Close calls and getting caught

[Becky Blue]

Those who are in the closet or not out to their SO's have you had any close calls where you almost got caught? I would also like to hear some stories from people who did get caught. Can we steer away from discussions about whether or not one should tell or when one should tell as that is a whole other discussion.

In my case at the start of my journey i was almost caught by my wife with the very first items of clothing I ever bought for myself. I had been away on a longish business trip overseas and had bought my first items of female clothing. I placed these just below the surface covered with some presents for the kids. My plane had landed very early and I got home around 6am. Being a very regular traveller those days, my routine was very similar and any early returns found me in a quiet sleeping house for at least an hour, more than enough time to slip my pretty new purchases into a bag and hide it safely.

Enter house quietly, open suitcase in lounge room, remove presents hiding my purchases.. about to collect up Becky's new clothes and I hear "hi I woke up" I have never gotten such a huge fright in my life, my heart stopped beating and time seemed to freeze, panic set in and operating on instincts alone I slammed the suitcase shut and shouted "don't look you will ruin your present". She said "wow it must be some present, looking forward to seeing it later" and went back to bed. Going in my favour was the fact that my mrs is blind without her glasses and even though she was looking right at my clothes she would only have seen a blur of colour.

Looking back now I had taken a massive chance and had she had her glasses on or had I not come up with such a quick and effective response it could have been a disaster. Finding out your husband has bought himself 3 dresses is not going to be well received. The positive to come from it was that I no longer take any chances and I am extremely careful these days.

[DIANEF]

It's happened several times, I have literally had my wife on the other side of the door when she came home unexpectedly early and I did a mad dash to the bathroom to whip my girl stuff off. Another time she phoned to tell me she was on her way, if she hadn't she would have walked in on me and pretty sure my son has seen this forum page on my PC at least once. She once found a pair of knickers I had left out, still don't know how I talked my way out of that one! Astonishing that she doesn't know about me, or maybe she does.........

[Barbara Black]

I was caught. I had been hiding my stash in the ceiling of the basement, in a back room. My wife, being shorter by me than a foot, was unlikely to ever reach up there, even with a ladder. Well, not paying attention as well as I should have, I knocked a little insulation out and it was on the floor. Being suspicious, she somehow crawled up there and found it. I had to confess, and she was somewhat relieved that I wasn't having an affair. She had deduced that because the clothing was of different sizes. No, all of it didn't fit me well either. It wasn't pleasant after that for quite a while, but now I dress in front of her freely. I guess I'm better than nothing.....

[Stephanie47]

Since your story was of "almost" getting caught as opposed to "getting" caught, here's mine. I have related this once or twice before. When I was a teenager I use to don my mother's clothing. There was not too much closet space in our apartment. My mother kept some of her clothing in the closet in the bedroom I shared with my brother. One day while my mother and father were out talking to neighbors I slipped into one of my mother's dresses. I kept an eye out the bedroom window and figured I had ample time to undress and dress in my clothes when I saw them enter the apartment building---NOT! I totally misjudged. I saw they had already entered the building and were in the elevator coming up. I did the fastest strip down and tossed the clothes back into the closet which meant hanging her dress on a hanger. Them I had to dress back into my own clothes. All this time they are yelling to get in and trying to bust through the light weight security chain on the door. I thought for sure the chain would break. I finally was presentable enough to unchain the door after I flushed the bathroom toilet to support my ruse I was on the toilet. I'm sure my mother knew I messed around with her clothes. I am also doubly sure my dad would have beat the crap out of me.

One comment on the thread as it relates to a wife finding you wearing women's clothing or discovering your stash. Unless you make some promise to change your behavior you really get "caught" only once. My wife knows I wear women's clothing. It's DADT. On occasion she will find I had failed to pack away a pair of panties or a bra or discard my water balloon breast enhancements in the kitchen sink. No discussion. No screaming. I just told her decades ago, which is the truth. I don't know why I do what I do. I just cannot explain it. And, it has nothing at all to do with you. Just don't give a woman some bullshit answer.

[ReineD]

This isn't about getting caught while in the closet. It's about getting caught going out partying dressed alone.

I caught my SO going out on his way to the LGBT bar in town one evening, while dressed. We weren't living together, but our relationship was such that we checked in on one another every day and told each other everything, especially going out in public, which we had just started to do together (shopping, meals, etc). Going out was still a rather big deal. We had been seeing each other about 6 months.

I had a last minute errand that evening in his part of town, so I decided to drive the four blocks to his house for a kiss goodnight. As I was turning into his street, she was turning out of it fully dressed. I turned the car around to go home, wondering where she might be going so late at night. She saw me turn around and she pulled into a parking lot. So I pulled up alongside her, and looked at her questioningly. She said, "Oh, we weren't doing anything and so I thought I'd go to ______". I smiled and said, "Have fun!" and off I went. I felt wretched. I couldn't understand why she wouldn't have told me earlier that she was planning this since, as I said, going out was a big deal then. I wondered why she wanted to go to a gay bar dressed as a woman. And most importantly, I wondered why she preferred going there alone, since I would have gone with her anytime. I went home and cried.

