Puts the rosary away, puts the pray book away. Darn I just got this latex priest out fit too.
Ave Maria, gratia plena,
Dominus tecum.
Benedicta tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei,
ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae.
Amen.
Patron st Mary Magdalen.
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First a groom then a bride. Never again.
LMAO..too funny.Originally Posted by niya blake
Good thing her wife has a sense of humor. Seems like an okay ending afterall.
@Maria- LMAO at that story! I really do hope this works well for you sweetie, I hope in abou 10 days or so you can laugh at this and it's a turning point.
You can always tell your wife that you where just breaking in the dress.
It could have been worst, you could have been caught by the UPS guy.
Rader
my wife would have me wear it all day long and night and then let me out right before bed lol
WHEN IN STRESS WEAR A DRESS
BE HAPPY WITH YOURSELF IT ALL YOU GOT
Soooooooooo. What happened after she laughed at you when she saw you trapped like a damsel in a dress???? Does she tease you. What nick name has she giving ya?
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You just gotta' tell us what happened when she arrived home and "helped" you out of that dress!!!!!! I'm just glad it wasn't me!!!!!
Mollyanne
"To thine own self be true"
What has occurred to me is that this is exactly the sort of scene that you'll see in films and TV shows when people want to have a good laugh at us silly CDers. Well, it is silly and funny--but they're not laughing with us, they're laughing at us.
I remember one time that I put on one of my sister's dresses that had really tight wrist bands. I had to force my hands through them to get it on, not thinking about how I was going to get it off. (Come on, I was only 16. You expect me to be able to think ahead?) When the time came to undress, I eventually had no choice but to get a pair of scissors and cut the wrist bands oh so slightly. I don't know if she ever noticed. I'd say she did, but she probably wouldn't have been able to guess what happened. (I was deep in the closet at the time, of course--usually hers.) Maybe she thought that they were wearing out a bit.
If you're lucky, Rebekka, maybe your wife will "punish" you by making you put that dress on some time and not letting you out of it.
Best wishes, Annabelle
As of yet nothing much to report on that, as I had to rapidly get dressed for work after she got home. When she did get home she burst out laughing again and said that when she heard my message on the phone she kept laughing on and off for the next hour and had to really restrain herself from telling anyone what she was laughing about, but she was really dying to tell someone because she was so red in the face from laughing.
She did point out that while I was worrying about the dress that I didn't do a good enough job getting my eye makeup off and that I need to get some different makeup remover. Considering I was having to rapidly get ready for work and out the door it really wasn't great I still had some noticeable eye liner and mascara on.
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I am wondering if subconsciously, or consciously, You wanted to be stuck in the dress. You had your sister help you in it, you knew she'd have to help you out of it yet you let her leave while still wearing it. I think sometimes I do things that leave little hints around (not this that was a little hint lol) to bring up the subject. Not saying it was wrong persay, just curiousGlad it worked out either way
Flip Flops were made for Beaches & Bath Houses, We have neither in 2017. Lose the flip flops!
Also as a side note this was the first time that my sister had seen me dressed and was able to give her feedback. She said I could definitely pass from a distance and for the most part when in close quarters with other people as long as they don't have a longer period to examine me. Recommended a new wig and new breastforms as she said those were the biggest "off" things in appearance. Said my voice was a little high and nasal but my body language, tone moderation, and facial expressions while talking were 100% feminine. She said my walking around while in flats seemed a little off but I walked around in heels like someone who had spent most their life in heels and recommended I always wear them when I can despite the height increase. She also told me that even if she were able to read me she wouldn't be able to identify me as me if it weren't for one noticeable gap in my front teeth that is rather destinctive to me and a set of cosmetic teeth would be able to completely hide my indentity even if people could tell I was a crossdresser in public.
