Eric/a
04-02-2006, 01:29 PM
I wonder if any of you have ever been spied on by a Peeping Tom that you know of. In a way, I guess that would be the ultimate "test" as to whether you pass or not! Well, maybe if you've ever been asked out, hit on, propositioned, or what have you, those are pretty good tests too, and at least you always know when they happen. With Peeping Toms, you may not know until afterwards - IF then!
Every now and then, the management at my apartment complex sends out a memo to everybody about Peeping Toms having been seen or reported. I usually haven't worried about it too much because, for one thing, I'm in a second floor apartment. For another, there are at least three GGs who live on the first floor in my building, and even my best en femme dressing and make-up doesn't make me look anywhere near as good as any of them! In all, I thought I was pretty much "safe," at least as long as they lived there too!
Last summer, though, I found out different. The new management decided to have all the buildings re-done on the outside. That meant new weatherproof siding, new roofs, the whole bit. They'd do two or three buildings at a time, and there'd be scaffolding all the way around whichever ones they were doing. When they got to my building, it was near the end of the summer, when I usually go all out with my CDing. Besides dressing up and going out en femme, I usually go to the pool a lot, usually as a woman in a one-piece bathing suit. I guess that gave the Peeping Toms, whoever they were, more than enough chances to see which apartment I lived in. I didn't think I passed that well, but, in a way, I hope for their sakes I did. If they knew I was a guy and still wanted to watch me undress, that would mean they had even more "problems" than I did, at least so I'd think!
Well, one Friday night, when I got back home from a night out, I was walking from my car to my apartment, and didn't notice if anyone was watching or not. I guess I was too taken with the sound my high heels were making! I got inside and started to undress, but then figured I didn't want to take off my wig and make-up yet, until after I saw how I looked in one of my babydoll nighties as a "woman." I slipped into it, put on a pair of my high-heeled boudoir slippers, and preened in front of my full-length mirror, checking myself out. Looks like I wasn't the only one! Then I went to my computer and decided to find a cross-dresser chat room. (Not the one here - I didn't know about this site yet!) I found one and went through the usual bit of saying what I had on, etc. I was getting pretty much into all that when I heard someone in the parking lot yell out something like, "HEY, YOU KIDS GET DOWN FROM THERE! THAT'S NOT A PLAYGROUND!" Right then, I heard the scaffolding shake as they climbed or jumped off. I hadn't noticed before, but one level of it was flush with my bedroom, kitchen, and living room windows. Even with the blinds closed, if you got close enough, you could still see through a gap near the edge. I always knew you could see OUT that way, but I never worried about anyone being able to see IN, because you'd have to get really close, either on a ladder or, this case, a scaffolding. I don't know how long they were up there, so I don't know how much they saw, but I figured I'd hold off on doing more dressing up until my building was finished and the scaffolding was gone! I guess I felt a little bit "put out" by having my privacy limited, even for a short time, but I'm sure it's nothing like what a GG must feel after something like that.
Every now and then, the management at my apartment complex sends out a memo to everybody about Peeping Toms having been seen or reported. I usually haven't worried about it too much because, for one thing, I'm in a second floor apartment. For another, there are at least three GGs who live on the first floor in my building, and even my best en femme dressing and make-up doesn't make me look anywhere near as good as any of them! In all, I thought I was pretty much "safe," at least as long as they lived there too!
Last summer, though, I found out different. The new management decided to have all the buildings re-done on the outside. That meant new weatherproof siding, new roofs, the whole bit. They'd do two or three buildings at a time, and there'd be scaffolding all the way around whichever ones they were doing. When they got to my building, it was near the end of the summer, when I usually go all out with my CDing. Besides dressing up and going out en femme, I usually go to the pool a lot, usually as a woman in a one-piece bathing suit. I guess that gave the Peeping Toms, whoever they were, more than enough chances to see which apartment I lived in. I didn't think I passed that well, but, in a way, I hope for their sakes I did. If they knew I was a guy and still wanted to watch me undress, that would mean they had even more "problems" than I did, at least so I'd think!
Well, one Friday night, when I got back home from a night out, I was walking from my car to my apartment, and didn't notice if anyone was watching or not. I guess I was too taken with the sound my high heels were making! I got inside and started to undress, but then figured I didn't want to take off my wig and make-up yet, until after I saw how I looked in one of my babydoll nighties as a "woman." I slipped into it, put on a pair of my high-heeled boudoir slippers, and preened in front of my full-length mirror, checking myself out. Looks like I wasn't the only one! Then I went to my computer and decided to find a cross-dresser chat room. (Not the one here - I didn't know about this site yet!) I found one and went through the usual bit of saying what I had on, etc. I was getting pretty much into all that when I heard someone in the parking lot yell out something like, "HEY, YOU KIDS GET DOWN FROM THERE! THAT'S NOT A PLAYGROUND!" Right then, I heard the scaffolding shake as they climbed or jumped off. I hadn't noticed before, but one level of it was flush with my bedroom, kitchen, and living room windows. Even with the blinds closed, if you got close enough, you could still see through a gap near the edge. I always knew you could see OUT that way, but I never worried about anyone being able to see IN, because you'd have to get really close, either on a ladder or, this case, a scaffolding. I don't know how long they were up there, so I don't know how much they saw, but I figured I'd hold off on doing more dressing up until my building was finished and the scaffolding was gone! I guess I felt a little bit "put out" by having my privacy limited, even for a short time, but I'm sure it's nothing like what a GG must feel after something like that.