:o For me it was getting caught wearing my mothers panties by my mother and father.:doh:
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:o For me it was getting caught wearing my mothers panties by my mother and father.:doh:
I never actually got caught.. but my mum did find a pair of her stockings stashed under my mattress once.. she was very good about it.. didn't understand what it meant but told me it didn't matter to her.
The annoying part was she didn't put them back!!!!!!! lol
i never got caught,for my rm was my domain.
When my Grandma caught me wearing my Mom's panties and lipstick. First of many actually. :)
Getting sent to the psychologist for testing after my mom found my pitiful little stash of women's clothes hidden carefully in my closet. That was embarrassing. I lied about the whole thing to her and to the shrink. ("I was confused." "It was a phase." "Hadn't looked at that stuff in a long time.")
If the shrink had been approachable (this was in 1975 or 76, I was 12 or 13 years old), and asked me nicely what was going on, I might have explained my feelings about my gender. But instead, they gave me a big ol' MMPI standardized test, and it seemed that after answering a few questions that lying was the way to go, because they were looking for something that was wrong with me, and I wouldn't be wise to let them find anything.
Lying about all this came pretty naturally though. My uncle, my mom's brother, was a gay man. It was fairly obvious something was going on, even when I was little. NO ONE in our family discussed this, and my mom, to this day, has only used the word "gay" once in reference to her brother, and still doesn't always acknowledge that he was gay. (Ironically enough, I live in the condo he used to own. The complex is full of gay men, and it's in the heart of the gay district in Dallas, and is less than one mile from, and on the same street as, the gay bars in Dallas. There is no way this location happened accidently for my uncle - he stayed here 30 years.) Anyway, the message I got as a kid was "we don't talk about some subjects in this family", and my gender issues seemed like they were absolutely not something we were ever going to openly discuss.
I stopped cross dressing after I got caught. Really, there was a lot more to it than that. (Well, I suppose that goes without saying now.) Instead, I went through high school going out of my mind with gender dysphoria. (I have mild psychotic breaks when my GD gets really, really intense - I hallucinate a little.) By the end of high school, I was visiting a psychiatrist, but he didn't help much (I hated the Lithium he gave me), and ultimately just took up good old fashioned alcohol. In large quantities. Of course that became it's own problem rather rapidly, and it did lead to some embarrassing events too, but I was no longer a child by that point
Less embarrassing and more painful. Was told I was sick and needed to see doctors. Sounds similar to Paula, just lied my way through it ( yes the 1970's weren't all that tolerant or knowledgable) and hid everything really well. How the Internet would have been handy back in 1974.
I realized later in life that the experience felt a lot like what the replicants in the movie "Blade Runner" must've felt when taking the Voight-Kampff test:Quote:
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Apparently I passed the test well enough to be mistaken for a cisgender kid. Unlike the VK test, which was designed to catch humanoid robots, the MMPI wasn't so good at distinguishing trans from cis:Quote:
Originally Posted by VK Test Question
Well it was pretty obvious to see which answer (false) they wanted!Quote:
Originally Posted by MMPI Test question
It's all a bit hazy now, since it's been close to 40 years, but after getting caught multiple times dressed, my parents decided to send me to the school psychologist to talk about my "problem".
As a kid my sister dressed me up in her communion dress for a laugh and showed me off to my grandmother, at the time I thought nothing of it since it was simply just an embarrassing situation.
When I was young teen however my parents decorated my bedroom and I had my stash hidden in a shopping bag under the bed which they found. I was first asked by my mom who's it was and said it was my girlfriends, since it mostly contained underwear and bras ( which belonged to my gf at the time who had given them to me so technically I was telling the truth) I suspect my mom was worried I was having sex at a young age and was concerned so she said as far as I recall "so you won't mind them being given back to her" which now in hindsight I think she was trying to catch me out.
A day or two later my step dad asked was I a crossdresser which put me on the spot so I said no out of being found out, he said he didn't care just that if it was my stuff they would put it back. I want to regret not opening up then but I was far younger and more immature than I am now, but that was certainly embarrassing
Sarah x
When I was 19 and still living at home part time (and in college dorms the rest of the time) I mail ordered a bikini and mom got to the mail before I did. Fortunately she thought someone was playing a nasty joke on me, since I had been bullied and picked on a lot in high school, and the house had been vandalized once or twice.