It took a few days before I spoke to him about it. I didn't know what to say. I was afraid of making it sound as if I didn't approve of the dressing, and I didn't want to let this fester inside and make up all sorts of stories by myself which may or may not have been his truth. I can't remember how I communicated to him what I was feeling, but he was impatient and felt put upon that I should feel as if I had any say in what he had chosen to do on an evening when I wasn't there. He felt spied upon and he couldn't understand why I should have questions.

Needless to say, it was just one of all the little things that got swept under the carpet. A lot of things got swept under the carpet - all the conversations that didn't get to the bottom of things, when I made assumptions he would rather dress and hang out with men, or with other GGs, or alone than with me, and I wondered if I was fooling myself in our relationship - to the point where, eventually, I reached a point of expecting nothing from him. I was getting ready to move on, since we only saw each other a few hours per week by that time, his choice. Lots of tears on my part throughout this period, mostly alone, although I would try periodically to sort it all out between us. But after several years, I eventually got to the place where I considered that our relationship was just casual, and where I was no longer interested in sharing big parts of my life with him either. I had stepped back. And then suddenly my SO realized that things had changed between us. I guess he came out of his Pink Fog. I don't know what, specifically, happened to turn things around, but he did make a supreme effort to include me in his life again. It took a long time for me to trust that he did want me in his life and when he asked me to move in with him, I said no. It took another year before I did. It's all OK now, but we almost didn't make it.

I don't know why I typed all this out. I hope it wasn't a downer.

[bridget thronton]

Thanks Reine - your posts are always appreciated.

[Lacey New]

My wife is a night owl and I am an early bird. Early one weekend morning when I just was sure she would be asleep, I decided to trade my cotton jockeys for a pair of Maidenform floral print nylon panties under my shorts and walk the dog in the woods behind the house. As I approached the back door of the house, she was on the deck telling me to hurry up, we had an engagement that morning that I had forgotten. I dashed back into the woods removing my shorts and panties behind a tree and left the panties under a bunch of leaves. The dog took the blame for chasing an imaginary squirrel right at that same moment.

[LaurenS]

Reine, not a downer. It's life, that's all.

i suppose you two discussed the things left unsaid from earlier in the story?

At this stage of my life, I find myself logically looking at compatibility parameters. At top is intellectual compatibility. Not sure why this is relevant to the OP... sorry did not mean to hijack!

maybe another thread sometime...

[Mafalda]

Red lipstick remains on my teeth... Foundation forgotten at the base of the ear... A black garterbelt satin lace found under a wardrobe... And a false nail is still in my sink draining tube somehow... I still wonder how I didn't get caught!

[ReineD]

i suppose you two discussed the things left unsaid from earlier in the story?

Not really. But then, discussing this is no longer necessary. I'll explain why.

In the beginning, my understanding of the CDing and my SO's understanding of it was vastly different. He knew what it meant for him because he lived with it and he had lived with it for a long time. I could only look at his actions, and interpret them based on my own experience and knowledge, which was severely limited at the time, not having experienced any need to crossdress myself, and not having been exposed to it on a regular basis while growing up among my family, friends, coworkers, peers, etc.

And so when I perceived that my SO wanted to do things on his own while dressed, I took it that he preferred being dressed and interacting with others when I wasn't around, which translated to wanting me around just sometimes but not other times. When I looked at dressing up in sexy outfits and compared this to my own reasons to wear particularly sexy outfits and not regular, everyday clothes, (to be attractive to male partners), I didn't understand that his motive was not to expressly be attractive to men.

And when I saw the ramping up - more clothes, more going out, getting women's haircuts, piercing ears, shaving all over all the time, growing finger nails, photoshoots, posting pics online, seeking to interact with others increasingly as a femme self without me, knowledge that he had fantasized about men in the past - I felt as if he was becoming increasingly a woman and I wondered about his commitment to our hetero relationship, since I am hetero. I knew that I was not attracted to women.

And so all of those things felt as if I was more committed to him than he was to me. And I felt sad. But, over time (we've been together 10 years now), several things happened. Eventually my SO got as far with it as he wanted to. There was no more ramping up. Seeking to have social interactions with others without me being there, stopped. My SO began to prioritize the other things in his life again. If he had always prioritized these other things, it had escaped me during our first few years together. And slowly, I stopped feeling as if the CDing was a threat to our relationship, which over time reached a place of stability. I know deep in my heart now that my SO is utterly committed to me as I am to him. It just needed a while for me to get there, while I was on the learning curve of what the CDing meant to my SO. There's no way around a wife needing to go through the learning curve. Verbal reassurance from a CD spouse helps, but ultimately a wife needs to get to the point where she understands the CDing intuitively and this process takes a lot of time. It takes things being stable and consistant for a long time, with an absence of any desire to engage in the CDing without the wife's knowledge.