Part of how I got stuck in the dress was I took a chance and escorted her out to her car in full fem because of her confidence in my ability to pass with no questions in such a situation. Should have changed clothes first though to something easier to get out of
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It still worked out though and you got some valuable information concerning your ability to pass, plus it made dressing just slightly easier with your wife plus giving her a really good laugh. On top of that you got to stay dressed for another hour or so. All in all I would say it worked out well in the end
Flip Flops were made for Beaches & Bath Houses, We have neither in 2017. Lose the flip flops!
Ask the mailman to unzip you.
I'm glad it worked out for you. I once got stuck in a dress I was trying on in a clothing store. I had to call an SA over to unzip me. She wasn't happy.
8"-12" long hemostat. These are like a kind of 'locking pliers' used in surgery. Always works.
The one time i did not have them- i was trying on dresses as a bridal store. The owner got a call- excused herself for a good 45 minutes- I could not reach the back zipper due to the tightness of the dress in the torso and the arms. Oh well, she giggled when she finally came back and realized I was stuck when I asked her to unzip the dress. She was so sweet about it- even if i did use a stupid 'Halloween' lie. At least i bought another dress from her later... :-)
Try Ace hardware in the bargain tool bin- or- Ebay. Get a small assortment- but one should be at least 8" or longer. Excellent tools for general use as well, just not as rugged as real tools.
I like INNA'S answer the best. ". . . priceless."
What an entertaining thread! I laughed out loud, and I am so glad for the happy ending. My trick for getting in and out of back-zippered dresses is a shoelace with a paper clip tied to the end. It dangles down where you can reach it, and lets you get in and out with ease.
Can you zip me up?
Do U think that your wife might like to have cloths like you have?????
ok,
I was at work my Rebekka called me. I had to go to the restroom to listen to the message. I was almost rolling on the floor laughing because he was stuck in the dress. The only reason the dress bothered me was because it was/is a way better dress than I anything I own. But getting from that, I couldn't help but laugh. By the end of the message he was going in and out of his female voice. Which also made me laugh.
Hi Tracey -- hundreds of us, maybe more, have had fun reading this read for a day or two now, offering Rebekka suggestions (some useful, some not so much), and of course the fun culminated when she told us that her wife had gotten the voicemail and couldn't stop laughing. Now you have done us all the wonderful kindness of dropping in and sharing your own viewpoint, and I think I can speak for all of us and say that we collectively love you! Once I had read your own post, I checked your profile and read your few previous posts. It is 100% obvious that, right from the start, you have made a superhuman effort to accept and support the person you love even in the face of what we all (or almost all) recognize as an exceptionally difficult challenge coming at you straight out of left field. Your husband is a very lucky human being -- and I suspect he knows it, and is understanding it ever more fully every day. This particular episode, I predict, will become a lifelong private story the two of you will treasure and repeat (probably privately) forever. Last but not least, I noticed that in response to your three earlier posts many folks had encouraged you to get the minimum 10 posts accomplished and then join some of the forums that are limited exclusively to genetic females and/or to the wives/SO's of us crossdressers. That was very good advice and I hope you'll give it serious consideration; it will prove well worth it. Thank you for your generosity toward your husband, for seeing the humor in a trying circumstance he got himself into, and for sharing your own thoughts and reactions with all the rest of us.
Hugs -- Diane
A few days ago at work I put on my winter jacket, gathered some of the bottles and cans I had accumulated, and headed down to the recycling bins. Bins with circular openings. Bottles would have shattered if I had dropped my bottles in, so I carefully reached in to the opening and put the bottles down gently. And then my puffy fake-fur cuffs wouldn't come out backwards through the hole!
I had quick visions of having to call someone from work over to help me free my quite feminine fur coat from the recycling bins!
Amazing how creative the mind can get when one is trying to escape embarrassment
Trying things on at stores: there have been times when I was convinced I couldn't get the clothes off and would have to ask the SA or owner to help me. One of the times involved a long dress with no zipper that went over my head easily due to gravity but was too narrow to move backwards. There wouldn't have been any way for the store owner to get the dress off of me other than to pull it pretty much straight up, exposing my panties and bra and formsTo this day I don't know how I managed to get out of it by myself, but it involved nearly doing a hand-stand!