I told her I ordered it for a girl I was seeing at school, and fortunately she bought that. Into my suitcase it went, then to the dorm room and back (too sensitive to keep there) and it ended up in my stash hidden in the void space under my bottom desk drawer. But that scared me off mail ordering any more clothing until several years later, when I got my own place.
I was trying on some things of my aunt's when she was "supposed" to be out of the house.
Then there she was in the doorway to her bedroom and me in her heels and stockings. OMG, beet red and thinking my life was over.
Surprise of surprises. She takes me aside and tells me that anytime I want to she will help me dress in her clothes. Never did accept her offer and that's one of my greatest regrets to this day.
I remember quite vividly getting caught by by Grandmother wearing my Mother's dress when I was around 9 or 10 whilst she was babysitting Me and my Brother. We were playing around and we were daring each other to try things on, of course I was the one that got caught!!! She come upstairs to see why we were being so quiet and thought we must be up to something!! She basically just laughed at me and told me to take it off, she must have told my parents on their return home but nothing was said.
I wouldn't have thought 25 years later I'd be wearing my own dresses!!:)
I never was caught. I had plenty of close calls, though. When I was 12-ish... my parents were looking for something my sister lost and searched my room. I hid my girly clothes in bags under my bed. We found the lost item before they found my things. I was scared shitless. lol
Getting caught by my Mother wearing full outfit of my older sisters, about 12 or 13 years old. Can't remember what excuse I gave, but it was never mentioned again.
Incidentally, unlike many members here, I never wore nor wanted to wear any of my Mums clothing, just my sisters, although she was 3 years my senior, we were of a similar size. Oh yes and even after getting caught it did not stop me being girl whenever I could.
Hi Joan, As far as I know I was never caught.:daydreaming:
When i first stated to wear one of my sisters slips i used to hide it in my pillow case, (i was about 6 at the time) and my mom found it, she asked me why it was there and my excuse was i put it in there to plump up the pillow, she believed it and got me another pillow to boot !
I remember one time in my early teens my mom was in a rage about something. Very condescending and outspoken that woman was. Anyway, she's hollering about something and looks at me and says, "And stay out of my bra drawer!" Busted. Then the darndest thing happened. She turned to my father and said, "That goes for you, too!"
lol how awesome is that Carla!!
EVERYONE has a CAUGHT STORY ,LOL My favorite subject to laugh at NOW? Not then like the others said back in the day 70's or even 60's maybe even 80's they might just harm you if you were in the right place? Not funny back then for sure but funny now that we are older. I was thinking of some of my all times favs, So many to choose from give me a little more time and I will chime in with a Doozy ! I got a Ton of them, Busted more than once for sure.
I dont think it was overly embarrassing. I didnt get caught but my mom did find my stash of female cloths. She asked me about it, but honestly I dont even remember how the conversation went. She left the subject alone and left all of my stuff where it was. It was never brought up again and to this say I still dont know if she ever told my dad. He since has passed and never mentioned it to me. Now looking back I kinda wish my parents had a longer talk with me, maybe the last 30 some years wouldnt have had to be such a struggle.
I was only caught one time by my Dad when I was 13 or 14 yrs old. I was completely dressed from the neck down in my Moms dress. bra, panties, pantyhose, girdle and a slip. Very embarrassing. My Dad made a few snide comments over the few weeks and then let it go. As far as I know he never said anything to my Mom about the incident. I think he just hoped it was a faze that I would grow out of but I did not. However I did become a lot more careful.
The worst for me wasn't so much being caught as a child. It occurred almost 35 years later when a former neighbour (with some mental health issues) blurted it out at a funeral wake in front of family and friends. My face turned quite red!
In my early yrs i used my sisters clothes and i had a stash both in the basement as well as in the bottom back of the bathroom counter, hidden under clutter. One day my parents had just left and were supposed to be gone a few hrs so i put on my bathroom underwear, heels and lipstick and went in the shower where i usually had privacy. A few minutes later they were back and banging on the door because one of them had to use the washroom and it couldnt wait. I panicked and didnt feel i had time to do anything about myself so i covered myself with a big towel the best i could, opened the door and came out so they could go in. I was torn between trying to inconspicuously cover my mouth while holding the towel low enough to cover my clancking heels without uncovering my upper and lower underwear. Too much ground to cover!
