I remember that feeling when everyone in the house has gone out, your dressed up and then you hear the door open! heehee, it's amazing how fast you can move and get clothes off if needbe
I've not had that feel for ages cos I live in my own place now, but it was always scary but also very exciting knowing you almost got caught. I remember one time my dad came home and ran up the stairs and I was on the landing up the top of the stairs and I just darted across the landing and jumped into my bed fully dressed up At the time your scared but looking back now it was very exciting!
Ah, there goes Super Sophie, faster than a speeding bullet, as she makes a mad dash for the safety of the bedsheets! Yes, I can totally picture that! I've been there, too. I think many of us have.
The triphammering heart, the sweating with the effort to get the clothes off, the awful thrill brought on by fear of discovery, the burning sensation in the cheeks as you make up an excuse on the fly for what you were doing, the inevitable remorse... it all sounds so very familiar. Aaahhh, those were the good old days!
Yes, I remember those. I would set the alarm for the house. Then when it would go off I'd have a countdown.
I nearly got caught once when I was in my late teens. I had to call just to make sure nothing happened (meaning nothing was seen). I forgot and left the dress on my bed while I jumped in the shower. I was so nice that week. :: halo ::
I also remember getting excited when I knew my folks were going out for a loooong time. It was like, "Get out already!!!"
Beauty wrote:I also remember getting excited when I knew my folks were going out for a loooong time. It was like, "Get out already!!!"
Beauty
OMG lol That is so true!
I remember one time I couldn't go on Holiday with them cos I had exams at school so I had to stay at home on my own. I was like counting the days down for weeks lol
Yes girls a lot of us have been there done that! I can remember suing cold cream to get the make-up off and getting the mascara remover in my eye and all that then ttrying to explain why my eye was all red and watering.
On the philosophical side - this is an argument for "coming out." Sure takes that pressure off - well sometimes!
Love,
Deborah
First star to the right, then straight on 'till mornin!
You know funny enough I kind of miss the Thrill of getting caught dressing. Now that ive been out to my wife for over 2 years. But as a boy I remember vividly my attempts to find time to dress alone. And the sound of the car coming up the driveway. Yes the excitment was incredible if you know what I mean. however usually ending up in guilt shame purge " ill never do this again" ... well untill the next time my mom and dad went out .... Untill the time hit when I out grew my moms shoes and I had to start finding my own heels. Only to begin to outgrow her clothes too. Oh life was sad for a few years till I got my own place....
You know funny enough I kind of miss the Thrill of getting caught dressing. Now that ive been out to my wife for over 2 years. But as a boy I remember vividly my attempts to find time to dress alone. And the sound of the car coming up the driveway. Yes the excitment was incredible if you know what I mean. however usually ending up in guilt shame purge " ill never do this again" ... well untill the next time my mom and dad went out .... Untill the time hit when I out grew my moms shoes and I had to start finding my own heels. Only to begin to outgrow her clothes too. Oh life was sad for a few years till I got my own place....
You know funny enough I kind of miss the Thrill of getting caught dressing. Now that ive been out to my wife for over 2 years. But as a boy I remember vividly my attempts to find time to dress alone. And the sound of the car coming up the driveway. Yes the excitment was incredible if you know what I mean. however usually ending up in guilt shame purge " ill never do this again" ... well untill the next time my mom and dad went out .... Untill the time hit when I out grew my moms shoes and I had to start finding my own heels. Only to begin to outgrow her clothes too. Oh life was sad for a few years till I got my own place....
There is a sort of tension between the fear of getting caught and the satisfaction of simply dressing and enjoying it, without giving a thought to what anyone else might think. I can recall dressing at night, watching TV for most of the night, then going to the post office to mail bills and other items. Sometimes someone would come in while I was in the post office. Needless to say, a genetic woman would feel some apprehension in such circumstances; a CD would feel much the same, but with the additional apprehension that the other patron might “flip out” if he realized that the woman across the room was not a genetic woman. Fortunately, I have never had any bad experiences, but I definitely have felt the rush of adrenaline and the fear that someone might read me and react badly to it.
I have been blessed with a pretty good radar as far as being caught. The worst was decades ago I didn't know my sister was home, I dressed, the heard her & ducked in the kitchen then outside in the garage.
In recent years, I have gotten a feeling and more often than not it was right as I have changed & had things in order just efore the family gets back.
I vividly remember that mixture of terror and exhilaration, the mad dash through the house to reach some safe harbor before being caught. Oddly enough, I was never caught "en femme", but Mom would often discover me in the midst of putting something away, or she'd spot me dashing down the hall from her bedroom.
I always thought that I could better vocalize how I felt about dressing if Mom would just let me do it, but she never did. She never wanted to see me in her clothes, and if I somehow bought my own, she took them away from me and destroyed them. I didn't begin to assemble my first wardrobe until after I moved away from home.
The most common form of despair comes from not being who you are. - Soren Kierkegaard
That was kind of the way it was for me. My parents actually once told me this: "The underwear I can understand, but when you want to wear dresses, you want to be a girl." Back then, all I got from them was yelling and beating, so I didn't really have a chance to explain myself.
After I moved out, I went out and spent a good $200 on my femme wardrobe.
As far as getting caught goes. I was never actually caught en femme, just caught with the clothes themselves. Oh, well.
It sounds exciting, the tension, the fear, I kinda wish I was there. I started later so there was no one to catch me. I don't know if it's the same feeling, but some nights when I went out, I would almost run into a group of rowdy male teens(yobs). I would have to hide in a doorway, or behind a car till they passed. At the time this occured it was scary, now that I can look back,,,, it's still scary.
I will never forget the time I was 16 and slipped into my sister's black spandex leotard (she was away at college at the time so her closet was my gold mine) Anyway my mother was a nurse and was working the night shift so I was free and clear to dance around in the house in Sis's leotard until she came back from work the next morning! I could spend the entire evening dressed this way!
Or so I thought...
I fell asleep on the sofa still wearing the leotard, and Mom walked in 2 hours after she had left. Apparently she wasn't needed at work for whatever reason, and I got nailed.
I bet she was wishing she walked in on me having a party instead!!!
as you know, my mum knows and I dress when no one is home, but a few weeks ago my dad almost caught me. I was fully dressed, make up, everything, and My dad was out watching a cycle race, which was supposed to last for a whole afternoon. However, due to our wonderful summer, it didnt and i heard this car pull up with a familiar sounding engine. It was my dad ....... Fortunately, as he got out of the car, one of our neighbours started chatting to him, so i had time to undress, then i ran into the bathroom and as he came in to the house, shouted down to him that i was about to have a shower (which was true .... after i got all the make up off... he he)...
heehee, it's amazing how fast you can move and get clothes off if needbe 
Yes, I can totally picture that! I've been there, too. I think many of us have.
:: halo ::
if you know what I mean. however usually ending up in guilt shame purge " ill never do this again" ... well untill the next time my mom and dad went out 
