When I was in the service I was arrested one night, drunk, wearing pantyhose. I might have gotten away with that if I hadn't been wearing shorts. Anyway, I was taken to the hospital for a blood/alcohol test. Later, I was ordered to get psychological counseling and I am sure that the incident was used against me when I tried to re-enlist. I was denied re-elistment.
My stash of tights, leotards, panties and one jumper were found by my mother. The clothes were given away and I was taken off to the doctor, who said it was just a phase and I would grow out of it. Hmmm...haven't yet.
Jeannie (a.k.a. Black Leotards)
Hi: I walked out of my house one early evening and got into my truck...I was totally en femme - dress, hose, shoes, wig, makeup and purse...my neighbor came driving up the street and, seeing my truck, waved as we always did to each other...momentarily forgetting I was Cher, I waved back (duh)...a couple of days later he was walking his dog past my front gate just as I was leaving (in drab), he remarked that I was "lovely"...the only thing I could think of to say was "thanks"...he never mentioned it again (nor have I), even though we see (and wave) to each other several times a week...at least he's discreet, which is a whole lot more than can be said about me!!! - kisses
CHER
hey something similar happened to me... i wore my sister's cami so sleep, and when i woke up i jsut left it lying around, not expecting my mum or anybody for that matter to enter my room. but my mum did, and she asked what the cami was doing there. i said the best thing that i could think of then:"i don't know". she asked several times, and i kept saying i didn't know. but i bet she was suspicious.. she even told my sis to go put it in the laundry to wash. but my mum (and sis) never said anything about it again.Originally Posted by klinger
Yeah, I was hospitalized while on LSD once. Not because I had a "freak-out," but because I was very deep into a profound Christmind spiritual trip (a level Omega "God trip") and I didn't want to break my attention off the trip just to respond to some friends who were trying to get me to talk to them. One friend's boneheaded wife freaked out and called the ambulance. Funny thing is, between my trip to the hospital and the time I got out that morning, I must have lost about a quart of blood because of the wrong way the I.V. line was first jabbed into me by one EMS worker (and keep in mind that I wasn't struggling or anything, I was completely limp), which caused me to lose quite a bit of blood right there, and when I was in the hospital the I.V. line came out and blood sprayed everywhere. By the time I got out of the hospital that morning, my clothes were pretty much completely covered in blood. Talk about this morally corrupt world having some psychotic attitudes towards (some) drugs! Had I been simply left in peace I would have been just fine. Nor has anyone ever died from an overdose of LSD, so it's not like a hospital can do anything beneficial in the first place, all it can do is make things worse in such a case.
But the Archetype Psychedelics (such as LSD, psilocybin, mescaline, etc.) definitely have a way bringing to the forefront issues which are eating you up inside. At a later date from the hospital incident I accurately prophesied while on LSD my life as it is now, about me being "out" to people about my crossdressing and bisexuality, among other things which have since come to pass. (I also had a vision of Jesus Christ's crucifixion, as well as visions concerning the End Times--and this was well before the New World Order/U.S. government-staged 9/11 PsyOp attacks). During this particular trip I tried to tell my mother about these things, but couldn't bring myself to it, so I just went on about "love, honesty, and integrity" to her, among other things. At that time I was a hardcore atheist, so after my "God trips" I would just blow them off. Later, as I found that very specific and detailed information which was revealed to me during these "God trips" was being confirmed I had no honest choice but to accept the reality of God.
Anyway, Chloe, what I'm getting at here is that living a lie is one of the worst things you can do. LSD finally allowed you to speak the truth about yourself to your parents, and since when is speaking the truth a bad thing? Don't blow off this experience: the Archetype Psychedelics are simply tools put here by God for the working out of good--but how you use the tool is up to you. It showed you the right path to walk: namely, "love, honesty, and integrity"--but it can't make you walk that path.
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Yes!!! If we all chose "Love, Honesty and Integrity" to lead our lives, the "consequences" would be a healthy and sane planet and a more pleasant experience while we are here.
It is tragic to know how many lives have been lost and the pain and grief that is so prevalent in this community. How the guilt and humiliation has complicated the pursuit of "joy" and self-esteem.
We are actually the fortunate ones in that we are entering a more tolerant period in our history and we have the power of the Internet to find encouragement and understanding... and "Love". It is never going to be easy, living a Transgendered life, but we can live it with dignity.
I can say that I am liberated... finally... but that freedom does not mean going shopping in a dress. My freedom is being confident and secure and knowing that I'm living my life without guilt. For many of us, it would be too disruptive to be "out" and we remain in stealth mode. That is actually an act of Love and Honesty... to sometimes put the feelings of those closest to us, ahead of our own, until we can find a way to be more open.