[Lana Mae]

It might not be the same but my daughter(who does not want to see daddy in a dress) came in my bedroom last night to look at a library on TV that has rooms you can stay in while there for overnight! I did not give it a thought but I was in one of my night gowns! Her only comment was " I would not wear that it shows off the boobs too much! Don't worry you don't have any!" (I don't sleep in my forms!) We got a chuckle out of that! Hugs Lana Mae PS: Reine always glad to hear your insight/experiences!

[Aunt Kelly]

Again, Reine, thank you for the gift of another insightful post. :)

[DaniChan]

Never got caught, but had some close calls. But nothing major...Once I was at a department store heading to the lingerie section and bumped into a friend. A few moments later and I would probably be holding a bra. That would be fun to try to explain...

[Ally 2112]

I never got caught although i came close way to many times .Also Reine your post hit home i also got way caught up in the fog and being selfish .I did learn a hard lesson from this and also realized i just have to be single for any of this to work for me .I just could not put another women or myself through this again

[Maria Blackwood]

Took a picture of a kitchen item I bought on Amazon to send to my sister. I put it on my bed just to have a nice background. I have this gray beadspread that acts as a good backdrop for pictures of objects.

Juuuuust as I'm about to hit send, I notice in the corner of the picture one of my red bras and clearly the top half of a purple chemise. I'm so used to leaving my CD things about, especially the bedroom, they didn't even register until I saw them in the picture. Fortunately, I managed to not send and retake the picture.

[Teresa]

Reine,
Thanks for your story and thoughts on Cders being caught.
Your last sentence says it all, if that never happens is the real problem ! So many of us do things without our wife's knowledge, a while ago I posted a thread about living the double life, sadly not all our partners are like you. Every so often we get a thread like Becky's about near misses and the dreaded possible consequences .

I'm glad to say that my wife knowing about my things and knowing where they are or accidentally leaving items isn't so much of a problem as long as she doesn't see me wearing any of it but she's OK about others seeing me now I go out socially.

[Mollyanne]

I was caught first by my wife and then my daughter. When my wife caught me (oh how I hate that phrase) I was dressed from the neck down. Not only was she shocked but called me some very nasty names. Now she knows but is not happy about it or supportive. When my daughter caught me I was totally dressed and sitting at my desk doing some intense program evaluations. I didn't hear her come in and when she passed my office she came in and was stunned to say the least.We didn't talk for a while and we re-established our relationship but my dressing is NOT mentioned.

Mollyanne

[DIANEF]

Just two days ago I logged on to my E-mails and on the list was a message from this forum about a deleted post (the 'mask' one). My wife was stood right next to me but was looking out of the window and I just managed to switch pages before she turned around.

[CarlaWestin]

Reine, your contributions are always appreciated.

One of my favorite almost caught stories that I've posted before was when my wife and her visiting mother left the house for a day of shopping. I had been dying to do something really extreme so I spent some time getting dressed in one of my favorite sissy girl outfits. As I was taking this checking myself in the mirror by the front door shot, I heard footsteps and then a key going in the lock at the front door two feet away.

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In about three high heeled leaps, I grabbed the camera and dove into my office. When I heard, "Hello!" I yelled through the bathroom, "I'm in the bathroom" although I was in the walk in closet frantically undressing. "Mom forgot her sunglasses. Bye!"

I had to laugh, standing there naked with makeup smeared all over my face.
Yep! This is worth a picture.

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[CONSUELO]

Hiding one's femme clothing, keeping stashes of clothing in secret places such as false ceilings, almost getting caught and escaping by the skin of ones teeth, etc., are common stories on this Site.
I always have a strong feeling of sadness when I read these stories. What a shame that so many of us have to exist in the shadows.

[Judy-Somthing]

Years ago I had a water balloon mishap and hung my full slip up to dry in our bedroom.
Well the wife who didn't own any slips came home and changed out of her work clothes and didn't notice it.

Real bummer one time is when my mother in-law thought it would be to clean my van.
Well she found a slip, bras, and panties. She told my wife that I must cheating on her but at least I'm a good farther to my children.

I did manage to lie my way out of why they were in my van by telling her that a friend at work hung them on my van as a joke and I was going to get him back.

I'm glad she found my 3" heels five weeks ago, I ended up telling her I've cross-dressed since eight and had some dresses.
She said "I can imagine what they look like" and that all the interest over the years on how women dress now make sense.

She didn't tell me she wanted me to stop or ask if I'll continue.

