Oh my, my butt was almost in a sling today. Oh ya you go ahead and laugh.
It's Monday and everybody is back to work and I am in the middle of getting dressed for the day.
Pictures this, I am in my panties and a bra putting my face on and just combing out my wig when the wife said " hold on I'm coming"..
She said we have company and I didn't know which way to run or go. It was a neighbor if you call a neighbor who lives two hollowers over a neighbor?. Seems he was hunting Virginia"s favorite things ( tree rags) and stopped by on his way home. Oh my God which way to run but of course to the shower and be saved.
Now my question to all is, have you ever had a close call?.
Oh yes, I will never forget two close calls. First was when I was about 18, my Mum was out for the day, or so I thought, and there I was in all my glory, dressed in her clothes from underwear, stockings, shoes, dress, cardigan etc, when all of a sudden I saw her walking down the side path past the lounge room window.
It was all systems go, I needed about 4 pair of hands trying to get a everything off at the same time and I too headed for the bath room because I remember having a dress stuck trying to get it over my head without unzipping the side zipper, but it all ended well as she was only coming home to pick up something she’d earlier forgotten, and she went out again within a short time.
The other time was a few years later when one night I was all dressed up to the nines out having a stroll along the street. At that stage all I used to wear for headwear was a scarf tied around my head, but my hair then was fairly long as the fashion at that time was for guys to wear their hair longer, when all of a sudden a Police Car stopped beside me, which I suppose was just for a routine check at that time of night.
I got such a shock I just suddenly took off running down the street, down a side street and into a block of apartments where I ran up the stairs and into an upstairs laundry. I hid in a laundry cupboard for several hours and it was one of the most terrifying times of my life at that stage. Fortunately, once again it all ended well because some hours later when I went back out into the street the coast was clear, but I never again went walking at night dressed up. Back then it was a misdemeanour offence for a man to walk the streets publicly dressed in women’s clothes, but fortunately that law was repealed and now we’re free to do so.
I laugh now thinking back to those times, but at the time it was certainly no laughing matter.
Kind Regards,
Sally.
Watch nature, because it’s our greatest teacher, it moves and flows and moves on again. We can never be free until we disengage, so allow life to flow as you find it. The way it is, is the way it is.
I have a system pretty well worked out where during the day if someone drives up into the driveway I can hear them. Not many people come to the house during the day anyway. However:
One close call was a woman friend dropped by unnanounced to pay back some money. I didn't hear her because I had gone to the bathroom and suddenly there is a knock on the door. I had no idea who it was. So I slithered over on the floor to my clothes, sat on the floor and changed. All this makes sense if you know the layout of my house. Then a minute later-I'm fast and there is no makeup-I went and answered the door.
The other time wasn't nearly as funny. I was sitting at the computer and I heard a car door slam. It was actually the next door neighbors car. But I jumped up from the computer and sprained my knee. It was a classic turn and run, described exactely in the knee injury stuff I read about later. I also tore the meniscus. It led to surgery and the knee has never been the same. I posted about this a few times here but not how it happened.
It was tempting to blame the injury on the dressing but it was something waiting to happen and if that hadn't been the cause something else, in a less benign setting than my own home, would have eventually accomplished the same damage. But to this day I don't like to wear the skirt I was wearing when this happened. I haven't thrown it out because I used to like it and feel like that would be giving in to something.
Absaroka
everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon
My wife now knows about my fem side, but back a few year ago when she did not, she had gone to her woman's club meeting and I thought I had the house for a couple of hours. I was sitting in the living room with black panties, black bra, and black slip on watching TV when I hear the side door open. Making a mad dash down the hall to the master bathroom, so I could change. I managed to bang my toe on the doorway to the bedroom in the process.
To be caught you first have to be hiding. I have stories about growing up - but since that is when Nixon was president its pretty much long gone history. I do have some interesting stories about running into people I know, but those are another kind.
This is sadly not a nearly caught story. It is a caught story. I got home from school and I knew my mother was not supposed to be home for quite a few hours. I put on my pink bodysuit that I had bought a few days before hand at Target. I was wearing it with just my jeans. It was a good look. My mother pulled in front of the house and I had the curtains mostly closed so I could see out but not be seen. I just barely saw her as she opened our gate. I booked it to my room and put on another shirt on over the bodysuit to try to cover it. My mother had seen me run to my room and asked me why. I could not lie so I said nothing. She noticed the bodysuit and asked me about it. I told her it was a friend of mine that was moving so my mother would not be able to meet her and ask any questions. She then asked why I had and was wearing it? My answer so unimaginative I was curious. I was then told to take it off and go do my chores.
Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons. As you are crunchy and good with chocolate!
When I was 11 I shared a room with my brother in the basement. It wasn't really a room, it was more of an "area", as there were no walls or door to actually make it a room. Well, hardly anyone ever went down there. My mom occasionally, if she had laundry, but I could hear the floor creak and would know she was coming.