Of course, I don't encourage anyone to use Psychedelics to find their way out of the closet but I do encourage everyone to search for their comfort level and to, at least, lose the guilt from thinking about or doing what is a purely natural impulse.
Now... put on those panties and hose and be FREE!!! Just make sure that your skirt is longer than it is wide!!!We're talking about "Dignity" here!!!
[size=4]---Jen---------[/size]
My consequences were when my (now ex) wife told EVERYONE that she had to divorce me because I wanted to be a girl and wasn't that sick and discusting and how wrong I was to hurt her that way.
I have lost many friends with the divorce, but have made many new ones since. Humility does have a way of creating more confidence and self-esteem for me. I'm actually glad it happened.
Now, I made sure that my current GF and wife to be knows for sure and doesn't have a problem with it. She even shops with and for. Fortunately, she's Thai and crossdressing is part of the culture (not by everyone, of course, just by those who are gender-dysphoric). She said she doesn't mind how "girl" I get as long as I keep my man-tool. :-) I'm so lucky.
XO! -t.
t,
I see you are in Patong. That is such a beautiful part of the world! I was there about a year and a half ago on a trip sponsored by the company (award!) and it just blew me away!
Love,
Vicky
just strolling along the boardwalk of life!
John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
http://www.vickysplace.co.za/
I used to dress only in my home or I would go for a drink at a gay/lesbian bar. Some friends that I had met through a rollerblading club or at Halloween parties had seen me dressed, but only new friends I had met after moving from the suburbs. I was too scared or ashamed to let anyone know how often I dressed and I thought I would die if any of my old friends knew.
Well, one evening I decided to dress (I almost always include the whole gamut, ie. shaved legs and body, full make-up, wig) and was feeling safe and secure in my home. The phone rang and a couple of friends had driven into town to visit me. They were stopped at the corner store to get beer and wanted to know if I needed anything. I initially told them that I wouldn't be available for about 30 minutes and suggested they have a drink at my neighborhood bar. That would give me enough time to change out of my dress and remove my make-up and fingernail polish.
Then I changed my mind and told them to come on over but to be ready for a surprise. Needless to say, they were surprised. I was so nervous and couldn't believe I had invited them over. I was tired of hiding and feeling embarrassed. If my good friends couldn't accept me then something was wrong. We had a great time...drank and visited until the sun came up.
HI Miss Glenda...great story...you must have a lot of strength and fortitude..take care - kisses
CHER
My door 'jam' was broken this morning. I usually put a chair in front of the doorway so no one can open it on the other side. It worked really well for the most part, until today at least. I was sleeping in my orange-floral pants with an orange tanktop on. Now the curiosity of, who got a glimce of me begins. This will be a nervous day for me
-- Faye
My mother was very gentle and understanding when she caught me at the age of 8 or so.
My wife almost divorced me when she found out at the age of 35 or so. But we have worked it out very nicely.....
Busted by who? What were the circumstances, and were there any consequences?
-Belinda
Caught big time
Well let me think of all the times I have been caught. Okay let me narrow it down some the most memorable times that I have been caught should work. The first memorable time I was caught was when I was about 10 or 11, I had been dressing for a couple of years in secret behind my parents backs when one christmas I had kissed my parents good night and retired to my room and changed my underclothes. I had borrowed one of my moms bras and panties and put them on under a set of sweats. Well I guess my mom and dad wanted to make sure I was asleep before they brought the presents out to the front room and knocked lightly on my door before coming in. I had just finished getting in bed when they came in. They looked at the strange bumps under my covers and asked me what they where I simply sad that I was hiding their christmas presents so they couldnt see them. I guess it work because they walked out. But a couple days later I noticed that the bra and panties were missing from my hiding spot. Nothing was ever said.
I know it not as blanted as being caught dancin around the house in her clothes but after that I was alot more careful. Their have been other times I was caught but not as memorable as that night.
Love Always
Joanna
hi i'm donna i to have almost gotten caught by my girl friend's boys. just when you think they are't coming home here they are. gets the heart racing . i also was married to a woman who did not want any thing to do with xdressing would not even talk about she left and i found a woman who has changed my life completely she not only lets me dress up she helps me with make-up and advice on how i look in different outfit she is really great. sometimes she will call my cell and ask for donna and we set up a date for that night if we know the boys won't be home. we have great sex as woman and woman and as man (indrag) and woman i came tothe reallity that i was a crossdressed and always will be i quit several times but always come back now i don't want to leave this wonderful world of femine attire ijust love being and looking like a woman we are not alone!!
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