first time you got cought dressing

Funny how when parents catch us, they may complain or say not to do it again but then it is like forgotten after that...

Peers -
When I was like 8, I was caught by a couple neighbor kids when I was wearing hose. Nothing much was said though, not until I was like 13 when some a-hole decided to bring it up, loudly at ther bus stop while all the middle schoolers of the neighborhood were there. I don't think anyone really cared but until we moved out and I went to high school 2 years later, it was something always in the back of my mind, worried if it would get me laughed at some more. Once in a while some a-hole would talk about it just to embarras me...

Family - One time my dad had found a pair of hose under my bed, he had wanted to put my new baseball glove there to break it in. He chewed me out, threatened to make me wear them outdoors so the other kids could see, but then I don't think it came up again after that.

So, if the guys that caught me or gave me hell about it happen to be reading this -
Here is my gesture to you - the one finger, New York state "bird".

The first time I was caught I was probably 5 years old. I liked the feel of my mom's pantyhose so when she took the garbage out I stripped naked and tried to put them on. Needless to say she caught me but let me slide my leg in them to see how they felt. From that day forward I don't know how many times I was caught by my mom, my brother, my dad and even my grandma. Grandma caught me wearing hose when I was going to the bathroom when I was in kindergarten. Mom always got mad, brother didn't say much because I had caught him dressing before also. Dad just told me not to let mom catch me because as I found out about 8 years ago he likes to dress also. The worst time getting caught I was a senior in high school and mom caught me completely dressed in one of her dresses. She made me bring down my entire stash of bras, slips, panties, and pantyhose. The worst part of it was that I had taken some Polaroid pictures that she took to. She through away all of my hose but I dug them out of the trash. I think she knew I took them out and never said a word about it.

I was about four when I tried on my sister's dress. She is eleven months younger than me. After putting it on, I could'nt get it off, so my mother had to help remove it. Nothing was ever mentioned about it.

Speaking of the second time around.

I used to wear my sister's menstrual panties, back in those days they didn't have adhesives on the pads. I wore them about once a month for a week in order to mimic a menstrual cycle like my sister.Don't ask me why I did it. I just felt I had to.

Mom walked into the bathroom to check on the laundry machine, one of those old sears models with the roller wringer that we often got are arm stuck in.

I had my pants down around my ankles and was just about to pull them up when she opened the door. I forgot to lock it again.:eek:

Next thing I know she's yanking me by my ear into other room where my brother's and sister's are. They all laughed at me.:o

"He wants to be a girl!" My oldest brother exclaimed. "What a Fag!":Angry3:


I started crying. How am I ever going to explain this to them.

"Sue me!I couldn't find any clean underwear!" I said. Looking at my brothers.

Point of fact: In a family with four boys clean underwear can be a precious and elusive commodity.:D

They looked back and forth at each other for a moment nodding in agreement.

The incident quickly dissolved into the obscurity of time and not a word was mentioned about it.

And I learned a valuable lesson that day. Never...never...never forget to lock the bathroom door again!:devil:

Today nobody remembers a thing and deny it ever happened.

wow I have been dressing as long as I can remember but caught ... many times . The first time I was 3-4 and it was dismissed and as I remember I was allowed a purse and heels. but later well now thats another matter entirely. I was aroung 12-13 and was sleeping in one of my sisters panties and slips when my mom woke me saying get out of those clothes and well enter the shrink which did absolutely nothing for me. I was caught many more times and finally the just stopped saying anything until I came out of my closet a couple of years ago. Thanks to all of you and your support and of course in no small way the love and support of my beloved wife Mrs.M.

First time, I don't remember how old I was probably 12 or 13. A friend of my mom's was coming into town and staying with us. She was going to be staying in my room (I shared a room with my brother so we had two beds) My mom pushed the two beds together and found my stash. I remember I was at a movie theater and called home to check in, she asked me about the bag under my bed with all the girls clothes. I denied everything. She asked nothing more. Over the years she found other stashes I had and took everything. We have never spoken about it with her. But I would like to bring it up to her. I know she would be ok with it, I just have a really hard time saying it.

Before I got married I knew I had to tell my fiancee. We were closing on a house and I wanted her to know before we moved in together. Several times it was on the tip of my tongue, but I would stop and think about what I was going to say. It just sounded so stupid in my head I couldn't go through with it. Apparently she had found a pair of my panties in my room one day, so she asked me about it. At that point I figured, ok, this was the time. I told her everything.

along with everyone else i was caught when i was 13 i had been dressing pretty and fell asleep my mom came in to get me up there i was all prettied..she freaked, then dragged me into my dad who also freaked. I was panic stricken, my Dad made me undress and throw my stuff out I was devastated.BUT tumbled on. Later on my mom accepted me. But Dad never did. My only regret he made me throw out a very special padded bra that worked..it was gift from my aunt..:hugs:

1) First time ever (sort of): I was about 7. I was in my mother's closet (locked), trying on her panties and bra. She knocked the door, I undressed as quick as I could but failed to properly put everything back into the drawers. I only got a weird look, nothing else was mentioned. I guess that she was not sure if I was wearing it or if I was just goofing around with her stuff.

2) The real first time: I was about 14. My mother missed one nice lycra short pants that I took (I loved this pieces, zebra patterned. I miss the 80's). She started looking for it, and found a little bag I had in my room with girls clothes. She asked me to talk about it with my dad, but I never had the nerves. They took me to the shrink, went 2 or 3 times. We never talked directly about the issue, but he was kind of pushing me to say it first. After the few sessions, I told my parents I didn't want to go anymore because it was not necessary. They never mentioned anything about it until once (grown up, married and everything) were my mother started kind of telling the story as a something funny to remember. I gave her the coldest look ever, and my father also looked at her seriously and she stopped. If she ever mentions, I'm afraid that my wife could connect dots if she suspects something too. I guess that my mother now understands that it's not supposed to be ever mentioned again.

3) The scariest one: my wife went to work, kids were going to spend the day at their grandmas. My wife returned earlier than expected. I was supposed to be at work. Since the door was locked, she had to wait until I opened. I pretended to be sleeping (that's why it took me so long to open the door) because I returned home from work because I was sick (a lie, of course). One of her tops was in the floor. She asked me kind of joking "did you wear it", I said "no, I have a headache and I was looking for something to put some ice in". She never mentioned it again. I think that I really had fever, but after the scary moment!.

4) The other time: I was at my parent's for lunch in a weekday (already married an living at my own place). My sister still lived there. When she left (or that is waht I thought), I went to her room to look for something to wear. She went back to her room and found me looking for something at her closet. She said "May I help you?", and I said I was looking for a hair comb. She gave me a weird look, but never mentioned anything else.

I think it was all the times I've been caught or close to be caught in 30 years of crossdressing. I learned not to be fooling around with other people's clothes.

I was about 13 years old and got greedy, took too many of my mom's panties. My mom, brother, sister, and I went into town and my dad stayed home. That afternoon, he took me for a drive and told me that he had found them. I was so embarassed that I started crying. He then let me drive the car for a few feet.

I got caught a couple of other times, again being greedy. The last time was in high school. He asked me if I wanted to be a girl. I answered "no!" But I think I did deep down as I fantasize about being born one or being able to shapeshift into a female form now.

After high school, I worked nights at a movie theatre and stayed up until early morning afterwards. I had started fully dressing on occasion except for a wig and would sometimes walk from the back of the house where my bedroom was to the kitchen. One day, I found a note in the back bathroom in my sister's handwriting addressed to "Priscilla." It pretty much was a letter to let me know that she had seen me.