first time you got cought dressing

:)Ok we all started some where at some age most of us must have been cought at some stage ?
I remember when i was about 12 or 13 i had a pair of hold up stockings which i bought from a news agent i thought they were great, i used to wear them in my bed room of a night. One night i fell asleep and the next morning when my dad came into my bed room my feet were sticking out from under the covers. He did not say any thing untill the folowing aftrnoon he had a quiet word with me and ofered to take me to the doctors to get some tablets to stop me doing it, i was so embarrised i made a hasty retrete and we never spoke of it again. But even to this day if i am at my parents house and any thing of that nature comes on the tv or in conversation i cant look my dad in the eye could have been worse i supose !:)

yes i was caught many a times. but the first time is hard to recall. I think it was whn i was 12, and began the night before when my brother,my sisters and I were playing around. and as a game, my brother started tying mw up but 1st he slipped a blue and white stripped nightgown of my sisters over my body. I didnt think much of it at the time, but later in the evening as all was asleep, i got up and found that nightgown and slipped it on myself. I loved it. but my sister awoke and saw me. and all i could sa was my brother made me.

But from that day on, i have desired to wear every bit of female clothes

When I was 12 my father found my secret hiding place for my clothes. He asked me what kind of queer thing was going on. I remained silent and we never spoke of it again.

Charlene

My mom and step father found my stash of clothes when I was 13 or so. She asked me if I was gay and I said no and she threatened to make me go like that all day, but she didn't do it. She took me the next day and put me into counceling needless to say that didn't work. She has asked me numerous times if I still do it and I reply no because I don't want to hear her B%$@*ing at me. She does not need to know.

I've never been caught dressing but when I was about 15 my Mom found my stash and told me to get rid of the clothes. She wrote a note and left it on my things. She never talked to me about it. I have always been envious of others who have had helpful and accepting mothers. It is a great fantasy of mine.

I was 10 or 11 and my mom caught me wearing her Playtex OBG. She did not say much that day but come the weekend she handed me bra panties the girdle nylons slip blouse skirt and heels. She said if I could wear them all day she would buy me my own girdle. I did and she did and also bought me my own bra and panties.

I was about age 13 when mum found about my interest in dressing. As with others she found some clothing. She told me not to break her heart and made the old threat of making me wear fem clothes in front of other familly members. Just made me hide a little deeper in the closet.

Good thread Kate.

There was a pile of my older sister's old clothes that I would slip into when I was four years old. I would put on a dress and pretend my name was Julie.

Did this lots of times. One day my mother came in and caught me. She just smiled and left the room. This is one of my earliest memories and it is totally vivid.

What is interesting to me is that I knew to hide this behaviour at such a young age. How did I know it was to be hidden?


Jan

I will NEVER forget that day as it was a Saturday and my mother was suppose to work until 6PM.

She came home about noon and caught me red handed dress from head to toe. I can still hear her words "young lady take off my good dress NOW". I was 14 then :o

"What is interesting to me is that I knew to hide this behaviour at such a young age. How did I know it was to be hidden?"

My guess is that you knew you were using someone else's belongings without permission. The fact that it was clothing is irrelevant.

Why is it we are all about the age of twelve when we first remember dressing?
I got caught the first and only time about that age when mom and my four year older sister came back early from a shopping trip. My sister was the first to see me fully dressed in her underware out of the wash basket and moms heels. My mom came upstairs and had to remove everything but my sisters panties which got pulled down while over moms knees for a quick and hard spanking....which I think my sister got to see and she told me later, much enjoyed and would check on me offten to see if she could catch me again. I made sure she never did and I didn't dress for a long time after that day.

My mother found my stash a few times when I was younger she never said anything she just threw everything away.After the third time I said I need to deal with this I was sixteen I went to the store bought a new dress,panties,hose,bra and shoes.then one day she brought dad his lunch at work I got myself all dressed and sat down and waited for her to get home.Instead of being willing to talk this out she wanted me to go to a counselor.I refused and told her I wasnt hurting anyone you should be happy I'm not doing drugs or drinking.To this day she hasnt brought it up again but she also has never found the stash or seen me dressed since.

I remember my first experience with girls clothes when I was 6 years old but it wasn't until I was 9 when I first got caught.