I'd had my stash found a couple times before and my mom just asked if i was curious and experimenting and of course got the lecture about taking and wrecking my sisters clothes. Shes very open minded and i think realised i was not comfortable talking about it no matter how open anyone was. With the bathroom incident nothing was really said and i was happy to let it fade into the past.
Twice i was almost caught by buddies i grew up with and partied with when i was dressed in my mid to late teens in the basement. Luckily i was really good at being stealthy and have quick reactions, lots of clutter in the basement also helped. Once i was fully dressed and quickly hid under a pile of blankets on the floor on the other side of the basement (it was open bsment n half of it was my room), they searced the whole basement and almost stepped on me twice. The second time i quickly went under the stairs and was able to see them but wasnt seen. They checked most of the basement and came right to where i was n then turned around just in time. They decided to play my video games so i was stuck crouching under there in heels and fully dressed without making a sound for an hour and a half until they gave up and left. I dont think that crew would have been very understanding at that point in time.
For the life of me I can not recall ever being caught. However I always suspected my mom knew I know I stretch her stuff and once broke the strap on her slip. She never asked me anything and since my brother and sister were 8 and 9 years older they were not around much. I will always wonder if she knew.
Probably not so much getting caught...more being outed by my ex wife, who told more people than I know, including several of my siblings, co workers and friends. I wasn't quite prepared for the questions and although most people seemed to chalk it up to my ex's venality, I really wouldn't have chosen this way of coming out.
Oy. I was never caught wearing women's clothing and makeup. But there were two incidents of note. My mom discovered my very poorly hidden stash of various items. I believe this was 1984 or something. I came home from school, and she didn't talk to me. I had no idea why. Then dad came home. He took me aside and talked to me. I don't remember what he said, only that mom had called him about it. He didn't seem hugely concerned, now that I reflect on it, but clearly he wasn't thrilled either. Over time, mom moved on, of course. It represents the most embarrassing event in my life. Even to this day I would love to erase it from the historical record!
Then a few years later, I was almost caught by my dad. Everyone was out of the house, and that meant I had a few hours to dress up in mom's yellow dress. I went all out with makeup, shoes, hosiery, and even messed with my hair. I was in my bedroom admiring myself when I heard keys in the main door, and the door opening. What the hell!? Dad had come home early. I somehow had to run across the short distance between my bedroom and the bathroom to get cleaned up. I was one flight of stairs above the living room, so theoretically anyone in the living room could look up and see me. I kept looking to make sure the coast was clear. It was. I made a dash for it and, of course, dad walks through the living room. He didn't see me though. I cleaned up and afterwards pretended I had been taking a crap. What a nightmare it would have been had he seen me. We would have both been scarred to life. After that, I didn't dress until college many years later...
My most embarassing moment came at 14 by my dad i had hid a pair of moms panties in my room to wear+help releive my self so i did and went to the bathroom to cleanup+get ready to go back to bed+was putting the panties backin the dirty clothes hamper+had forgot to lock the door when dad walked in to use the bathroom+he asked what i was doing with moms panties imumbled something+he said dont do that it could lead to blindnessand walked out that was 53 years ago not blind but do wearpanties+glasses.
I never got caught. For better or worse. Maybe my sisters would've helped me if they had known.
When I was in grade school and about 7 years old, I would come home and sometimes dress up. It was easy, as would be the only one home until about 5 in the afternoon; which is when my sister and mom would come home. One day after school, I was dressed up and my sister (ten years older) came home early and found me in my moms bedroom hiding in the closet, wearing panties and stockings. I don't think that she told my mom, but years later she told my wife after we got married. When my sister told my wife, my wife didn't know that I dressed up and didn't tell me about my sister telling her until after I told my wife that I crossdressed. My wife has told me several times that my sister brings it up occasionally and laughs about it. BTW, my sister doesn't know that I still dress up.
when i was really young, im gonna say somewhere between 3 & 5
my aunt dressed me up as a girl. my parents didn't think anything of it because it was my aunt's idea.
they had a good laugh
in fact I think they still have the picture.
I didn't actually start crossdressing for my self until later in life. I think I was about 20 when I started, but it was a once in awhile thing. I didn't start going all out until I was about 26 or 27. I guess I'm a late bloomer in the crossdressing department.
although when i was 14 or 15 I started doing something similar to crossdressing. when I would get out of the shower instead of wrapping the towel around my waist like most men do. I wrapped it like a women would & i would pretend i was wearing a dress.