[sometimes_miss]

close calls where you almost got caught?
Too many to count. Most were in my childhood and teens; back when perhaps I was subconsciously WANTING to get caught, desperately hoping that I would be accepted and loved for what I was, as of course there was no way to know at the time (60's and 70's) how slim a chance there was of that actually happening. As a kid, once my sister had an afternoon job I would go home from school as quick as possible, and dress up and sit around reading her Cosmo, Glamour, Vogue, etc. magazines, dreaming of wearing the clothes I saw in the pictures. As I did it more and more frequently, and feeling perfectly normal dressed as a girl, I gradually started venturing to more distant parts of the house and inevitably, someone would come home earlier than expected, and I'd have to figure out a way to change back to my boy stuff and get the girl clothes back where they belonged.
At other times, at the place where I was molested (basically an abandoned apt in his house) pretty much adults never came up there, so I felt pretty safe dressed in girl stuff. But a few times a couple of the other kids came up and I quickly had to change back and hide the girl clothes in an old dresser.
As an adult, older and wiser, I would simply double lock the front door and put on the security chain. The getting caught problem was much less, because the only way in was through the garage, and I would be able to hear the garage door opening and run back to my room and change. The one episode there was when I was doing my 'girl' laundry and forgot it was in the dryer, so when a roommate put a load of wash in the washing machine, I had to figure out how to get my girl stuff back to my room without anyone seeing; I wound up wrapping it all up in a big beach towel.
Once married, I had spent lots of time dressed up while my wife was at work. A few times my in-laws came over with the grandkids and I had to grab some clothes waiting to be washed to change into, or, when I was in the attic, take some stuff that was stored up there for the opposite season.
Got away with it all until I left a slip out after changing back before my wife came home from work. The odds had simply caught up with me after 30 years. I guess that's not so bad.

[wendy]

I've had many close calls :

- my wife took an evening class at a University close by, and the class was supposed to end around 7 pm, and she said she would call me so I could go pick her up. As i'm watching TV in the living room (dressed in all her clothing), I see this car pull up in front of our house, and the person getting out was her ! So I quickly did a mad dash to undress and just in time too. A classmate drove her home that was why she was home early.

- my mom caught me wearing her dress. My mom stepped out in the morning so I decided to dress up in my mom's dress. It had a long sleeve so I thought I would wear my long sleeve PJs over so hide the dress. As I'm talking to my mom I raise my hand and she sees the dress in the arm sleeve, and immediately tells me she wants her dress back. I thought my mom would tell my dad but she never did.

- this isn't CDing related, but I'm also into zentai. One evening while she was out with friends, I wore my zentai. She came home early so I rush downstairs to take the zentai off. Well, she did see it and was wondering why I was wearing a black gymnast outfit.

[Mafalda]

Hiding one's femme clothing, keeping stashes of clothing in secret places such as false ceilings, almost getting caught and escaping by the skin of ones teeth, etc., are common stories on this Site.
I always have a strong feeling of sadness when I read these stories. What a shame that so many of us have to exist in the shadows.

I feel the same... And i feel guilty since I'm not telling the truth.. I'll figure out how to tell my wife BEFORE getting caught

[Angie G]

I almost got chught my my wife son and mother all at different times. Now my wife knows and helps so I'm good there.Also kicking back on the couch mygrandson walked in All I had on was a pair of panties good thing i had a blanketto cover with.:hugs:
Angie

[DeeDeeB]

Got caught in Provincetown by my coworker. I was with my wife, so that was cool. My coworker is a very conservative person so I was concerned. However, she crossed the street, gave my wife a hug, shrugged and gave me one too. Since then I have dressed at work and she is fully supportive, if perhaps sometimes critical of what I'm wearing (she's embarrassed by my leggings). Ya never know...

Dee :fairy1:

[ShirleyN]

Hi becky. sure did. when I was teenage, i was caught numerous times by my mum. Fairly awkward and embarrassing I have to tell you.

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Yes I agree completely. Having to hide your "femme wardrobe" can be pretty soul destroying, especially if you have an extremely intense urge to dress. You shouldn't feel embarrassed or ashamed of your feminine side and nobody has any right to try and make you feel ashamed of it.

[elliemoss]

I think I put this story up before. The scariest moment of my life! My brother and his fiance asked me to house sit for a week while they went on holiday and look after the pets. I was in UNI at the time but happened I had the week off to study so was really happy to do it (for obvious reasons). I brought a wig, heels, and some basic make up and hid them in my bag of clothes and things for the week. I saw my brother and fiance to the door and waved them goodbye as they pulled out of the drive. I closed the door super excited and ran upstairs. I couldn't wait to go into their bedroom and look through all of his fiances clothes (she's quite a fashion-ista). I seen this beautiful really long slinky black maxi dress and pulled it off the rails. I brought it into the spare room where I was sleeping. I just couldn't wait and took my clothes off and then slipped into it. I took my heels out of my bag. I sat on the bed pulled the dress up put my heels on then stood up and let the dress fall down over the heels to the floor. I walked slowly down the stairs to the full length mirror in the hallway to see how it looked. Even though I had no make up, wig or bra on in a strange way I thought "wow it really suits me". I walked into the kitchen hearing the heels clicking on the kitchen tiles then THEN ..... in the corner of my eye I could see the shadow of a car pulling into the drive way through the frosted glass beside the front door. For a slpit second I froze then fight or flight took over and I grabbed the hem of the dress and ran as fast as I could in my heels up the stairs. As I was almost at the top I could hear the keys and the door opening. Instinct took over and I hurried into the bathroom and locked the door. My heart was beating out of my chest. I heard my brother come up the stairs open his bedroom door shuffle around then close it take out his keys and then run down and close the front door. I then heard the engine start up and the car drive off. "phew".