I was alone in the house, and I went to my Mom's room where I knew there was a cupboard with a box of some of her old clothes. I put on a blouse, a skirt, and some pantyhose. I then started playing with some of her makeup ... but then I suddenly heard my younger brother come into the house and start coming up the stairs calling my name as he came . I didn't have time to undress and get back into my boy clothes so I quickly hid under my parents bed. I nearly died when he came into the room and yes, he did look under the bed! :o

I was never actually caught by anyone......When I was 5 or 6 my sister caught me snoooping in her dresser drawers. She said if I was so interested in her things she just have to dress me in them (she was 5 yrs older than I)....She then paraded me in front of Mom & Dad (a whole 'nother story).

I dressed for a year or two with a high school buddy, but lost track of him after graduation.

After getting married, I 'fessed up to my wife after about five years....She was stunned and confused at first, but became more understanding as the years passed.

Actually the closest I'm been to getting caught was by the occasional unexpected visitor to our doors & windows ( UPS - Gas or Water meter reader etc)........If any of them noticed anything they no clue to me

Danielle

i got caught on my first ever time i crossdressed at age 4
ive written about it in this post
http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/...90#post1774490

love and kisses
bethany

The first time I got caught was when I was seven or eight, I had a stash of stockings under my bed that my mother had found. Was told little boys don't wear stockings but wear socks.
The next time I confess to one of my older sisters about ten years later that I enjoyed wearing her clothes. From then until now I still enjoy wearing wearing womans clothes, makeup and keeping my body hairless. At times I wish my own breast would have developed into at least a full "B" or "C" cup.
As far as my sisters go as long as it is out of site it is out of mind and no they wouldn't want to even try to understand as to why I enjoy dressing and acting as a woman.

On a warm Saturday morning my mothere caught me in the bathroom. wearing one of my sisters slips and I was in the perocess of undressing my younger brother so I could put a slip on him and hug him. My mother got very mad and called me "a dirty boy " but never punished me or spoke about it again

I was caught sooooo many times. I was probably about 4 or 5 the first time. Caught in my moms slip drawer. Busted with my sisters slips many times. Lets just say, I would get into my moms stuff so many times, I never put it back the way I found it. She just put a not in her drawer saying to put the stuff in the dirty basket when I was done. So I did. She never brought it up for many years until my sister was at the house one day. This was after she was married. I was 17. They wanted to know if I was gay. I said nope. I was bi, but they did not need to know that. By then I had my own stash. I know it was found and gone through numerous times, because it was never put back exactly like had left it. Mom and sis never bring it up now.

Don't remember how old Iwas but there was a box of dress up clothes my sister had. One was a cowgirl outfit with a blouse andred skirt. I wore it to bed one night. My mom came into the room and must have seen something poking out from the sheets. She made me change clothes and told me to stay out of the dress ups.

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Originally Posted by Foxy Lady

I was 10 or 11 and my mom caught me wearing her Playtex OBG. She did not say much that day but come the weekend she handed me bra panties the girdle nylons slip blouse skirt and heels. She said if I could wear them all day she would buy me my own girdle. I did and she did and also bought me my own bra and panties.

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Lucky you. The first time I got caught wearing my sisters undies, all hell let loose. My bigmouthed brother told some of the kids in the street and that was it. I was labelled homo, queer, pufta (to name but a few). but I still could not hide my desire to cross dress.

Love

Julie
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When I was a young teenager my parents and sister left the house for an activity on a Saturday morning, so I had the house all to myself.

I went into my sister's room and put on one of her bathing suits and then went back into my room to play video games. I wasn't expecting my mom to come home when she did, and by the time I heard her she was in the hall headed toward my bedroom.

I ran to shut and lock my room door, changed back into my regular clothes and screamed "just a minute" while putting away the suit under my chair cushion.

Then I let her in and she felt my chest, I guess to feel my heart pounding. I thought she had caught me, but when I brought this up in December when I came out to her, she had no memory of it.

So, the one time that I thought I got caught I actually wasn't, though I came pretty darn close.

