There are some such funny anecdotes here, this whole thread makes me want to just hurl myself out of my closet onto an unsuspecting world so that I can have an anecdote or two of my own...
Something sounds wrong with that, somehow - but what inspires me here is how all you wonderful girls take all these madcap adventures in your stride.
Glasses up to you all, gals - you've made my evening!
Vicarious Katey x (no, it does not mean I'm a vicar or vicar-like - look it up in your Funk & Wagnalls..)
"Put some lipstick on - Perfume your neck and slip your high heels on
Rinse and curl your hair - Loosen your hips, and get a dress to wear" Stefani Germanotta
Without getting to descriptive, my funniest was when I first went all out with makeup, jewelry.. the whole nine yards.. and had to wash down the bathroom mirror! Use your imagination!!!!
Halloween one year, I was dressed as a woman pirate, I spared no expense with details. I danced with my wife fast and slow dances
I was showing cleavage high heeled boots. rings on every finger wig past my shoulder blades. 3-1/2" hoop earrings, long nails {all the girly things)
then I went into the mens restroom to use the mirror and pee. ( I got a woooh from a guy) when I came out about 4 woman surrounded me. and asked me about it.. I said I was a guy. one woman grabbed my breast and said you are not..
I showed one my hands she said your not a guy, (they must have been drunk) I called my wife over.
I said tell them I'm a guy and also your husband.
My wife said thats my husband. she said " naaataww, no way"
I still got a no way.. then finally one said "I'm going to have to put the cuffs on you"
she was dressed as a cop.. I loved it
I forgot to add I won a price, (best pirate)
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Carpe Noctem
Cheyenne Hyde
"You may never exceed, your own expectations, of yourself"
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Once in Berkley, I parked my rental car and went to watch UW play California. They don't have a stadium parking facility, so I parked n the street.(Ladies, remember to always look back as you leave your car). My rental was a cherry red hatch back that looked like a zillion others on the street. After the game, I retraced my steps and soon discovered that I could not find my car. Four hours later, I decided to begin a new search, this time using the scientific method (I'm a smart guy, engineer and all that, I should be able to that, right? Right?)
Amberlee was growing impatient at my typical male incompetence, as her girl stuff was beneath the tire in the trunk and she wanted to
get dressed after she let me go to the game, you see...you do see that, don't you? Pay attention, here...so, five hours in, like a man in the desert, I managed to find the car, and got in, drove across the Bay bridge and stopped in a quiet dimly lit neighborhood got dressed , and just as I got ready to drive off as Amberlee, the very bright lights of a very large police cruiser were there, right up against my bumper, and a huge "blue", black man was tapping on my window. I explained that I was returning home from a costume party, as his huge bright flashlight travelled all the way down my short skirt, lingered on my legs in stockings, and back to my face.
Smiling sweetly, he told me that he stopped me because there had been some burglaries in the area, and that I could go. Oh, and with a wonderful grin, he smiled broadly and said, "have a nice evening, mam". I almost had an accident in my panties!
At a nice family motel, in Montana. Walking out of the third floor hotel room, and hearing the door shut, and lock! Stood there and just froze for a time, then serios thinking about what to do. Had a wig on, tight sleeveless black and gray dress just above the knees on, and 4 inch black patent heels. I decided to take off my heels, so i could walk or run faster. Then, just decided to head for the elevator and head down to the lobby, and go to the front desk, and tell the ladies i locked me out! No one on the elevator, got off at first floor, lots of kids and parents around, i blocked it all out, and went to the desk, and simply told them. They found another key, i thanked them, and headed for the elevator again. A number of people were watching. I got off at the 3rd floor, and a guy noticed me, and i waked past him down the hall, and he watched for a while. Got to my room, key worked, I went in, and rested for a while. Stress over. Laughed a little.
Vann, The wind blowing off your wig, had to be utterly embarrassing, and time must have stood still, while that guy shook his head. I would have been very uncomfortable.
