The fear of getting caught is so frighteningly unnerving that I have sometimes not dressed because of it. The paranoia, the doubts of having replaced things as they were...I've had a lot of those crazy extremely agonizing times in good measure. I've tried to be careful but I've been caught too.
The first was our maid, who caught me red handed in my parents bedroom. She thought me feet was first a snake because of the black patterned hose as I had ducked behind the closet door. Then a few times my mom found her stockings and pantyhose under my mattress. Then once much later, I came home after work, had a nice dress up session, then removed my makeup put on a blue nightie, bra, panties and well stockings to bed. I had accidentally left the window slightly ajar. my bed was just next to the low window. I felt something poking me in the morning it was a buddy of mine, he had his hand through the window, poking me with a twig and he saw me lying in bed like that. I could have just died. By the time I got to the door I was in male clothes but he did tease me a bit, I put on a brave front saying 'I brought a woman home last night and she forced me to wear her nightie'...I know very likely, right? that was the best I could do. He asked me if I was gay, because he said that it would be weird then and uncomfortable. He is kinda popular and I fear and dread the fact that he may have told other friends too and since we did go to school together too the common friends between us is a lot. It's been about 5 years no one's said anything. Then I had another one, like always got dressed took pictures, hadn't transferred it to the laptop as I couldn't find the cable and it slipped my mind. So my brother the next evening says is that you dressed up in the camera? I felt a chill. wished the earth had just swallowed me up. I ask which, what. the photos there were kind of very provocative, heels wigs stockings, lingerie. wow.
. My brother though was really cool about it, never brought it up again and never made me feel like shit. Then my present gf was checking her facebook, I hadn't logged out apparently and she saw my alter ego. I was a wreck. She didn't go through it thoroughly, i was sitting opposite her, I couldn't see the screen, I just saw her face fall. We talked about it for awhile and it was hellish, well we're still together, we don't talk about it much. She knows and loves me still.
I do so much to prevent these things from happening, double checking, taking pictures of how things are before I start playing dress up. I check the mirror, hundred times to make sure I haven't left traces of make up. I say to myself I would rather give up dressing than get caught. I fear it so much, and then it happens and sometimes it's not as bad as the stuff that goes on in your head and I have lived to tell about it. I can only be more careful and just hope there isn't a fire, while I'm dressed that would suck.
Originally Posted by DaniCD1986
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