Amanda
09-27-2006, 12:24 AM
Now that I've recovered I just had to share the most embarrassing and scary experience I've ever had.
Yesterday I went out en femme for the first time for over a year. I rarely go out but at the moment my family are away and so I had the opportunity to spend the morning preparing myself doing my makeup and wig and choosing my clothes. I very nervously drove to the local shopping mall and spent a pleasant couple of hours browsing the clothes shops and then went to one of the major department stores where I bought 4 pairs of stockings and a pair of panties. I find it easier to shop in a big store as the sales girls are less likely to notice you or at least don't show it.
Anyway by now I wanted to go to the loo which was one of the new automatic types which seems to do everything for you except pee! Well being a lady I of course lifted my skirt and slip, lowered my panties and sat down to do my business. I always hold myself down so that the stream doesn't shoot over the top of the seat. When I finished I stood up and to my absolute horror I realised that I had been sitting on my skirt and it had been down in the toilet, I had peed on it and it had a big wet patch the size of a large handbag.
It is a silky grey skirt with knife pleats in the front and plain at the back. I took it off and tried to wash the stain under the automatic tap which only helped to increase the size of the wet patch. Now I put it under the drier which wouldn't dry a damp squid in a desert. While I'm standing there in my slip waiting for a sign that it may dry the warning light starts flashing that the door is about to open. Apparently they have a time out so that people don't sleep in there or something. By this time I was in terror mode and quickly put my skirt back on and the only thing I could think to do was to turn it round so that the pleats were at the back and the plain panel in the front and hold my small bag of stockings and panties in front of me as I pressed the button to open the door.
Of course outside there was a queue of people waiting to use the loo. I freaked and I think I muttered sorry and ran through them. I was so afraid my cover was blown and that everybody realised I was really a guy. My car now was at the far end of the mall and I just ran very unladylike until I'd rounded a corner and was sure that no one was following me. I could hear my heart thumping away and I'm sure everybody I met could too and it seemed that everyone was staring at this strange very tall women dashing down the mall with her skirt on back to front with a very large wet patch on the front of skirt.
My was I glad to get back to my car and get home. I don't think I'll be going out again for a very long time.
I wonder if any of you girls have similarly embarrassing tales to tell.
Yesterday I went out en femme for the first time for over a year. I rarely go out but at the moment my family are away and so I had the opportunity to spend the morning preparing myself doing my makeup and wig and choosing my clothes. I very nervously drove to the local shopping mall and spent a pleasant couple of hours browsing the clothes shops and then went to one of the major department stores where I bought 4 pairs of stockings and a pair of panties. I find it easier to shop in a big store as the sales girls are less likely to notice you or at least don't show it.
Anyway by now I wanted to go to the loo which was one of the new automatic types which seems to do everything for you except pee! Well being a lady I of course lifted my skirt and slip, lowered my panties and sat down to do my business. I always hold myself down so that the stream doesn't shoot over the top of the seat. When I finished I stood up and to my absolute horror I realised that I had been sitting on my skirt and it had been down in the toilet, I had peed on it and it had a big wet patch the size of a large handbag.
It is a silky grey skirt with knife pleats in the front and plain at the back. I took it off and tried to wash the stain under the automatic tap which only helped to increase the size of the wet patch. Now I put it under the drier which wouldn't dry a damp squid in a desert. While I'm standing there in my slip waiting for a sign that it may dry the warning light starts flashing that the door is about to open. Apparently they have a time out so that people don't sleep in there or something. By this time I was in terror mode and quickly put my skirt back on and the only thing I could think to do was to turn it round so that the pleats were at the back and the plain panel in the front and hold my small bag of stockings and panties in front of me as I pressed the button to open the door.
Of course outside there was a queue of people waiting to use the loo. I freaked and I think I muttered sorry and ran through them. I was so afraid my cover was blown and that everybody realised I was really a guy. My car now was at the far end of the mall and I just ran very unladylike until I'd rounded a corner and was sure that no one was following me. I could hear my heart thumping away and I'm sure everybody I met could too and it seemed that everyone was staring at this strange very tall women dashing down the mall with her skirt on back to front with a very large wet patch on the front of skirt.
My was I glad to get back to my car and get home. I don't think I'll be going out again for a very long time.
I wonder if any of you girls have similarly embarrassing tales to tell.