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When I was in high school I had a small lawn business with my older brother, who knew I was a cross dresser. Our customers were rather elderly. The customers kept referring to me as his 'little brother' and me and my brother laughed but didn't correct them. A few weeks after I took over the business, I went to a neighbors house to clean out his flowerbeds and was wearing a tank top and short shorts(I had just gotten back from swimming). The old man runs out and starts yelling, asking what I was doing in his flowerbeds. I explain to him that I had scheduled his flowerbeds for that day and he starts yelling about 'lazy boys, sending a girl to do a man's job!' He informed me to go call Len and make 'him' do the work and then I got yelled at for having my 'sister' clean out the flowerbeds!
He found out the truth about a month later and fired me, but the look on his face was absolutely priceless! ^_^
A few years when I was going out I met one of the girls here for dinner and a trip to the casino. After dinner I went to the ladies room and my thing upon leaving I notice the back of my skirt was all wet. The plumbing was leaking on to my skirt. Told my friend we had to walk though town to get to the car. There was dress shop along the way we stop in I found a skirt in my size on the sales rack bought it and put it on and off to the casino we went.
GLENDA
I FEEL LIKE A WOMAN
Recently I went to a shoppng mall dressed en femme and was wearing a calf length skirt with an elastic waistband. The bottom part of the skirt in the back on the right side got caught in the waist band, so the skirt ended up exposing me somewhat in the back on the right side. I had a slimming slip on that covered up my bottom but the slip was exposed. I also did have panty hose on. In a store I was in a woman alerted me about the problem with my skirt, so I quickly left the store to get to my car where I could fix my skirt. When I was alerted of the situation I had been in the store a while so a lot of other people probably noticed.
Great stories!
A couple of summers ago my GG/GF/partner and I were out on my boat, anchored in a creek on a lazy weekend. Other boats where anchored nearby, with lots of people sunning themselves, swimming, drinking, eating, rafting boats together, etc. we were far enough from where I keep my boat that I had changed into Rhonda mode en route, so when we cruised into the creek and dropped anchor, it looked like two women on a big boat. I had on a gaff, one-piece bathing suit, attached forms, wig, full makeup, and 20 nails done in bright red. We anchored, and proceeded to the bow to lay out in the sun and enjoy the day.
After a few drinks, and after having more boats come in and anchor, many passing quite close and checking us out (approvingly, I might add), I decided that I needed a swim. Down I go to the swim platform, and then I lower gently into the water. I should add that Chesapeake Bay tributaries are GREAT to swim in in the summer. I swam a little around the back of the boat, but then headed toward a nearby sandy island beach. After lying around on the beach for awhile, I slipped back into the water and headed back to the boat.
I must note that I was feeling very VERY heady at this point, apparently passing rather close inspection from nearby boaters with nary a second glance. I felt quite femme, and was loving it thoroughly.
Did I say that I'd been drinking? On the way to the beach, I'd carefully done the breast stroke, or the side stroke, in order to keep my head above water. However, mix in the heat, the affect of the alcohol catching up on me, the wonderful sense of freedom I felt fully dressed and passing as a female in a bathing suit, I decided to kick it up a bit. I switched my stroke for the return trip to the crawl. Face down. Stroke stroke, swing head sideways for gulp of air, feel wig slip off in one quick fatal loss. SH_T! I said loudly to myself. Well, I thought, wigs float, I'll grab it and put it back on quickly. Wrong!!! Like a stone it sank. Thus began the swim of shame, male pattern bald spot gleaming in the mid-day sun. Boy that boat was far off.
I arrived, climbed onto the swim platform, climbed the ladder to the aft deck, and headed below to fix things. Being an old Boy Scout, I went and grabbed my spare wig and put it on. As I went back on the foreword deck, I was prepared for rude comments, catcalls, etc. instead, NOTHING! I was able to rejoin my GF and we finished the day out none the worse, other than my slowly subsiding stark terror attack from fear of ridicule.
