So I take it that they know you underdress?
Originally Posted by Karren Hutton
My panties fill my undies drawer. I do keep a pair of manly briefs for the doctor visit...i like to wear a cami as i work. Would love to wear a bra but the protrusion might be a little bit of a problem because I'm the boss!
Years ago I worked as a security guard on the night shift 11pm to 7am. The bldg was
part office and warehouse and there was nobody around during the night. I had this
big clock called a Detex clock that I carried around with me and walked throughout the
building where there were key stations where I would walk to, put the key into the clock
to 'record' my time. I had to walk a tour, once an hour.
The lights were dimmed throughout the offices and the warehouse part, although there
were a few windows, they could easily be avoided by walking down different aisles.
I remember one night that after I relieved the guard and had the bldg to myself, I quickly went into the rest room
and took off my uniform and slipped into a pair of pantyhose and a full length navy blue slip
I also brought a pair of high heeled strappy sandals with me. I put my uniform
over my femm clothes and walked the first tour in my mens clothes. This gave me a chance
to check over the bldg, adjust the lights and to see what shipping bays were blocked by
We only had one camera and it watched the loading docks and was not hooked to any
recording devices. Luck was with me as I saw that 3 out of 4 docks were blocked by
trailers, leaving only one free. I dimmed the lights in that area.
I decided to change my uniform for the next tour. I took off my flat shoes and slipped
into my heels, but left my pants and shirt on. Part of the tour took me to the main
entrance and the cops had a tendency to make the driveway part of their radar trap.
So I headed out for the first stop, the main entrance and came to a stop at the corner
before the entrance and peeked outside. Nothing there, good...I walked to the first key
with my heels clicking on the tiled floor. I put the key in, turned around and walked
to the 2nd key station. That was down a corridor that could also be viewed from the
I recorded my presence at the 2nd and third key stations as well. When I got to the
end of the hallway, I could turn left and go back to my office, or turn right and walk
into the warehouse where the other 11 key stations were located.
Well, I had the side door securely locked and nobody else had the key. One would have
to physically break in the door to get inside. So I was pretty safe. At that point I
turned to the left and walked into my office and took a flashlight with me as I
decided to change into my other uniform. I put the clock down on the desk, slipped out
of my pants and took my shirt off. I was going to walk the rest of my tour in my slip,
pantyhose and high heels.
I grabbed my clock and headed for the warehouse. The carpet ended at the warehouse
door. Gone was the silence, to be replaced by the clicking of my high heels. I walked
onward to my first station and turned the key. Next was station two, I couldn't walk
in heels as fast as I could in flats but I trugged along. I turned the corner to station
two and I could feel the slip swinging around my legs as I turned. It felt wonderful.
My heels clicked down the hall to the other stations. There was a long walk ahead of
me and I continued to click my heels on the cement floor and to sway my long slip when
I turned the corners.
When I got to the one open bay, I turned on the flashlight and lit the way as the
overhead lights were turned off. When I turned my last key, I headed for the office
to do the paperwork. I put the clock down, headed to the door and peeked out the window
to see if any truckers were waiting for me to return. They sometimes delivered trailers
during the night. As usual, there was nobody there.
Before the next tour, I found the light switches that controlled the lights for the
inside corridor and shut most of them off. Leaving one one or two of them on, I could
walk the entire tour in my slip.
When the next hour came up, I grabbed the clock and flashlight and walked the entire
tour in my slip, pantyhose and heels. It felt so good to do my job enfemm, but I had my
uniform close by, just in case the inspector made a visit for a uniform check. He never
did and I did six more tours enfemm. I took off my feminine close before my shift was
over. The next day I would wear a dress, but thats another story.
i have worn a bra and panties under my work clothes for many years i was a telephone lineman
I would like to start wearing panties under my male clothes, but I haven't gotten the courage yet to do so. I really want to be Pamela full time and live as a woman, so I need to get over my fears and start working towards my goal. I have already planned that to start with I will wear Hanes white cotton panties to work. I guess I will be nervous at first that my shirt is tucked in so my panties are not visible to others. I know that after a while I won't think anything of it.
Work is the ONLY place I can dress up; so for me it's almost a daily occurrence. Depending on my work load, I might just slip into my bra, hose, and heels and lipstick. (I have a strange addiction to wearing heels!) If I have the time, I'll apply eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick too. In fact, since i can't take any of my CD stuff home, I'm wondering where I'm going to start storing it so the staff won;t find it!