Yep! It finally happened to me.
This morning we had an election. Since I'm still registered as a guy I figured it would be quicker and easier if I went in a men's poloshirt and a leather jacket. O.K., the jacket is really a women's, but it looks a lot like Fonzie's jacket and generally passes as a guy's jacket when I want it to.
On the way home from voting my spouse and I stopped at a local station for some gas for the car.
I'm just about to get out of the driver's seat when my manicurist drove towards me, heading for the other side of the pumps!
Crap! I don't want her to see me like this!
I quickly bloused out my jacked to cover my shirt and look a bit boobier and asked my spouse if she would please go pump the gas.
My manicurist and I smiled and waved at each other as she pulled further down the row of gas pumps. I never got out of the car, and she, probably in a hurry, never came over to my car either.
I have a manicure tomorrow so we'll see if she says anything. But wow, being busted feels pretty awful!
Hugs,
Persephone.