Even though it was midday, it was pretty dark in the basement as over the years we had broken many of the windows so my dad just boarded each single panes as we broke them. My brother was gone with his friends and would not likely be back for several hours, so I had the place to myself.
This was not uncommon and I frequently spent time alone in the basement. In this case I was watching TV, a 13" black and white that only got four channels, the three networks and PBS. But there was MASH, Hogan's Hero's, All in the Family, Gilligan's Island, plenty to keep me entertained for the afternoon.
So I decided I would just watch TV in those red bikini panties. There I was laying on my stomach with my chin propped on on my hands watching TV in nothing but panties when I suddenly hear the sound of fast footsteps coming down the concrete steps.
How could this be? It had to be one of my brothers, but neither of them were supposed to be here. I had no prior warning because they had come in the back door which leads directly to the stairs to the basement. All concrete, so no creaking to warn me.
The one thing I did have going for me was the darkness. His eyes had not adjusted yet. I could take advantage of this. I quickly slid my entire body under the bottom bunkbed and kept myself propped on my hands as if I had been watching TV lying under my bed.
I think it worked because he asked me what I was doing under the bed, but never said anything else. I told him I was just watching TV and he seemed satisfied with the answer. It turned out that he had returned because he forgot something. He found what he was looking for and was gone just as quickly as he arrived. That would turn out to be the only close call I ever had.
First time as a kid, I was in the kitchen getting a drink of water and heard to front door being unlocked. There was no place to run without being seen, so I hid in the broom closet. It was one of my brothers and a couple of his friends, also looking for water.
Second time, was caught by my Mom. Nothing came of it.
Third time, after I was married, I decided to wear some of my wife's things and go for a walk. Since she had given me a wig, I figured what the heck, I looked convincing. Coming back into the apartment, my landlady saw me, and thinking it was my wife, she came knocking at the door. I ignored her and turned on the shower and hopped in, washing off the makeup.
Last time, just a few minutes ago, a guy selling froze meat came knocking. I went ahead and answered the door, wearing my pink top with faux lace cami peaking over the top. And one of my jean skirts. No wig or makeup. We stood at the front door talked about what he was selling, but I told him the freezer had no room. He thanked me for my time and left.
I think there are a few stages we go through concerning "caught" or almost. First would be our childhood which is basically the "I'm doomed" reaction. Happened to me about 12, mom caught me in sisters Sunday go to meeting dress. Basically a non event and was just told not to do it again (that sure worked). Second would be neighbors "the whoops, hope they didn't notice" type. Was on my deck one night in a long black peignoir, neighbor came home.....a shared driveway..and said hi..I melted. Third would be now in life.....the "oh well" stage. Theres too many of them to tell, but answering the door for UPS barefoot and forgetting about red toenails is an "oh well". Also leaving things out that people see, its just kinda natural now and "oh well". Not at all an in your face thing, just thats the way I am now.
Beyond all that though, is the well practiced "CD quick change" which most of us have done. Works for everything but a stuck zipper. There have been times when I just let the doorbell ring, which works also. I come and go as DeeDee now with my SO, but I do use discretion....its all common sense and your level of comfort.
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DeeDee
Too many to even think I can remember them all.
There was the time I was dressed in my sister's prom dress. We actually were on opposite sides pushing on the door! I won the strength contest and lived for another day.
Then when the wife caught me in her sister's wedding gown. Not a fun time.
Why even just the other day, I accidentally left my bra and forms on the bench in the cellar. Apparently were not seen.
Yes, myself also. I keep the male clothing on the bureau if company comes. Here, the bedroom is on the opposite end of the house from the front and side doors. Changing is easy except if I have lipstick on, I limit the make-up if staying in the house .
Happiness is dressing to your innermost desire and feeling.
I've never been that good at avoiding capture. Somewhat better now - after 40 years of practice -, but my wife seems to delight in coming home early, or even in telling me she will be home in 30 minutes when she knows she will be home in 5 minutes. When she does this, I blame her, but never out loud. I just change.
Times were not always so good. Once when I was 12, after summer school, my mother came home early and quietly to find me asleep in her clothes. She physically beat me. I was always big and tall, especially for my age, so defending myself wasn't too much of a challenge. Still, it had a profound adverse affect on our relationship that is a scar to this day. She blames me for hitting back, and for wearing her clothes. I blame her for reacting to the situation with violence. Perhaps we were both in the wrong, and I realize children do not come with owner's manuals. Still, children are not for hitting, and people need to get a grip on what is morally wrong, versus merely different.
Then there was the time a college student neighbor jock played peeping tom into our apartment and was so offended (by what he was not supposed to have seen) that he threatened serious violence. I knew his threats were real because he beat his girlfriend also. Fortunately, he moved out in short order.
Now, I've made a point not to answer the door, period, unless someone has made an appointment. Sometimes I will answer if I happen to be en Drab, and sometimes I still won't. Why encourage rude behavior?