I can't say I've ever been caught when I was wearing something but I did come home one day from school when I was about 15 when my dad had the day off from work when he had been clearing in my room and had put things into my stash of thongs but he never said anything about it even to this day

The first time I got caught or kinda caught was when I was about 12 or 13. I put on my Moms 2 piece bathing suit. I wore them into the shower (I took my showers in her walkin shower vs the shower in the hall bathroom) and then proceeded to take them off and left them on the shower floor. A while later she asked me what they were doing all wet (I had to get them from her dresser so it wasn't like they were already in the bathroom). I was so embarrassed but didn't admit to it. She didn't press the issue and nothing more was said. But I have to think she had to know something was up.

The fist few times I was busted I did not have anything on, my mom was putting stuff away and she found some of the stuff I had. It was my fault for being careless. I know the first two or so times I came up with a dumb excuse. However, when I was officially busted I was in karate class and had a leotard under my karate outfit and well, I had no choice but to come out. At first it was the must horrible thing that happen to me but looking back on it now it was for the best.

Geoff

I was caught once when I was about 7 or 8 years old by my mother. She walked in on me while I was wearing her stockings and heels. She scolded me and told me not to do it again. I guess her scolding didn't quite work, but I never did get caught by her again!

The first time I got caught was by my mother. I was 12 at the time. She was NOT pleased. That was the day I learned just how worthless I really was (or believed I was) and began to hate myself. It was the beginning of my dark years, that lasted until just a few years ago.

I wrote about getting busted in more depth here. As traumatic as that was in my life, I've communicated with others who's getting caught stories were far, far worse. It's such a waste - to treat us like this. I might have been so much more successful in life had I not spent most of it hating myself and trying to figure out what the hell I am. I'll never get those years back.

It was a very nice day after school one day during the month of May when I was fifteen years old. I tore a new pair of pants at school and my mother told me to go change. I changed alright. I changed into my sister's green skirt and white sweater with all the necessary girly things on underneath. I was laying on my bed (I fell asleep) when I heard my mother ask me what I was wearing that skirt for. I quickly got out of bed and shut the door. I quickly ot out of the girly stuff and back into my stuff.
When I went down to supper my mother asked me if the skirt fit. I told her no. My sister asked her if what fit and I told her it was a new jock I got for school. Nothing more said.
Later that evening when my parents came back from being out my father came into thre living room to confront me. He couldn't right away and left the room. He came back a few minutes later and asked what I was wearing. I finally admitted to wearing a skirt (obviously my mother never saw the other things I was wearing). He told me to never do it again and I promised not to. (yeah right!)
The next morning when I went down to breakfast my mother and sister gave me the biggest s___ eating grins I ever did see. Nothing more was ever said about it.

My sister was the first to catch me.....I had been wearing her panties for some time and I think that she knew and set me up. Anyway she was more curious than spiteful and agreed to keep my secret if i would model them for her. To my knowledge, she has been faithful to that promise for over 40 years now.

never been caught :)

Oh yes, I remember being caught and questioned over wearing clothing.
But I can't walk around naked!

...oh, did you mean crossdressing?

My mother was cleaning my room and found my stash of hidden clothes when I was 13. These were things I had taken from friends of mine sisters. I would take them from the clothes hamper (always in the bathroom) when at their houses. My mother was in tears and her and my father sent me to counseling. That's when I realized counseling is useless. My mother threw everything in the trash but I sneaked out and got it and re-hid it (they never found it again). I often wonder if it is still hidden in that house after 49 years. I quit dressing at around 16 and did not start again until 30 years later, but I was always turned on by women's clothes.

i've never been flat out caught. i think its inevitable though....i dread the day. or maybe it will be the best day ever?

My mother found my stash of pantyhose when I was 13. I'd hid it in a foolish place (underneath mattress). She gave me a fire and brimstone speech, to which I responded with virtually nothing.

I wasn't about to give up crossdressing, I just hit it better. Like an earlier poster, I found a very good hiding spot and it was never discovered.

Now, I don't hide. My kids don't know, but they are young and don't understand mommy's side of the closet/drawers vs. daddy's. My wife does know, and is supportive so I don't hide from her.