I had a few awkward times with an ex girlfriend. Just small awkward moments. Looking back I do regret not telling her. I don't think it would have saved the relationship (there were many other issues) but I think we both would have been less stressed and on edge and would have led to us being more understanding and open with each other but life lesson learned. Next time I get into a serious relationship let her know pretty early on.

[Helen 2]

As some of you know my wife is DADT and has never 'caught me' dressed since we have rules, but back when I was 15, Mom and I were coming home from the movies, me fully en femme to find my Dad (who was supposed to be flying in the next day) in the living room waiting to surprise us. Surprise us, did I say? Once he realized I was the lovely young woman in the brown dress who had just waltzed in the door, he lunged at me, ripped the wig off my head and my dress from my body leaving me weeping in a heap on the couch in my girdle, stockings, long line bra and a half-torn slip. I only saw my Dad cry twice while he was alive....once when I broke my leg in a bike accident and this was the other one.

The result was many hours with a shrink and other painful conversations and my Dad's and Mom's divorce several years later...

[~Joanne~]

before I told my SO, there were many times I almost got caught. Actually I did get caught but had an excuse here or an excuse there. Keep in mind that I openly wore pantyhose all the time so when I did tell her there wasn't much shock as I had dressed with her fully on halloween before the "talk".

Once I use her brush to comb out my wig, cleaned the sink and floor of any hairs that I saw but forgot the brush itself, she found them and freaked, I should her the wig (which was long and curly) and told her I was going to do gene simmons from KISS that year and wanted to see if the wig would work. The excuse worked for the time but I ended up fully femme that year instead which is the time mentioned above ;)

Once she went to work and the minute she left I decided to dress, had my pantyhose on and just put on a necklace when I her her coming through the door and up the stairs, naturally I got the hosiery off but completely forgot about the necklace. She saw it, there was no way she didn't but never said a word about it.

She never found my full stash. The funny part was, it wasn't hidden at all. Most of it was hanging in the closet right behind my drab clothes, she never looked.

[greeneyes]

I don't know why I typed all this out. I hope it wasn't a downer.

I did not think it was a downer, thank you for sharing. sometimes....it is good to look through the glass into others' situations.

[Trans_Cate]

My girlfriend once found a couple of receipts for some lingerie from a woman's clothing store in my wallet. She must have known about me because all she said was 'What are these, you big tr**ny?' She knew I hadn't bought anything for her & it clearly didn't cross her mind that they were for another woman. Interestingly, she never said anything more about it either...

[Aunt Kelly]

Oh, Helen. What a horrible experience. I am sure that many of us have something similar in our past. I know I do, though nowhere near as traumatic as yours.

All that pain, suffered by all involved, and for what? Some ancient, misguided notion about what is proper for one gender or the other. Yes, it's changing, but not fast enough.

Big hugs,


Kelly

[Karyn Marie]

I remember when I was thirteen I went into the bathroom and found one of my mom's bras was hanging on the shower curtain rod. She had washed it and hung it up to dry. It had dried, but she had not put it away yet. It was one of those padded bras that held its shape even with nothing there to fill it. Well, I sat down and took my shirt off and put on her bra, then put my t-shirt back on. OMG, it felt wonderful, and when I looked in the mirror, it took my breath away. I loved the look I had of having breasts. Well, I continued going into the bathroom the rest of the day off and on, and the next day, putting her bra on and admiring myself in the mirror. I later decided I needed to shower and put on my bathrobe and went into the bathroom to get the water going. I put on the bra and slipped my bathrobe back on. Just then, my dad walked in on me. I don't remember why, but I tried to play shy, not wanting to take my bathrobe off. He just told me, "Jesus, just get into the shower, what's the matter with you all of a sudden?" I knew he was not going to leave until I got into the shower. He was getting a bit irritated with me for not getting into the shower and we were arguing a bit. I finally stepped into the bathtub, bra, bathrobe, and all. Well, he just about went ballistic with me, and ripped open the shower curtain just as I was taking off my bathrobe and there I was wearing only my mothers bra. He went even more ballistic and started yelling at me and asking what the hell I was doing wearing my mothers bra. Of course my mother was in the living room and heard the commotion and came down the hall to the bathroom to see what was going on. My dad stopped her as I was naked, but told her I was wearing one of her bras. Geez, things just got worse from there. She started crying and my dad just kept asking what was wrong with me. I had no idea what to say, but there was no way I was going to tell him I enjoyed it, and wished I was a girl. Well, I took my shower and took as long as I could because I knew what was coming and dreaded what they were going to say to me and how I was going to answer their questions. Remember, I was only thirteen. I finally finished my shower and got dressed and sheepishly went into the living room where my younger sister and younger brother were sitting along with my parents. They were all looking at me. I could have crawled under a rock and never come out. My brother and sister were sent to their rooms by my mom and dad so they could talk to me, and I braced for what was to come. My dad said he was so ashamed of me, and asked what was wrong with me, demanding to know why I was wearing my mothers bra. I don't remember how the exact conversation went but that was the gest of it. My mom just stared at me, and cried a bit. All she could say is don't do it again, and be proud of being a man. It was never mentioned again, however, I know my dad never forgot it. He never really had a lot to do with me before this, and it seemed only to intensify after. He turned his attention to my younger brother and did more with him than he ever did with me. He is still alive today, but I have not seen him, nor my mother, in over two years. They don't know I cross dress, and have since I was a small child. This was the one and only time I was caught, but I know he thought I did. It really did traumatize me, and I have never gotten over it, and always felt uncomfortable when in their presence.

