Have you been caught?

[Jamie Vanessa]

I personally have never been caught CDing but have wondered about the rest of you ladies experieces getting caught. did it end funny, sad, in trouble, or with supportive people who caught you?

[Kandis]

I recall one day where I almost got caught by my sister, I had decided that I needed to experiment with her make-up as well as wearing her clothes. I hadn’t thought about how to remove it though, I scrubbed and scrubbed and thought I had gotten it all off, but when she got home from school she saw trace of her blue eye shadow on my eyes. She never said anything about it, but I wish she had, it would have been nice to have an ally, then again, she could have become my worst enemy as well. I have since lost touch with her and really wish I could connect back with her so I could talk to her and maybe repair things between us. (What happened there is another thread entirely I won’t go into now).

Those first years of sneaking around became wonderful memories, but the time came when I wanted some items that were “mine” so I kept a watch on the laundry and their dressers to see what items were not worn EVER, and made my choices of some nice panties from my sister, a bra from mother, pantyhose, slip, and a body briefer from mom. I had never seen these particular items in the wash and they were always in the back of the dresser drawers so I figured they would be safe items to remove and keep as my stash. Well, I hadn’t put much thought into where I would keep them so I put them in the bottom of my pajama/underwear drawer. Mom worked for Johnson & Johnson Personal Products Division so there were always samples of items in the bathroom, so I took a sample package of Carefree Panty Shields, lightly scented for that more feminine feeling (still wear them daily now along with my panties and pantyhose), and had them stashed in the dresser drawer as well.

Mom usually did laundry and would, on occasion put our stuff away, either that or she was just a nosy person (not my real mom but technically my second cousin, her mother was my grand-mothers sister and I was “adopted” by them for a brief period [10 years], of my life). Anyway, I had spent all day at school fantasizing about when I got home and would be able to put on my bra, panties, pantyhose, slip, and body briefer. When I got home from school, I immediately went to my room to change and when I opened my dresser, the clothing was gone. I went to see if I could find it again, sure enough it was all sitting on mom’s dresser. She never said anything to me about it, but eventually I got tired of sneaking and hiding and I wanted lingerie and feminine clothing of my own. I figured the best thing to do was to tell her, or rather allow myself to get caught with my pants down showing her panties and pantyhose.

I prepared myself as she and I were the only ones home, I went to the laundry room and took some of my sisters panties and a bra off of her stack of clean & folded laundry and snuck into her room and took a pair of pantyhose and put them all on underneath my sweat pants and sweat shirt. I went out to talk to her in the back yard and asked her some generic questions to get a feel for her mood and then we went inside. As we were walking into the house and heading upstairs, I was taking off my sweat suit and asked her if she ever wondered why I had her clothing in my dresser. She said “no”, I said “Well, this is why” and I tossed my sweats over her shoulder and stood there wearing nothing but a bra, panties and pantyhose. She of course over reacted and decided that I was sick and needed therapy and that was the end of that. Six months later I left there and moved back with my real father and mother and went back into hiding until I again decided that I wanted to have some stuff of my own. This time I would do it right, mom (my real mom) was much more understanding and open about things so this time it would be different. Once again I set myself to be caught. I knew that mom would be the first one to come home and so I went into her room and dressed myself in her bra, panties, and pantyhose underneath my bathrobe. I have very pale skin and my socks only came up to the mid calf range and my robe stopped about two inches above the knee. This means there was an area of about 5 inches of my legs exposed and the suntan pantyhose were QUITE noticeable. I heard her keys in the front door and timed my exit from her room with the moment she was in the apartment and closed the door behind her. She saw me coming out of her room and asked “What are you doing in my room”. “Nothing” I said, I can see her eyes move to my legs and she asks me with a knowing smile “What are you wearing? You have a box of your sisters bras in your closet (I was storing them there for her honest, [besides, they didn’t fit me]), and now this”. I smiled and said “No, I don’t have a box of bras, only one”, and I opened my robe exposing myself wearing her underwear. She smiled and said “Well, you know you can’t just walk around in a bra and panties, let’s find you something to wear over them.” With that, we went back into her room and she proceeded to find me something to wear over the top of the lingerie, and she gave me permission to wear her things until we could go shopping and buy me some of my own as long as I washed all of her things before I returned them. Now, she gives me lingerie and femme clothing as gifts, and she calls me her daughter as well as her son.