Yikes. I remember this type of situation well. When I was a teen, I used to wear my older sisters dresses whenever I could, but usually only the 'just slightly out of style' ones from the previous seasons. Being just slightly heftier than she was, the dresses were always snug, but not dangerously so, so there was no danger of them ripping. Until......the back zipper got stuck about a half inch from the top. I couldn't hold a hand held mirror to see what I was doing while using both hands to work on the stuck zipper. Tried everything. The day was getting longer....the family was going to come home. If I tore the dress, surely they'd all figure it out, I was the only one there. I managed to get it off with just a few minutes to spare, but I had been sweating in it all day, so it must surely have stunk up her closet. I ditched school the next day, went home, hand washed it in woolite (because I didn't know any other way, it said dry clean only but it would have been obviously missing and I didn't dare walk it to the cleaner (who of course was a friend of my dad, a mile away), so I washed it very carefully, blotted it dry, ironed gently, and put it back. I didn't put on any of her clothes for quite a while after that. And, never anything that I couldn't be sure to get out of. Not to mention, being very, very careful with zippers.
Some causes of crossdressing you've probably never even considered: My TG biography at:http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/...=1#post1490560
There's an addendum at post # 82 on that thread, too. It's about a ten minute read.
Why don't we understand our desire to dress, behave and feel like a girl? Because from childhood, boys are told that the worst possible thing we can be, is a sissy. This feeling is so ingrained into our psyche, that we will suppress any thoughts that connect us to being or wanting to be feminine, even to the point of creating separate personalities to assign those female feelings into.
OMG, some of the responses to this thread had me in stitches, especially #13, #15, & #20. lol. I'm glad it all worked out. But seriously,
I went through this. You two don't know me, but I'm a GG who is 110% supportive of my SO's gender expression. I have been from the very beginning, when she told me the day after our first kiss. It is a second relationship for both of us.
At one point my finances took a severe reversal and there was no way I could afford new things, which was quite a shift having been in a traditional marriage with a man who did enjoy it when I looked nice. I'm not a clothes hog, but I enjoy dressing nicely in styles that flatter especially in the beginning of my relationship with my current SO, knowing how much he is enticed by well-dressed women. Anyway, it got depressing (and scary) to see him getting all these beautiful things and as supportive as I am, a part of me kept thinking, "But I'M the girl here. Shouldn't you want to see these things on me?" At the same time there was no way that I wanted to be a "kept woman" and look to him as some type of sugar-daddy keeping me in cashmere and jewelry. So you can imagine the inner conflict.
I finally asked him to not show me his new purchases. I didn't mind seeing her dressed. We went out together frequently. But I wanted her eyes to light up when she saw me more than when she put on her own things, and I felt shabby in comparison. If this makes sense. Some CDers here might think when reading this that I was jealous or bitter, but I wasn't. I'll just say there is no way a CDer can understand what his SO goes through when she sees him want the pretty things for himself rather than for her, especially if she is supportive of his dressing. It's just a huge conflict all rolled up in wondering where this is all going and also wondering just who is supposed to be the female in the relationship. Unless a GG is a lesbian, she doesn't know how to share her female role in her romantic relationship. You know, the traditional role where the woman adorns herself in order to attract her mate, which is symbiotic to his enjoyment and attraction to her when she is adorned a certain way.
Tracy, I don't know if these are your feelings, but I thought I'd share mine just it case it rings a bell. It's all better now ... I've gotten rid of the notion that my partner is a traditional man and I've adjusted some of my expectations/assumptions (beliefs?) of what to expect from a male/female relationship. It took awhile to shift my attitudes and it was worth it. MY SO is worth it to me.
... also, it's been a few years now, our relationship has stabilized, and I've gotten past the phase of always wanting to look my best for him, the way it was when our relationship was new. Also, my SO has discovered her style and things have stabilized all around.
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