[Becky Blue]

Wow a few very sad stories from parents particularly. Karyn and Helen my heart goes out to you...

[Swimtran]

(sorry if this posted twice, I had some trouble trying to edit some typos.)

I've been very cautious over the years, but I did get caught twice, and had one close call. Thinking back, I realize that I've taken some huge risks, but managed to get away with them every time...almost.

The times I got caught are sorta boring, because my it was discovery of my stash, rather than getting caught with a bikini on. The first time I was a teen, and I had collected a bunch of my mom's things between my bed and my wall. One day while I was in my room reading, she decided that she needed to vacuum in that very spot, precisely because it hadn't been done in years. I tried desperately to prevent her, but she wouldn't take no for an answer. It was clear to her that I was hiding something. Finally I gave up and took everything out: her bathing suit, her Leotard, some pantyhose; and tossed it on the floor. I wept with shame. She was shocked and nearly speechless. Seeing how devastated I was, she reassured me (or more likely herself) that this was normal for a boy discovering his sexuality, and showing an interest in girls. She didn't ask about the stains on her bathing suit, which I had ruined, but she did end up washing it. We never spoke of it again.

Now that I think of it, some years later my dad found a bikini I had stolen, stashed in a dresser full of old clothes in the basement. Nobody asked me about it, but it was quietly disposed of.

Luckily, I had a very understanding and quietly supportive family. I am truly blessed.

Many years later, after much practice, and carefully picking my moments, I had avoided all suspicion. By now I was married 6 years, and my wife had no clue. She was about 8.5 months pregnant, and I was working from home. She left the house for an errand, which she did most days, and usually was gone for a couple of hours. I had eagerly anticipated this, and was getting ready to take pictures of myself in lingerie. Not 30 minutes later, I heard the garage door open. I sprinted to the bathroom and locked the door while I frantically undressed and hid my outfit in the cabinetry under the sink. She knocked on the door asking if I was OK. I think I still had my panties, garter belt, and stockings on as she knocked. I emerged in my own t-shirt and briefs, and told her I had been sick. I was actually trembling and sweating profusely, from terror of getting caught. Luckily this made my story believable. She giggled and said I was funny, so I suspect she thought I was jerking off. I managed to sneak out my stuff later on before she ever opened the cabinet.

The next time, a few years later, I got caught. That was this past September, when I had mistakenly forgotten to put away my stash. I had taken advantage of a moment when my wife had left to take our son to school, and I was supposed to be leaving for work right after her. I wore my favorite bikini for a bit, then did a bit of remote work, before packing up and going to the office. Usually when I did this, I felt anxious about covering my tracks the moment I left the house. Usually I put everything away and cleaned up after myself. This time I was less anxious, and of course that was the time I left my bag of goodies on the floor in the bedroom. I distinctly remember tying a tight knot, to make it that much harder to open if ever it was found. Later that day, she sends me a text asking what the bag was. My heart imploded, and I was a wreck for the rest of the day. I told her it was trash, hoping vainly she wouldn't be able to open it, and that she'd just toss it. An hour later she texted me laughing about my "hooker shoes," as if it were a joke I hadn't let her in on yet. Her texted questions got insistent, and I deflected, telling her I would explain later. I thought about trying to cook up some elaborate lie to cover up the uncomfortable truth, but in the end I decided that I had to own up to it, finally, after all these years. She took it badly, but it made us closer. We DADT now.

[JessMe]

Gosh, there were so freaking many! Lol ...I really don't know where to start, so I guess I'll start from the earliest, and try to be brief as possible : around age 5, I was in a play at school. The costume was an ant, which was made by sewing "legs" on to a sweatshirt and wearing a pair of pantyhose. I was caught trying to get the costume down from the top shelf of my closet so I could wear the pantyhose again. It disappeared soon after. Later, maybe 6 or 7, my sister walked in on me wearing a makeshift dress. It was really only a sheet held up by belts, but I felt feminine and fabulous! Around age 10 or so, I was visiting with my aunt over the summer, and my mom called to ask if "there was anything we needed to talk about". My heart dropped because I figured, correctly it turned out that she had found my stash. I was kinda a firebug too at that age, and when I returned, my bag of girl stuff was gone but my lighters from the bag were on the microwave. Then, when I was 11-12, I figured it was about time for my period, so I started wearing pads at night (that's how that works, right GG's? Lol) ...anyway, I couldn't just throw them in the trash, so I hid them under the bed... one day, my dad was convinced that I had lost a release for a compound bow under there and started pulling out the drawers under the bed, while I pulled out the opposite drawers, and baaaarely managed to get rid of the evidence. Around that same age, my mom picked up my laundry and noticed my homemade "capris". ...that's all I can type right now, but there are more. I never got caught by a SO as an adult, because I always ended up telling them. ...I forgot to include the time I was forced to come out to my sister because she found "my" bra in my room. She held it up and asked "and what is thiiiiis?!" ...she was and is very cool and supportive. That's a plus.