[Leeza]

The first time I was "caught" I didn't have anything fem on. My mom always cut my hair and noticed a swelling on my ear lobes as a result of a temp piercing. She asked all kinds of questions and found out. She was not happy over it.

Mom never did accept my cding although my dad, sister and brother seemed ok with it. I never dressed in front of any of them as I didn't want to push the issue too far.

Leeza

[DonnaT]

I carpooled to work, with some guys still in the government, so we would get to DC by 5:30 am.

So, with all that time until the folks at my office came in, I'd dress and go about my business, then change about 30 min. before people started to show at 9 am.

One morning I was in the computer room surfing the net, and heard the front door open and close. I stepped into a utility room and watched to see who it was. It was one of our secretaries. I waited a while until I thought she had gathered all the morning faxes and went back to her office to sort them out.

This was my chance to scoot back to my office, close the door and do a quick change.

Just steps from my door, she popped out of a totally different room, and we almost ran into each other. I excused myelf and kept going to my office and changed.

I talked to her afterwards and she was fine with it. She started coming in earlier just to what I was wearing every morning.

[Virginia]

Damn, Donna, all the time I have known you and watch you rack balls and shoot the numbers off the 8 I never heard you tell that story!?

I guess I am having a "alternative evening" so I guess by saying "getting caught" means that you think one is doing something that they should not be doing, i.e., not being themselves, hiding something from folks that would not accept, understand or desire to see as an outcome!!!

"Getting caught" as opposed to "being read?"

Virginia

[Elizabeth]

Hi Jamie,

I have never been caught "in the act" so to speak. However during my first marriage my exwife did find my stash of clothes in a room that only I used for my music room. While not caught in the act, I was certainly caught. It led to a huge fight and me promising to never do it again. A promise I would repeatedly break over the years.

As far as being "read" goes, I guess it's a daily occurrence. I am not all that passable, so most people that come in contact with me probably figure out I am not a genetic girl. It's hard to say though. It seems people don't really notice me, or perhaps it's just me not noticing them noticing me. In any event, I don't feel like I get a lot of unwanted attention. Most people either know about me or are just not shocked by it.

As for my wife, Raven(SO), she met me as Elizabeth and has always been fully supportive.

Love always,
Elizabeth

[Karen]

I was caught by my Mom when I was fairly young. As I said in an earlier
post, I started putting on my Moms panties, bras and slips when I was
around 6 tears old. This went on for maybe 4 years (I had "borrowed"
some things over these years and had them in my room) and one afternoon my Mom came home from work early and walked directly to
my room. (Wonder if she knew that I was sneaking her clothes and
dressing) hahaha There I was in all of my glory in her panties, hose,
bra with socks in them and a slip. (I was around 11 at the time.)
Mom just sat me down and explained that she was not going to tell Dad
and that I should never do it again. Being very religious, she explained that it was the devil making me do this. I think this was the time that
I did stop for over a year, but of course I started again....that darn
devil.

[Stephanie_Gael]

I was ALMOST caught by a former employer.

I wasn't getting enough opportunities to dress at home, so I took a suitcase of clothes, including a long, flowing ballgown, furcoat and 4" heels and took them into work one Sunday afternoon.

He arrived unexpectedly when I was fully dressed, - fortunately no makeup, or no excuse would be able to explain it away, but I managed to keep him out of my office, - yes, me in my 4" heels, ballgown and fur coat pushing against the door to keep him out

He went downstairs to ring for the police and by the time they arrived I was able to change, put all my clothes into my suitcase, and give him a 'plausible' excuse!

[Alana]

I was almost caught by a co-worker.

While in college, about 30 years ago (my, how time flies), I worked summers for the Forest Service, in a small town in Colorado. Since I shared a bunkhouse with several other guys, it wasn't easy to find time or a place to dress. By the way, some of the first femme clothing I ever bought was in the little town where I worked. Was very nervous then, but now it's no big deal.

Anyway, one Saturday I drove up into the forest and parked at the side of the road and got dressed- panties, a dark blue body suit, light blue corduroy jeans, and white heels; no wig or anything else. I may also have had a bra and some cheap foam falsies, but I don't really remember.

