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As some of you know, I live with my 25 year old stepson and my 18 year old son (I threw their cheating mom out years ago). My 18 year old knows about my crossdressing as he is trans and understanding. My eldest daughter also knows as she has always been an advocate and ally. But I never told my second daughter or step-son, as I didn’t expect them to be accepting. So, generally, I dress when my son is at work or I stay in my bedroom.
Well, the other night I went into my room, put on my makeup, a wig, a dress, heels, jewelry and perfume. I go to grab my phone to take a selfie and realize I left it in the living room. Now, I’m faced with a decision. Do I leave it there? Do I get completely undressed to retrieve it? Or do I try and sneak to the living room to get it?
I open my door to assess the situation. Both kids are in their rooms. I see my 18 year old’s light is off, and I don’t hear any sound coming from his room, so I assume he is sleeping. I look at my 25 year old’s door and see flashing lights coming under the door and hear explosions; he’s playing a video game. I decide to take the chance. I quietly open my door, rush to the living room and grab the phone.
I’m about to head back to my room when I hear my 25 year old’s door open. Shit! I look around and my porch door is open, so I scurry out onto the porch and sink as low as I can into one of the chairs. Maybe he’s just getting a drink or going to the bathroom. I hear the fridge door open. Good, it’s a drink. I hear the unmistakable sound of a beer can popping open and then he walks right into the living room and towards the porch. I’m sweating bullets as he proceeds to spend the next 20 minutes drinking his beer and pacing back and forth in front of the porch door. I’m trapped. There’s no place to go. Each time he approaches the porch, I’m sure he’s going to see me. But he doesn’t. He just keeps pacing.
Finally, he leaves the room. I hear the bathroom door open and decide this is my chance. I start creeping back to my room as quickly and quietly as I can. As I approach the bathroom door, I’m shaking. And then it happens. The door flies open and my son is standing there. I try to retreat to the porch, but it’s too late. He’s seen me. He slowly approaches saying “dad?”. I don’t want him to see me full on, so I turn my back. But, of course, he can still see my wig, dress and heels. Finally, I blurt out “go to your room!” He does and I rush back into mine, lock the door and don’t come out.
The next day I leave the house before he gets up. When he wakes he texts me to “make sure I’m okay,” but he doesn’t say anything about the night before. And neither do I. It’s been about a week now and neither of us has acknowledged it. But he obviously knows. So, I guess I’m down to only one child who doesn’t know? Oh well. I always knew I would eventually get caught.
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