[BLUE ORCHID]

Hi Becky I had a few very close calls early on, Now it is a DA/DT once in a while I will leave something out...:daydreaming:...

[Diane Taylor]

While I was still married and before I came out I was never caught nor did I ever have any close calls. Needless to say however this meant that my "closet dressing" times were very short but it was better than nothing.

[LaurenS]

Thanks. Very understanding of you.

[Scarlett398]

Hi Bec. I had so many close calls I couldn't count them all. I'm so glad I finally got caught while in full Scarlett mode. I was really hoping I would get caught to find out if my sexy redhead would leave me or love me even more. She loves me even more! There is so much relief knowing I don't have to worry about getting caught anymore. She's OK with the CD of mine but still wants me to keep it private and be Scarlett when she's not home. I hope one day that will change. But a respect and love my wife so very much, I currently know what my limits are and I will stay within those limits! Sincerely Scarlett

[AnnaBMarie]

I had taken some photos of Anna and stored them on a SD card. Somehow it got mixed up with some other cards. Several months later I installed a card in a digital photo frame to send to my cousin for extra storage. Before packing it up I thought I'd see what was on the frame's internal memory. When it opened the photos of Anna popped up. I had very nearly sent my cousin an entire photo shoot of Anna with some pretty risque shots. That was close!

[Ally 2112]

I already replied to this post earlier and had thought my days of almost getting caught were basically over .Lately it has been my Dad of all people since my moms passing he will phone and if i do not answer he is at my door .This morning i hear knocking im somewhat dressed (thankfully no makeup ) i get out of my clothes like a maniac as he is walking in my door i guess i left it unlocked which for some stupid reason ? . I was able to put some clothes on and meet him in the kitchen .Hopefully he did not suspect anything

[rachelatshop]

Hi. Rachel was helping me at the shop yesterday afternoon and she came as close to being caught as she ever has. I wear panties, garter belt and stocking under my normal work pants daily at the work shop. Some days when I don’t have any customers scheduled to come to the shop, Rachel will come to help me. By that I mean that I will replace my work pants with a half-slip and an old leather work skirt and my 4” pumps. Yesterday, Rachel was busy concentrating on cutting a very fancy pattern on the band saw, and didn’t hear the door alarm. The next thing she knew there was a customer standing at the entrance to the cutting room saying “excuse me”? All I could do at that time was step behind the table saw and hope that; 1 he didn’t see my skirt and; 2 that I would be able to satisfy him without having to expose myself. Fortunately he only needed to ask some questions and he made no indication that he had noticed anything wrong. It’s a good thing it wasn’t one of my female customers.

[Leslieluv]

Haha i was to scared to buy make up and my wife went to visit her mother and took her make up bag with her. Well i saw a fb post about making lipstick with crayons and coconut oil. Well made some pinkish red lipstick and it got everywhere and i mean everywhere. Well when my wife gets home she finds traces and assumes im cheating on her so i had to come clean. I was a wreck

[Stephanie47]

Wow a few very sad stories from parents particularly. Karyn and Helen my heart goes out to you...

I posted before on this thread. I did reread many of the posts, especially Karyn's and Helen's. Checking some ages of the respondents it seems many of the incidents occurred in the 1960's. I know my parents would have beaten the crap out of me. As a kid who sometimes was disciplined with a belt to the extent I had welts across the back of my legs, I know had my mother found with certainty I wore her clothes it would have been quite a scene.

Their posts and my experience has lead me to believe parents believe cross dressing or gay/lesbian behavior is a reflection upon themselves. I can remember my parents making crude and rude comments on occasion about gays. Or even guys with long hair and a beard. I remember that scene of my father voicing his disapproval of a guy with beautiful hair down to his butt. He turned around and had a full beard. "God damn beatnik!" was the expression. Boy, would I love to have that guy's hair now!

Maybe their reactions had something to do with their depression era and World War II experiences. Work hard and do the manly things.

[Steph65]

There have been a lot of times with close calls and being caught. Yes I was just turned 13 and my mom said who has been in my drawers and into my nylons and she looks right at me. I didn't say a thing. My mom knew and kept it quiet from my dad. When I was older and started to dress more I wore panties all the time and in high school it was even harder as I had worn panties and yes it was gym time and it was time to change into shorts and all. Lucky the t shirts are a little too long. Had one guy come by and pull my shorts down and I stepped back and tripped backwards over another guy....... some of the girls and guys looking to see what I would do..... I just pulled the shorts up and no one noticed too much as I quickly pulled up the shorts. My neighbour she noticed and confronted me after school. She knew what I was wearing. She never said a word.