Note to self: affix wig with wig glue before swimming!
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Be all the woman that you can be!
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. . . and now, On With The Show!
On one of the rare times I've worn false nails I lost one while at dinner and spent a long time looking for it around the table to no avail. When I got home that night I found my nail... in my underwear. Gotta be careful going to the bathroom wearing tight foundation garments with glued on nails.
But that really pales in comparison to the conversation I had with a young lady one night in a restroom. Read it word for word in this thread.
When i was in my 20's, i had a job at a big department
store buffing the floors at night. This was before walmart,
but the store was eventually bought by walmart...so it
was a good sized place.
They'd lock me in there alone at night. All by myself.
After a few nights, i realized i could dress up in anything
i wanted and do the buffing.
One night as I was coming around the corning in a skirt
and nice blouse, i saw the manager at the door with
his keys.
It turned out he was leaving and hadn't paid any attention
to me...i guess he'd come to pick up something he'd
forgotten.
It took a few more night before I was comfortable enough
to dress & buff again.
This was before stores even had surveillance cams. I'm
sure i wouldn't have lasted long had they had them....or
either someone, somewhere has some interesting old
film....
Kate! ♥
lol,i would have died,but looking at your pic,no wonder all eyes were on you,gorgeous gurl,but I think I would have slinked out the door asap,lol
oh wow,locked in with all those beautiful fem clothes,how could you not try everything on,must have felt like you were in cd heaven,but I wouldn't been able to enjoy myself after taking a heart attack,after seeing the manager,lol
♥ it was heaven....
I went to a white party, where the women wear white long dresses, and hats, the men, white suits. It was in a tent in a very large field.
I started across the field, and every few steps one on my heels would stick in the ground. Half way across I took of my shoes, now muddy and grass stained. When I got to the tent there was a big pile of sneakers. Apparently, most women wore them and carried thier party shoes. Next year I'll know better.
That was one of my favorite childhood fantasies, but in my case I hid out until they locked the doors, and then went shopping at the store. I even borrowed a wig from one of th maniquins. Remember, it was just a fantasy.Originally Posted by Kate Haze
When i was in my 20's, i had a job at a big department
store buffing the floors at night. This was before walmart,
but the store was eventually bought by walmart...so it
was a good sized place.
They'd lock me in there alone at night. All by myself.
After a few nights, i realized i could dress up in anything
i wanted and do the buffing.
One night as I was coming around the corning in a skirt
and nice blouse, i saw the manager at the door with
his keys.
It turned out he was leaving and hadn't paid any attention
to me...i guess he'd come to pick up something he'd
forgotten.
It took a few more night before I was comfortable enough
to dress & buff again.
This was before stores even had surveillance cams. I'm
sure i wouldn't have lasted long had they had them....or
either someone, somewhere has some interesting old
film....
Hi, I'm Steffi and I'm a crossdresser... And I accept and celebrate both sides of me. Or, maybe I'm gender fluid.
Also on Halloween..........at a club I frequented often........there is always one guy that hits on every new girl that comes to this particular bar. He saw me walk in and immediately asked if he could buy me a drink. Sure, why not? After a couple of hours we're sitting at a table with a bunch of friends and one of the girls says, "Garrett, you know that's really Glen don't you?" He turned every shade of red and was about to say something when one of the bartenders, who had the night off and was drinking with us at the table said, "Oh my God! I thought you were a woman!" Great laughs all around.
On one of my first outings I was driving down the freeway with Mimi and thinking about how comfortable I had become with being out dressed. Then it hit me that one of the reasons I was feeling so comfortable was because my bra and forms were sitting on the bed 15 miles behind us! It was too late to go back and I was wearing a cowl-neck sweaterdress that hid my flat chest so we proceeded to have a fun evening of dinner and shopping.
Since then, every time we go out the door the ritual is "Have your phone? Have your purse? Have your breasts?"