After sitting in the truck for a while, I decided to take a stroll. I got out of the truck and crossed the road. About the time I got a little ways off the road, around the corner came a forest service truck driven by one of my co-workers. He slowed down as he saw my truck and then me. I didn't slow down- I took off running, kicked the heels off and went to ground behind a tree. I don't think he realized I was wearing women's clothing. After sitting on the road for a while, he finally moved on. I came out of hiding, gathered up my shoes and hightailed it out of there.

I drove on up to Leadville and rented a motel room for the night. That night I used Nair on my legs for the first time and spent the night dressed.

When I got back to the bunkhouse the next day, he asked me why I had disappeared so fast the day before. I don't remember what I told him other than some cock and bull story. Nothing more was ever said about the incident.

I can look back on this incident now and chuckle. It must of been a hilarious scene, my girlie backside dashing through the forest barefoot. However, at the time, I was petrified; my heart was beating a mile a minute and I was afraid he might come down looking for me. Back then, I was very concerned about being found out. I still thought I was about the only one around who was a crossdresser.

Alana

[Laura Bird]

Never been "caught"... but I remember one time when I was pretty young (maybe 11 or 12?) where I came DARN close!

It was over the summer. I was home during the day babysitting my younger sister (4 years younger) while both my parents worked, and my sister had just gone off to a friend's house to play. So as per my usual ritual, as soon as she was gone, the dress-up started. This was the day I'd figured out that the funny garment in one of her drawers (that I could never understand what it was) was actually a garter belt. I was quite thrilled at my discovery (never before had I worn something as feminine as that, like I'd seen in some of the racier sections of the JC Penney and Sears catalogs) and quickly donned the full getup. Black stockings, black garter belt, and I'd found and put on the matching lacy black panty and bra too. Just as I'd gotten it all on - I heard the back door slam! I looked in the driveway, and discovered my mom had unexpectedly come home for lunch! Oh *(#@$!!!

I quickly threw on a baggy sweatshirt, sweatpants, and socks over top of everything, dumped a few matchbox cars on the ground and quickly began playing.

I don't know if my mom ever figured it out or not... but I do recall her looking at me a little crooked as she popped in my room and found me sitting quietly on the floor. I don't know if she noticed that my heart was pounding and I was probably sweating. Or maybe it was because it was the middle of summer, I *always* wore shorts and t-shirts, and yet here I was covered up, head-to-toe!

I remember one other time - I used to dress up at night, after I'd gone to bed (while mom and dad were up watching TV in the other side of the house.) I'd sneak into my mom's drawers and grab an article or two, play around a little, before stashing them under my bed. Usually the next day when I got home from school (before my parents came home) I'd dig 'em out from under my bed and put them away. One day, I came home from school - and they were gone! I looked frantically, checked all over the place, even looked back in her drawers - and eventually found the articles I'd "borrowed" the night before... in mom's laundry hamper. So at some point after I'd left for school in the morning she must've found them. She never said a word though.

[AnneTipodean]

My wife caught me out, she found my stash and while she was relieved to find the clothing wasn't from me cheating she was confused and hurt by it.
We did discuss it and she seemed to be a little supportive of it for a while but it has become a topic that she is no longer interested in talking about.

[Stephanie_Gael]

my heart was beating a mile a minute and I was afraid
Alana

Alana, I know exactly how you felt: that day I was almost caught my heart was positively thumping!
Maybe it was part adrenaline also, but it was some kind of high!

[Gillian]

Who has not come close once or twice? The adrenalin rush is a drug of choice of many. After almost getting caught, you can see why many start taking more chances. The rush from the "runners" high is similar, I like cycling and that also brings on a high. Maybe a mix of both might bring on a new rush??

[Stephanie_Gael]

My father almost caught me, also.
I've often wondered what would have happened if he had.
I think I was about 14 at the time!

[Kyra]

Mom caught me when I was 7 or 8. That's when I first started dressing. She would hang her pantyhose in the bathroom to dry after washing them. I would go in the bathroom and put them on. I would stand for long periods, just admiring the look and feel of them.

One day she needed something from the bathroom while I was in there. (Uh-oh!) I had locked the door, but she unlocked it from the outside. I was in such a panic to get them off before she could get in. I remember pushing the door shut with all my might as she tried to enter. She finally forced her way in and after her initial shock, she gave me a stern lecture on "how boys should dress and act".

I was mortified... and consequently, learned how to hide my dressing. I was never caught again.