Had a close call this last weekend when a friend came over four a couple nights, which we do every few months or so here and there. He doesn't know about my dressing.
I dress daily at home to some extent or another so by the second night of abstaining I was at my limit. ugh. I decided around 9 to "retire early" so I could get a little "relaxation" in. Underwear, forms, a dress and hose later, I laid down on the bed. Content, "relaxed" and happy, I fell asleep...
Woke a few hours later with the urge to use the restroom, I got up all groggy, quickly made sure the coast was clear and went down the hallway. I finished my business but as I was washing my hands I heard my friend coming down the dark hallway. I quickly said "I'm in the restroom" and heard him acknowledge, but he wasn't going anywhere. He stood a foot away from my bedroom door, I had just finished and had nowhere to go.
I don't use the lights at night- I either use a flashlight or just go with my night vision so it was dark. He didn't, either. I peeked out a couple times to see if he'd move, but it wasn't happening. I did notice however, that he didn't seem to see me peek out. I was groggy going to the bathroom, but this had me wide awake. There was nowhere to hide and no way I could undress without making noise.
I took a deep breath, then calmly- out into the hallway in unmistakably female attire: opaque hose, full bust, just below the knee skirt length dress, walked right up to him and in my best groggy voice: "'ts all yours". I proceeded through the bedroom door, he gave me the zombie-affirmative "Uh huh", then he walked around me towards the restroom. The latch as the door closed behind me... loudest sound on earth at the time.
He didn't see a thing.