I think i also wore nylons once when i was about 16.
I never got caught with/in women's clothes, but I kinda wish I had.
Got caught more times than I can remember. Was sent to a doctor the second or third time (G.P. of all things, but then again this was the 50s' and 60s' and in a town of about 2500 people. After that parents just ignored it. When I came out in 1975 they were not surprised.
The closest I ever was to getting BUSTED-- I mean out and out Busted was when I was about 15 or 16 I guess my 2 sisters were long gone as I am the youngest, Never messed with my moms stuff because I had an older sisters that were different in every way. One was a Tom boy who NEVER dressed up at all.
The other was a girly girl all the way and mine you this was late 70's early 80's back when everyone wore pantyhose even with shorts, lol. Anyway my oldest sister was the Girly one an moved away and left almost all of her clothes and shoes so you already know (Whats Up) and I took Full advantage Trust Me!
Being that young and not hardly ever dressing all the way mostly just a few quick things from time to time this time was different to say the least. If was a weekend mid afternoon Mom was gone and not returning anytime soon Dad was at work out of town and I was all alone to do whatever I wanted, So I thought, My oldest had this Prom Gown and I had my eye on it for awhile so why not I said, This time I went to the bathroom and put on some makeup, Like I said not very offen did I do that because it was so hard to remove and I knew that.
Anyway after putting it on BADLY I might add down to the dressing part, Panties , Pantyhose, Bra, Slip, Formal Dress and Heels, I was looking at myself in the Mirror and Guess what? Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh YEA, My middle sister drove up, We had a small house and a very short driveway and a shorter walk to the front door, There I was couldn't run to the Safety of the bathroom like everyone else does, To clear of a shot to see so the only thing I could do was go into her old room, No locks, Nothing, She seen me, No way to get out of it at all, So she comes into the room and my Dumb self goes into the closet, lol,, What the hell was I thinking?
Anyway you have to know this sister, She was a WILD ONE, So it didn't take long to figure out she was DRUNK, So what I said when she was pulling on the door was I just got out of the shower and was getting dressed and saw her and just ran into the closet, As I said she was drunk and pulled on the door a few times laughing and yelling and ended up getting what she came for a lost interest and just left. Boy was that a close one, Needless to say I locked the doors after that.
An I wasn't much on that makeup for a long time after that Crap,lol. Trust me that's just one of the MANY CRAZY times for me !
I never got caught although my mom did mention a few times about how clothes of hers seemed to be out of place or someone besides her had tried them on .I never said a word and i know i would of denied it .I also came very close to getting caught a few times im not sure what would have happened
I was caught right in the open, on our street. The girls of the neighborhood were playing dress-up, and left a pair of dresses across the street while they went across the road. I suggested to a friend that it would be funny to put on the dresses and then go at the girls. Well, we were caught getting dressed, got horribly embarrassed, dropped the dresses, and ran!! I must have been really small because I still recall how far the distance across the street seemed to be, but it was really a very narrow street actually. I remember thinking that they wouldn't see us from all the way over there. I was wrong. LOL
I was never caught in the act. My mom was a secretary and wore dresses, heels and pantyhose every single day. So there was always things laying around to try on. I did tell her I wore her nylons once when I was in grade school. I never wore her things very long. If I saw something I liked I put it on quick and then took it off. I didn't wear full outfits until my 20's.
I was caught twice growing up. the first time i was 10 and my brother walked in on me trying on one of my moms bras. i told him i was putting together a halloween costume. the next time i got caught and the reason i grew ashame of myself and am still in closet to my family is when i was 12 i dressed all the way up even makeup. and my mom came in. she caught me and made a big deal about it. putting me into the corner and poking fun at me pointing and laughing and makeing jokes. after that i made sure if i ever tried anything on it was a mission not to get found out. i would lock doors set traps take pictures so things went back as i took them. i never got caught since.