I wasn,t real lucky the first time i got caught.I was 5 and in the bathroom with moms girdle and hose and heels on they didn,t fit I loved them mom and dad unlocked the dorr and dad gave me a good bottom warming and said he hoped i learned something from his punishment.I DID NEVER WOULD HE CATCH ME AGAIN.Around 12 mom saw me in her nighty and teased me,Asking me if it fit but i denied.No more said.

i wasn't caught dressing but i had a stash of my mothers panties and bras hidden in my room in my closet and one day she found them and flipped out on me. now i just hide on piece of her clothing.

I was about 7 or 8 and faked being sick to be home alone, after ever body left I went into my mothers room and put on her girdle, bra, hose, heels, slip, and dress. When I was in the bathroom trying on her jewelry she walked in and caught me in the act. She made me strip down and warmed my back side . After that for punishment she put one my sisters dress on me , when I got mad and tore it she really got mad, after another warming she grabbed a pair of my sisters panties and put them on me then tights, padded bra, slip, a new dress, heels, even a wig of hers then full makeup and nail polish. She had me spend the rest of the day dressed as her new daughter. taking me to work with her and then sitting in the kitchen when my brothers and sisters come home from school to pick on me. And then if that wasn't bad enough she took me out shopping to try on dresses and shoes . Then on the drive home she said that if I ever do any thing like that again I'll have to go to school dressed as a girl so all my friends can see me... I think she thought that she taught me a lesson... and she be right ... Makeup and where she keep ed her wig...

I was caught wearing my sisters leotard and tights when i was 7...It was not a good day at my house! My dad who was a marine did not like the fact his son was wearing his sisters clothes...talk about a butt spanking...Did it stop me? No! Dont even ask about the time when they caught me wearing a maxi pad...

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I was caught wearing my sisters leotard and tights when i was 7...It was not a good day at my house! My dad who was a marine did not like the fact his son was wearing his sisters clothes...talk about a butt spanking...Did it stop me? No! Dont even ask about the time when they caught me wearing a maxi pad...

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Maxi pad?!?!?!?! WTF!!

Only ever caught once by my great aunt who caught me wearing my Mum's tights (pantyhose). Not much was said about it though, and I don't she mentioned it to my parents. Was caught with painted toe nails by my Dad when I was 16: my feet were hanging out of the end the bed once morning when he came to wake me up. Nothing was said about it, though I couldn't look my Dad in the eye for a few days.

Was caught only once - somewhere in the 12-15 range I think.. I had raided an 'auction box' of random clothing and want-not and found a beautiful forest greenish corseted full length dress. It had seen it's years of wear and storage. I snuck it out and my heart skipped a beat when it FIT (so obviously it was for a smaller woman at the time). Soo.. I had borrowed a new pair of my mom's stockings and ended up spending the afternoon wandering around the house doing this and that and being happy... till I heard some people fidgeting with the front door of the house.. EEK! The stairs up were across the hallway in front of the door too, so I was trapped in the living room, in a dress & stockings.. I remember the event very clearly, but the family closeted the experience and never spoke of it again. When I came out to my brother a few months ago now, he remembered it..

My first time getting caught was my aunt walking in on me in the bathroom with her thigh-highs, skirt, silky flower print shirt and her silky gray matching bra and panties.

In all actuality though, it was all started by her. I was 8 when she caught me but when I was around 5 her and my cousin would dress me up and use me as a live doll. They put lots of female clothes on me for a year or so.

It wasn't until a year or so ago that my aunt and cousin told me that they dressed me up and they hoped that I didn't turn into a crossdresser(LOL).

