'm a CD. Same with the nail appointment after, although I did have a little time between to do a bit more.

Got my nails done, and they were so pretty I just kind of forgot about the lack of makeup and decided to go out for some food and a drink. Went into the bar area of this place called the Blazing Onion - think it's a chain, sat down got a menu and ordered a drink and some food. The bar tender was such a sweet girl, and treated me very nicely. Well, I decided to take a selfie while I was there. Took the shot and OMG, no makeup and one heck of a five o'clock shadow! Even the dark lighting couldn't save me! Kinda embarrassing, but fortunately I had a drink in me by that time so I could kinda laugh at it!

The next morning I had an appointment at Gene Juarez to get a professional makeover, so I looked MUCH better on my day off 🙂

April

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I won't share my first, but I will share one of many. The one that stands out the most would have to befrom a late fall night, many years ago. Prior to announcing to the world that I avidly crossed dress. I loved to take late night walks through the neighborhood, completely dressed. One night whilst enjoying my walk, probably 2:30-3:00 AM, it started to rain, as I was wiggling my but home as fast as I possibly could in 4" heels, the local constable stopped, asking if I would accept a lift. In a little too deep of a voice, and a thick irish accent I declined saying the walk & rain were good for me. Well I saw this officer in the grocery  a couple 3 or 4 days later, thankfully my equally irish sister was with me, and she already was aware I was cross dressing, and covered for me.

Cookie .

I wear my panties 24/7, and two weeks ago I had a VERY sexy pair under my gym shorts. I try to remove them together to avoid viewing and I did ... until I put them on the floor. My shorts opened up to reveal the hidden treasure, and another man saw them as certainly as I am typing these words. I am typing, right? OK, good. These were some hot lace / microfiber panties, but he said nothing. Since the, he does give me a knowing look. Maybe he wants a pair?!?

Oh gosh, my first faux pas?  I doubt I even remember that far back.  There have been far to many to count over the years as this has been a part of my behavior since I was a young kid.  I would imagine my first would have been getting caught with articles of clothing in my room as a youngster.  More than a few times my secret stash was discovered and taken away.

Fast forward to when I was in my 20's, and the first real faux pas I can remember committing in adulthood was shortly after I pierced my ears.  I, somehow, managed to slip it by my girlfriend at the time for several weeks while the piercings healed.  One night, while at dinner with friends, she just so happened to notice and leaned over to me and asked me "did you pierce your ears???".  Time to come clean, I told her yes and she wanted to know why.  I simply told her I wanted to have them pierced so I could wear studs if I liked.  While it wasn't a lie (I did, and still do, have some gorgeous stud earrings), it was certainly incomplete truth.  Lucky for me she didn't question it any further.

<3  Lauren

I was dressed up as nice as I could - as if going on a special date. I knew I had the morning home alone but would have to change back about noon for the A/C repairman. The doorbell rang. It was him and his workmate. They were in the area on a another job so decided to stop by just in case I was home, they'd start early. Soooo, I took a deep breath and let them in. They were quite surprised. He had been coming to our house for years doing routine maintenance so knows me pretty well as a customer. He was shocked at first. I carried on as casual as possible, and in a few minutes we both relaxed and got on with business. Now I answer the door however I am dressed and have found that no one says a thing about it.

Mine was wearing leggings under cut off shorts!lol....but im a musician so no biggie! 😅

Actually....my first faux pas was my mom finding my pantyhose stash under my mattress! Lol. ...those were the days!

Wearing pantyhose out openly in public with shorts and hair free legs I think could be considered the first.

Cynthia ,  this has to be the longest day or two I've ever seen.

Been popping  in a bit more as of late. I'm 5 hours ahead of you at the moment ,  I'm going to try and stay up late, or get up early  on Wednesday .

Cookie    😊

I can't remember my first faux pas, although some visitors have noted a bra, wig or panties in my flat, usually because these have been misplaced, rather than being hidden away. I live in a tower block and I used to dress to take walks at night. On one occasion, I was about to leave the block and found that I had my spare front door keys, rather than the set with a key fob. If I had gone outside, I would have been unable to get back into the block and I would have had to wait until somebody else entered the building, perhaps several hours later. I'm glad I checked my keys before leaving.

I've actually been wanting to share my faux pas. I was out of town for my job for several days, so I took some extra clothing with me. The company put me up in a hotel, and provided a vehicle. So one evening I dressed up really beautiful, long, brown, curly wig, press on nails, full makeup, mid thigh leather skirt, beautiful cream colored sweater, 4 inch black peep toes. I drove to the local Wal-Mart and went in to look around, and also to see if I would pass, since it was my first time, other than Halloween. I got a few looks from some ladies, and caught a couple guys checking me out. I was loving it. After leaving Wal-Mart, I went to a convenience store and got a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes. I thought the poor guy behind the counter was going trip on his tongue, LOL. When I was done, I went back to the hotel, only to discover that I had left my room key in the room, before I left, and was locked out. So of course I had to go to the front desk, to get another key. The lady behind the desk just gave me a knowing grin.