Eryn
"These girls have the most beautiful dresses. And so do I! How about that!" [Kaylee, in Firefly] [SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
"What do you care what other people think?" [Arlene Feynman, to her husband Richard]
"She's taller than all the women in my family, combined!" [Howard, in The Big Bang Theory]
"Tall, tall girl. The woman could hunt geese with a rake!" [Mary Cooper, in The Big Bang Theory]
BillieJo. The male voice coming out of nowhere has made me laugh a couple of times. When I walk up to a cashier or deal with wait staff I can anticipate when I need to soften my voice and be a little more girly. But I can think of a couple times when a very mannish thank you betrayed me. Once, I was walking through a department store looking for the exit when a guy asked if I was looking for for the ladies room. He told me it was right down there. He double taked when he heard the man deep thankyou. More recently, I was going through a tollbooth and was handing over my toll when the collector said the car ahead of me had paid my toll. Strange, but great. I said,wow,thanks. Drove away realizing it was a real guy thank you. So, now I'm doing some payback, and paying forward with an occasional extra payment for the car behind me.
Funniest for me but also one of scariest was in my teens.
Was borrowing mums things dressed to the nine's and she came home early, heard her coming up driveway.
Heart a racing, her best friend then calls, I asked her to wait a minute as I am trying to take this top up which was buttoned to the neck(80's fashion)
Managed to get out of everything in time, but then had to replace so wasn't caught.
Not sure how but did, laugh about it now, told mum the story years later. She laughed and said I was none the wiser.... Phew
Life is too short, take life less seriously
Hardly funny at the time, but now I can find the humor… I was 15 and had dressed-up within all my mother's and sister's things while my family was away shopping on a lazy Saturday afternoon. I was in complete gala and thought the afternoon was mine when, insanely, unbelievably, everyone came back. Here I was out on our patio wearing one of my mother's dresses and made-up as if for a teen glamour photo-shoot, lipstick just right. When I heard them coming in, I raced to the bathroom and just managed to almost close the door, but my sister hit it just right and stopped it closing. Here I was, dressed as if a teenage princess, pushing on one side of the door while my sister pushed on the other laughing, saying "what are you doing???" Somehow I won, took a shower, and later gave some lame excuse. Truth be told, this was the closest I have ever come to being outed. [Kind of now wishing my sister has won that tug-of-war on that bathroom door…]
When lost, alone, or blue I know I can always get through the day, for I've always another shade of lipstick to make things right!
I think there are plenty of small things each day. Tomorrow I am painting my hall so I made a stop by Home Depot today for some supplies. After grabbing one thing I am explaining to an associate what I am looking for next. Along comes a mother and a daughter who was about 12. She couldn't stop staring. So of course Mom comes to a stop and the daughter plows right into her. As we walked away to get what I was looking for, I told the associate that Mom is about to have a very interesting conversation.
A few years ago we all dressed for halloween and we went friends house hopping and of course you know what I was dressed as. We went to our friends house and there son answered the door and we walked in passed him and had a few laughs and had a drink and off we went to our next friend. Later that night my friend called me and told me that her son was asking if that girl in the short skirt was single and how she was my wife's friend. He didn't believe it and she asked me that I would have to dress up again to prove it to him. Sounds good to me. I thought it was funny.
When i was in my 20's, i had a job at a big department
store buffing the floors at night. This was before walmart,
but the store was eventually bought by walmart...so it
was a good sized place.
They'd lock me in there alone at night. All by myself.
After a few nights, i realized i could dress up in anything
i wanted and do the buffing.
One night as I was coming around the corning in a skirt
and nice blouse, i saw the manager at the door with
his keys.
It turned out he was leaving and hadn't paid any attention
to me...i guess he'd come to pick up something he'd
forgotten.
It took a few more night before I was comfortable enough
to dress & buff again.
This was before stores even had surveillance cams. I'm
sure i wouldn't have lasted long had they had them....or
either someone, somewhere has some interesting old
film....
And I thought I was the only one with that fantasy!
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