Wow, this brings back memories.
I had starting dressing at a very early age and had learned to put back my mom's and sister's things EXACTLY as I found them.
My grandmother's underwear wasnt as much of a problem.
Anyways, I had dressed one Sat morning before work.
I was 14 or 15 at the time and was in my favorite outfit,
a nice shadow panel white full slip, panty-girdle with stockings and panties.
I heard my mom coming, got undressed fast, threw it under the little bureau and got ready for work, etc.
Naturally, I forgot about putting them back in her drawers, and come Sunday afternoon when I got home from work, they were pretty mad at me.
I couldnt figure out why until they told me that my mom was vacuuming my room and found the pile under the bureau.
I got out of that one and was safe for a number of years until prob age 20.
My parents were going out on Mother's Day for dinner and dancing and after work I rushed home and dressed up in her wedding gown, veil, and gloves and just as I was parading around the house I hear the garage door open and I just about died.
I managed to get everything off and stuffed the wedding dress in the dryer thinking she wouldnt find it there but of course she did.
This led to a big fight and they threw me out of the house for the night.
To this day they are not accepting of me.
But I had many a good day dressing up when my grandmother watched us after school from ages 11-14.
She had drawers of open-bottom girdles, functional full slips (just one with lace) and nice roomy bloomers.
I guess this is why to this day I prefer the "Grandma" look in my undies sometimes.
My sister had the basic bras and some lacey lingerie
and my mom had some panty-girdles, a nice selection of colored slips (wish I kept some of them) and basic satin panties and a few shadow panel white slips from Sears (which I love)
I was almost caught a few times in my sister's prom dresses but luckily managed to escape :)
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First time I got caught?

I was about 8 years old. I shared a room, actually it was more like a hallway ,with my younger bother. I would often wore a dress, or night gown, to bed at night. Secretly putting it on under the covers. Wearing it helped me to sleep better.

My bother noticed I was doing something strange and pulled the covers off of me. I tried to pull the sheet back up to cover myself but he already saw what I was wearing.

He looked at me totally expressionless for a moment. Not saying a word.


I had to think quickly. So I started laughing loudly and threw the sheet off me.
"It's a joke!" I said, " Don't I look pretty?"

He started chuckling too.

After a few minutes I removed the clothes and he returned to his bed. I waited patiently for him to fall back asleep before I put them back on.


Today no body in my family even remembers any of the instances where I was unintentionally outed. Some of them won't even see or talk to me anymore. Sadly my younger bother is one of them.

I guess their in denial.That's not a river in the Amazon! Its the river of tears, created by misinformation and society's narrow view, that divides family members.

I was maybe 13-14. My mother caught me. Told me if I was to do it again she'd make me dress in front of my siblings. Was a couple more years before I dressed again.

I was caught numerous times. Evidently, as soon as I was old enough to know anything at all, I knew I was a crossdresser. My mom used to have a photo of me nicely dressed coming down the stairs at my grandparents house - in a dress and heels - at the age of three or so. During a family gathering at that. Caught and "talked to" numerous times. I guess she thought it was a cute childish thing I would grow out of.

- Then -

At the age of 16 or so, my mom found my stash - a LARGE stash (I started working nearly full time at age 13 or so, weekends and after school, so I was never short of cash). This led to a trip to a psychologist, which was just about a complete waste of time. The guy had no clue, and I actually said about two words.

Anyhow, there you go :).

Crysten

I was caught at 15, wearing a one piece swimsuit in bed. I already knew at the time I was transgendered, although that wasn't what it was called at the time, and I had actually decided to speak to my GP when I turned 16 about this.

The next day, after being caught, U was given a good talking to. iI can't remember the exact words used but it was enough to stop dressing for a few years and try to live as a normal guy. After about six years I realised that I made the wrong decision but because of my masculine build and body hair, I didn't think that I would ever able to transition. That has now changed but had I not been caught, I may have transitioned years ago. :sad:

My mom noticed that the snaps on her bra's in the wash were snapped together. Oppps.
Nothing more was said.

My parents found my stash of clothes, which was taken from my mother's stash of clothes, under my bed when I was, like, 15.

They gravely asked me about it later... I denied everything, and we just never discussed it again.

I was never caught in the act, but it was a terrible situation when I was questioned about it.

my first girlfriend gave me some of her clothes and i kept them in a bag under the back of my bed. well one day my step dad was doing something ( running cables ) in my room and moved my bed. the next day he asked me did I crossdress.

apart from being a shy person, but he was manly father figure in my life and he comes out this bluntly to me. I was like.. ehh no, my gf left them here the last time she was up.

he replied with, I dont mind if you are, im just asking.

I denied it so he said he may aswell drop her clothes back to her. which he actually did, I got them back though however.

I was little more than a todler (5-ish) when i got caught at my grandma's house playing with a pair of hose. The only thing she had a problem with was that I had a good pair. She went and got me an old pair to paly with, but I was to embaresed at getting caught to play with them.