I've shared before about my mom's DADT approach in my teens but the closest "embarrassing" moment was actually her doing...trying to embarrass me in front of my friends. Halloween when I was 11 she let me go out dressed as a girl..."all the way". Panties, garter-belt and hose, one of my Sisters padded early bras, Sis's maroon velvet micro-mini dress - so short it had a matching pantie cover, 2 inch heeled white go-go boots, maroon painted nails and full "teen" makeup. Not gaudy, just what a 14/15 year old would wear in 1968/69. My shoulder length hair got a wet-set when I got home from school. At about 6 I was put under the hair dryer and was quite curly (up-curled) for the evening. (I think that was Mom's first attempt at embarrassing me - making me wear curlers all afternoon including dinner with Dad). Went out T-or-T then was to go over to a friends house for a party. Well, when I got back from T-or-T Mom told me she couldn't find her cold cream to remove the makeup so if I'm going to that party I have to go as I am or as a boy in makeup.
I went as I was.
No one laughed, the girls thought it was cool, and parents who were there and didn't know me asked me several times why I didn't wear a costume or treated me just like another girl in the mix. After an hour or so, even those who knew me treated me just like one of the girls...including the girls. It was great. One of the other girls at the party gave me a lift home when her parents came for her. They thought I was just another girl. Mom was waiting up for me and "amazingly" she had found her cold cream when I got home...but not the finger nail polish remover. So I went to school the next day with maroon fingernails, curly hair and the perfect excuse... like I minded. She didn't "find" her polish remover till late that next night (two days) but for some reason didn't make me wash my hair till Sunday morning before going to church (three or four days if I remember).
So, was I embarrassed? No. Was she trying to embarrass me? I'm guessing yes
I got caught quite often wearing others tights but cannot remember feeling embarressed?
Julie
Getting out of the cold lake water at boy scout camp, and going right into the boathouse to change. The cold water having done it's worst, my male genitals almost completely disappeared, making me look like a girl. Then the scoutmaster taking me to be checked by the camp nurse to check my genitals to see if I really was a girl. I prayed for an earthquake to make a giant crack in the earth to swallow me up. That was on the second day of camp. I still had to endure the rest of my time at camp with all the other boys thinking I was a girl. I really thought they were going to kill me.
My story is similar. I remember going into my mom's room in my early teens and trying on a pair of her new, still-in-the-box stockings. I stupidly runnered one putting it on ... panicked ... quickly took them off and refolded them and replaced them like I had never been in her room. As Sargent Schultz would say back then, "I know nothing." A few days later she generally mentioned with my dad and brother present that she had found one of her new stockings had a runner in it. I looked over at her and she was looking directly at me. Nothing more was said but yes, I too would have denied it if asked directly. I tried to be more careful from then on.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ally 2112
i got caught many many times! and when i came out to my sister, i swear she would say she remembered... but she admitted she let it all pass without another thought, while i held onto the memory and fear that everyone knew!...
BUt anyways the most funniest time i was caught (not by a person) but caught outside........i was living in a local motel (where i was employed. as a condition for work, the owner gave me one of the larger rooms to live. nice deal). Anyways, on this particular night i was off, and the whole city had a blackout (no power). And so i dressed up in a bra-panties, whit top and demin skirt and socks. And being daringly, i opened the door and looked down the hall. Well, my cat escaped! And so i went after him (still dressed) and low and behold the door shut. Being a hotel room (doors lock automatically). Well i grabbed the ca and walked to my door to find i was locked out. i was paranoid! what was i to do?
Then i remember the maintence room was usually open (and i could find a key) ... so, carrying my cat, i walked down stairs in my outfit... scared someone would see me. BUt i forgot, no lights.... i could not see the key area. using my brain, i grabbed a comforter and covered up and wen to the front desk and asked for a key.... and then went back up.... but it was sooo scary!!!! next day i was waiting for someone to comment but noone ever did
Yes, I was "caught" a couple of times. However my uppermost thought in reading these stories was- Wouldn't it be good if it didn't matter and children were just allowed to dress as they liked in whatever clothing they most desired.
Not caught in the act, but mom mentioned she'd found my skirts in my bedroom. She promised to tell nobody else and asked if I would like advice on dressing.
I never took her up on the offer as I was so embarrassed.
I was only caught dressed twice. However my stash was found a few times growing up. The first time I was caught, I was 16 my sister had just moved to college and I had moved into her old room. She had left some of her older clothes in her closet. My parents were out of town for the weekend and i took the chance to dress. I had dressed in panties, bra, a tank top and cheer leading shorts. I went outside for a walk (I grew up on a farm, so I was safe), however when I returned I walked in and my sister was in the living room. She had come home for the weekend and I didn't notice her car in the driveway. We ended up talking the rest of the night about my cross dressing and I thought she was OK with it. A few weeks later she would tell my parents about everything and I ended up having to go to counseling.
