Funny story regarding 9 year old step daughter
Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 11:34 pm
The funniest thing happened this morning. I say funny, but on one level it would probably scare the hell out of most of us who crossdress on any level.
The other night, I had taken the wife out to the theatre, and of course we were formally dressed for the event. As for me, I was wearing panties, bra and breast forms (Amona Personally, 651's in size 4. . See them here:http://www.lucys.net/detail.asp?product=62)
We did not get back home until around midnight. I should probably as an aside tell everyone that I have two step children living at home. . a nine year old girl and a brother that is 13. Given the circumstances, we have elected not to let them in on my crossdressing yet, as they are not old enough to understand.
I should also mention that I work nights and sleep during the days.
So, we come back late. I take off my bra and forms and lay them in the chair by the computer in our bedroom. Wife and I are soon fast asleep.
Later during the day, the daughter knocks on the door and speaks softly. The wife tells her to open the door, which she does. She asks whatever question she had and instinctivly comes over and sets in the chair. I was just waking up at this point. Since the room was dark, neither of thought or reacted quickly about my brest forms laying in the chair that she was about to sit on. . . .
OOPS. . .
Was my first thought as she picked one of the forms up and asked,
"What is this?" . . .. followed a moment later by
"Cool"
Oh great. . At this point I did not know HOW to react. . My wife, while not large busted, is certainly adequately endowed. . . not likely that she would use "Falsies" but that probably never even entered the equation.
At least she was awake and with it as she immediately told the daughter,
"Melissa*, put that down and go out side. . ."
"Momma, what is this?" she started. . .
"Never mind, Melissa*, its not important. . .why don't you go over to your friends house for a while." and started ushering her out of the room.
luckily, like most children that age are easily distracted and Melissa* is no different.
MY FEELINGS WERE ABJECT FEAR. . .
Until she got Melissa* out the door, and returned to bed. Strangely, my reaction was to bust out laughing. . .
"You know, that is a Problem I NEVER would have anticipated" I offered during my laughter. . .
What else could I do? Had this been anyone else, Might have been busted. . . but like everything else, Que Sera Sera. . .
My Wife then offered,
"What I can't figure," she said, "Is how the only underwear around here (We hang panties and bras up to dry rather than subject them to the dryer) is womens. There are several pairs of panties that are exactly alike and lots more bras than I wear. ." (she rarely wears bras around the house)
"That no one has ever noticed" She continued. . .
"You know, sooner or later, they are going to figure it out," I added. . .
We both knew I was right about that. I decided many years ago that I would not let my cross dressing be used against me. I had an ex girlfriend during the early eighties try her best to smear me to everyone I knew and my cross dressing was a predominate issue.
I decided then and there that I would not let my cross dressing be used as a weapon. I told my father, and my closest friends that it was true, I did cross dress.
Surprisingly, the reaction was the same. . . no one really cared. .
BACK TO MY STORY. . .
Here it is, some time later. The issue has not been breached again, as the wife and I consider how, when and what to tell them.
At some point, they are going to figure out that I wear lingerie, the shoes I wear around the house are ballet slippers (Bloch prolite II in pink) and some of the other shoes I wear are womens as well.
We have more questions than concerns. The issue is complicated by the fact that they are not my natural children. Relations with the natural father are often less than cordial.
I have been long resolved not to hide my cross dressing, but also realize that there are times when discretion is the better part of valor. And we both feel that now is not the time to tell either of them. .
I hope this gives everyone a moment to pause and laugh. If we can't laugh at ourselves we are doomed.
But I would love to hear from others that are in similar predicaments and how they have handled them, or plan to. . . .
*The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
The other night, I had taken the wife out to the theatre, and of course we were formally dressed for the event. As for me, I was wearing panties, bra and breast forms (Amona Personally, 651's in size 4. . See them here:http://www.lucys.net/detail.asp?product=62)
We did not get back home until around midnight. I should probably as an aside tell everyone that I have two step children living at home. . a nine year old girl and a brother that is 13. Given the circumstances, we have elected not to let them in on my crossdressing yet, as they are not old enough to understand.
I should also mention that I work nights and sleep during the days.
So, we come back late. I take off my bra and forms and lay them in the chair by the computer in our bedroom. Wife and I are soon fast asleep.
Later during the day, the daughter knocks on the door and speaks softly. The wife tells her to open the door, which she does. She asks whatever question she had and instinctivly comes over and sets in the chair. I was just waking up at this point. Since the room was dark, neither of thought or reacted quickly about my brest forms laying in the chair that she was about to sit on. . . .
OOPS. . .
Was my first thought as she picked one of the forms up and asked,
"What is this?" . . .. followed a moment later by
"Cool"
Oh great. . At this point I did not know HOW to react. . My wife, while not large busted, is certainly adequately endowed. . . not likely that she would use "Falsies" but that probably never even entered the equation.
At least she was awake and with it as she immediately told the daughter,
"Melissa*, put that down and go out side. . ."
"Momma, what is this?" she started. . .
"Never mind, Melissa*, its not important. . .why don't you go over to your friends house for a while." and started ushering her out of the room.
luckily, like most children that age are easily distracted and Melissa* is no different.
MY FEELINGS WERE ABJECT FEAR. . .
Until she got Melissa* out the door, and returned to bed. Strangely, my reaction was to bust out laughing. . .
"You know, that is a Problem I NEVER would have anticipated" I offered during my laughter. . .
What else could I do? Had this been anyone else, Might have been busted. . . but like everything else, Que Sera Sera. . .
My Wife then offered,
"What I can't figure," she said, "Is how the only underwear around here (We hang panties and bras up to dry rather than subject them to the dryer) is womens. There are several pairs of panties that are exactly alike and lots more bras than I wear. ." (she rarely wears bras around the house)
"That no one has ever noticed" She continued. . .
"You know, sooner or later, they are going to figure it out," I added. . .
We both knew I was right about that. I decided many years ago that I would not let my cross dressing be used against me. I had an ex girlfriend during the early eighties try her best to smear me to everyone I knew and my cross dressing was a predominate issue.
I decided then and there that I would not let my cross dressing be used as a weapon. I told my father, and my closest friends that it was true, I did cross dress.
Surprisingly, the reaction was the same. . . no one really cared. .
BACK TO MY STORY. . .
Here it is, some time later. The issue has not been breached again, as the wife and I consider how, when and what to tell them.
At some point, they are going to figure out that I wear lingerie, the shoes I wear around the house are ballet slippers (Bloch prolite II in pink) and some of the other shoes I wear are womens as well.
We have more questions than concerns. The issue is complicated by the fact that they are not my natural children. Relations with the natural father are often less than cordial.
I have been long resolved not to hide my cross dressing, but also realize that there are times when discretion is the better part of valor. And we both feel that now is not the time to tell either of them. .
I hope this gives everyone a moment to pause and laugh. If we can't laugh at ourselves we are doomed.
But I would love to hear from others that are in similar predicaments and how they have handled them, or plan to. . . .
*The names have been changed to protect the innocent.