In my later years I rented a basement with my own entrance and side door to the laundry room. I was wearing a skirt nylons and flats. I was washing some clothes and thought the Land lord had gone out for the day. I did not hear some one come down the stairs and there I was half dressed.... The landlords wife just looked at me said good morning and went about her business. I explained to her it is what I enjoy and was going out that night. Later that afternoonHer husband came home and left after dinner. I was getting ready to go out and she knocked on my door and wished me luck and even helped with makeup. A few moths later I was all dressed and decided to go to the store and as I was walking down the street I see the land lord walking his dog up the street towards me and I crossed the street. I Got home and put the milk away and was out the door and guess who comes up the driveway?????? my Parents!!!!! My Brother and my sister-in law!!!!! That was the fastest I ran back in the house locked the bathroom door and changed.What a big scare that was.

One other time I almost got caught buying panties and nylons. My bosses wife came up behind me and said I saw you shopping for those!!! I said yep they are for my GF. She looked at me funny and left it at that.

[CONSUELO]

I was caught dressing twice. Once by one of my sisters who caught me dressing and told my Mother. Another time my Mother wondered why I was taking so long over a bath and walked in on me wearing a slip belonging to my sister. She went downstairs and told my aunt, sister and her boyfriend. When I came downstairs he made a joke about it to further embarrass me. I cannot remember my reaction. I think I just tried to brazen it out. Nothing else was ever said and I just carried on dressing.
I feel sad for those whose fathers reacted so badly and angrily. I think my Father was always afraid that I was a bit girly. He saw me adjusting my pants once by using my arms to pull them up and commented in a rather nasty voice that I was behaving more like a girl adjusting her knickers beneath her dress. That was a long time ago when the sexual behavior stereotypes were much stronger.

[JennB]

A couple months ago I came closer to getting caught than ever before.

My SO (who is fortunately agreable to my dressing) and I were planning on being out of town for a week or so and had a pet that we decided to leave with a family member for care while we were gone.

After the family picked up the pet, I set to getting into my Jenn form entirely. Breast forms, cloths, makeup, wig, makeup, everything I could do. With that completed, I headed downstairs to my in home office to work for a while before we had a little "girl/gurl" interaction.

Not long after this, I heard the front door open and voices in the house that were obviously not just my SO's.

Immediately terrified, and in hindsight, stereo typically, I ran to the storage close in the basement and hid. Yup, actually hid. Fortunately, I had enough forethought to take my cell phone with me and texted my SO to find out what the heck was happen.

The time it took for a response felt like an eternity. If it was her mother or father who stopped by they would no doubt come downstairs to say hi. I was petrified.

Fortunately, after a few minutes, she texted me that all was clear and I could come out.

The pet had reacted badly to being brought to a family member home and they were returning the pet and would take care of the pet while were gone by stopping by instead of having it at their house.

Feeling very lucky, I was relieved.

While I know some on here have the courage to publically dress, I have not gotten to that point and don't know if I personally or professionally will ever be able to. I commend those that can, but I breathed a major sigh of relief.

I will admit, it has made me a little fearful of the random friend/family "drop by" visit as a result.

[Johninabra]

The first time I was caught wa when I was about 10 or 11, I was a latchkey kid an only child and had chores to do when I got home from school. Often my mother would leave the clean laundry in my room to be folded and put away. This meant folding my mothers delicates. Naturaly this evolved into me trying on one of her bras, I loved it and when I had laundry to fold and put away I would first look through for a bra to put on and continued with the chore. This made it much more pleasurable. One day she came home early and caught me doing my homework wearing her bra. She got mad, I told her that this was the first time I had done it, to punish me she made me wear one of her bras every day after school and anytime I was at home on the weekends. I tried not to act liked I was loving it but I was. After I used my allowance to buy balloons for breasts she told me I could stop wearing her bras and hoped I learned my lesson. I kept wearing them but was more careful. I think she knew but never said more about it.

[susancheerleader]

I was on probation a few years ago for something stupid I did. So I was subjected to random inspections at my house.
Well. One evening I was sitting watching tv. Wearing... yup. A cheerleader uniform. And tada. Who shows up but cops to do an inspection. Oh F---!
Well, I have no choice but go to the door and let them in.
They never say anything about my outfit as they inspect my house. But I feel like an idiot.
In the end, they left and was happy I was complying with probation terms.

It was local police. So eventually word got to my sister about me wearing a cheerleader uniform. She called me up an the first words where "what the f---?"
That another story.

[Pantiesnhose]

I was caught 3 1/2 years ago by my wife while pleasuring myself wearing her panties and pantyhose. She was not thrilled after much discussion she said I could wear when ever I wanted and did not have to hide my stash. But of the acceptance was that I did not go any further than panties and hose. I went shopping and bought my own stuff.

[Becky Blue]

Yikes, thats some scary stories. Interestingly the majority of you who got caught seemed to have come out of it mostly OK.