OK – here goes a confession…
There are some genuinely scary stories here - this was only scary for me...
In my early 20s I shared a flat platonically with a young lady friend I worked with – this was at a time when I was actively dating so CDing was ‘in remission’ to some extent. After a few months in the flat together I had a day off sick, was feeling sorry for myself and was horribly tempted by what my flatmate had in her wardrobe (she was shorter than me, but about the same dress and shoe size). Well, I know I shouldn’t have, but with my own girly underwear I could not resist trying on a strappy, red satin party dress and matching shoes. I figured it was the middle of the day and I knew she would be at work all day… :doh: you can guess, can’t you. I’m striking a nice pose in front of her wardrobe mirror and I hear the apartment door open.. fortunately there is one long flight of stairs up to the apartment but the stairs are right opposite mine and her bedroom doors – so no way I can make a dash for it to safety. There is another exit to her room but it’s out onto an open balcony at the front of the building… nope. Not going there. I have only one choice left (footsteps are getting closer to the top..) – I strip completely, just get her dress and shoes back in the wardrobe and my underwear stuffed under her bed before the door opens, I duck to conceal my embarrassment also behind the bed so she can only see me from the waist up and then deliver a very lame excuse about looking for coins to feed the electricity meter as I was about to have a bath :eek: (hence being stark, b*llock naked) and would she mind waiting in the lounge while I ran back to my bedroom, hoping fervently she wouldn’t look under her bed and find my underwear. She didn’t. :o
I've never told anyone else about this... kept me in the wardrobe for a while again.
The things we are driven to do…
Katey x