The other time I was caught was by my best friend. We were 18 and after a night of drinking we ended up staying at his house since his parents and sister were gone. That night I decided to sneak into his sisters bathroom where she usually kept her dirty clothes. About the time I got the panties, bra, and dress on I hear my friend ask what I was doing. I didnt know what to do, so I acted like I was still drunk. He laughed and said he would get me some water. I quickly got undressed and climbed back into bed. He never said anything about that night.
Jeez... I got caught so many times that it's really hard to pick just one to take the grand prize of embarrassment. Lol ...it always came with the same sinking sensation and despair at the loss of my treasured wardrobe, BUT if I had to choose just one, it would be one that actually reared it's ugly head again just a week or so ago, at age 31.
Once, when I was a kid, I went on vacation to visit my aunt and cousins... and somewhere during that two week period, my mother decided to clean my room. Of course, me being a kid at the time, I assumed that my super awesome hiding spot for all things naughty (in a backpack under the bed), would NEVER be discovered. How could it? So clever. Lol
Anyway, the phone rings at my aunts... it's mom. She wants to talk to me?? "Is there anything we need to talk about? Anything you want to tell me? " I casually said no. of course the thought crossed my mind that I was busted, but after another week of vacation and playing dress-up with the cousins and all was forgotten. Until I got home and saw the two lighters from within the aforementioned bag 'o' naughty (yes, I was also a firebug. Lol) sitting on the microwave... a quick check confirmed my suspicions. I was BUSTED.
Nothing was ever said about it until a week or two ago when my dad, a few bourbons into a casual coversation said in his Appalachian Drawl "I thought yer mother'd sh** when she found 'em panties in yer room when you's a keed." ...cue the same old shock, shame, and horror... like it was yesterday all over again. The conversation turned to something else when he sensed my anguish, but yep... that happened. Lol
I remember one time as a teen, I was caught by my mom while wearing my sister's swimsuit.
It was late at night and I had slipped from my room while wearing my sister's one piece. My mom came out of her room and caught me. She sat me down on the sofa and had the "are you gay" question for me. After a minute or two, which seemed like hours at the time, she told me to go change. Nothing was ever said about it again.
I have a few:
1, i got caught looking at lesbian porn and denied it.
2, My dad found some of my moms lingerie hidden in my bathroom ( I just hit puberty then). I denied i put it there.
I was never caught. But I think my mom knew. When I was home alone sick or something I would try on her dresses. She also had several 80s secretary style blouses. Satin with billow sleeves and pussy bow. I had long arms so the sleeves were a bit tight. BOOO!!!! anyway, she had a red dress with puffy sleeves and a belt. I was trying it on and saw she came home. I quickly took it off. I forgot to put the belt back. She was cleaning and asked why her belt was out. She never said a word to me asking if it was me that did it.
Gwendolyn
The neighbor girl and I had played the whole summer as sisters but when school started, Mom started dressing me up as a little boy to go to school.
I couldn't figure out why.
My dad was a roughneck in the oil fields and was gone for weeks at a time.
I never understood why I never got to wear dresses when he was home.
Anyway, for Halloween my Mom and the neighbor lady decided that her daughter and I should go to school as twins.
They put us in frilly little dresses and had our hair in ringlets, we thought we were pretty special.
That was until we got home from school.
I guess the rig had shut down and my dad was home several days early.
When he saw me he had a fit.
He took me and put me in the car and we went to the barber shop and he had the barber give me a butch haircut.
I couldn't believe it. I was so humiliated.
When we got home and my mother saw what he had done she proceeded to have a fit herself.
It was quite some time before I was able to wear a dress again.
I still cringe 60 years later when I think of that.
Most embarrassing moment at the age of 10 i was trying my grandma's stockings on and left the bathroom door unlocked. She had them drying on a rack in the BR.
The pleasure of her hose overwhelmed and i made that error of leaving the door unattended.
She did not make a fuss just scolded me to left her things alone and get ready for dinner.
She was babysitting at the time. Never said a word to my folks, thank goodness!
Those stockings were silk and i never forgot the feeling!! :)
~Char