rachelmncd
01-19-2009, 02:34 AM
I was enjoying my day off and decided to venture out. After getting dolled up, and before heading out the door, a small voice told me to hide some of the evidence at home and to grab my emergency boy wardrobe.
To read about my perfect afternoon of window shopping, check out this story:
My day off from work (http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/showthread.php?p=1576180)
Feeling confident, instead of heading home, I decided to make one more stop at the local mall (a place I usually try to avoid). I walked in and grabbed a couple of formal dresses to try on and headed for the dressing room.
In middle of trying on a cute formal black dress, my cell phone rang. No big deal, I'll just hit ignore and call them back once I get back to my car. Right before hitting the ignore call, I realize it is my wife but the caller id isn't from her work number . . . it was the home number . . . .
At this point, I can feel my stomach drop. She left a voice mail and said that she wasn't feeling well and decided to head home and was wondering where I was at (since I was suppose to be sick too).
I quickly got dressed and raced out to come up with a plan on getting back home. That is when I realized . . . I didn't pack my shoes and I was wearing an obvious pair of casual heels. I also had on some makeup and wasn't quite sure where I was going to wash it off.
I had no other choice . . . I ran out to the car and put on my boy clothes with winter hat and gator. Drove to the mall food court where I knew there was a family restroom I can use. I raced through the parking lot, not passing anyone but then needed to head inside. I took a path to minimize how many people could view my shoes and passed a boy that noticed my shoes right away . . . no time to worry, needed to get the makeup off. With the makeup off, I made my way back to the car, once again minimizing the amount of people that I passed.
As I drove home, I thought about how to explain some of the items that I may have left lying around to my wife. As I pulled into the garage, I had to take of my shoes and walk into the laundry room, hoping that she wasn't there. Sure enough she was very sick, sitting in the living room couch, watching TV. I came in and gave her a hug and then offered to go to the store to pick her up some soup . . . she luckily took me up on the offer and I was able to stash my Rachel clothes and was successfully able to return the sweater and leather jacket in it's rightful place before she knew it was missing.
That was too close and now I am trying to figure out how I am going to tell her about my hobby. Would rather tell her than to have her find out in a situation that almost took place that day. I will definitely post if I can get the nerve up to tell her.
To read about my perfect afternoon of window shopping, check out this story:
My day off from work (http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/showthread.php?p=1576180)
Feeling confident, instead of heading home, I decided to make one more stop at the local mall (a place I usually try to avoid). I walked in and grabbed a couple of formal dresses to try on and headed for the dressing room.
In middle of trying on a cute formal black dress, my cell phone rang. No big deal, I'll just hit ignore and call them back once I get back to my car. Right before hitting the ignore call, I realize it is my wife but the caller id isn't from her work number . . . it was the home number . . . .
At this point, I can feel my stomach drop. She left a voice mail and said that she wasn't feeling well and decided to head home and was wondering where I was at (since I was suppose to be sick too).
I quickly got dressed and raced out to come up with a plan on getting back home. That is when I realized . . . I didn't pack my shoes and I was wearing an obvious pair of casual heels. I also had on some makeup and wasn't quite sure where I was going to wash it off.
I had no other choice . . . I ran out to the car and put on my boy clothes with winter hat and gator. Drove to the mall food court where I knew there was a family restroom I can use. I raced through the parking lot, not passing anyone but then needed to head inside. I took a path to minimize how many people could view my shoes and passed a boy that noticed my shoes right away . . . no time to worry, needed to get the makeup off. With the makeup off, I made my way back to the car, once again minimizing the amount of people that I passed.
As I drove home, I thought about how to explain some of the items that I may have left lying around to my wife. As I pulled into the garage, I had to take of my shoes and walk into the laundry room, hoping that she wasn't there. Sure enough she was very sick, sitting in the living room couch, watching TV. I came in and gave her a hug and then offered to go to the store to pick her up some soup . . . she luckily took me up on the offer and I was able to stash my Rachel clothes and was successfully able to return the sweater and leather jacket in it's rightful place before she knew it was missing.
That was too close and now I am trying to figure out how I am going to tell her about my hobby. Would rather tell her than to have her find out in a situation that almost took place that day. I will definitely post if I can get the nerve up to tell her.