Maybe during this time of being shut ins, we might find time to tell a CD or TG story for the amusement of all. I'll start ...
Alcohol and secrecy don't mix. Before I retired I would occasionally travel in my work and be gone for 2-3 days. I always stopped at a thrift store to buy a few femme items and cheap lipstick to wear when I was in my hotel room. I almost always took some polaroid photos for future viewing.
One night at home after too much alcohol, I dug the photos out of hiding and sat down in my recliner in the family room to look at same. Recliner and alcohol don't mix, and I fell asleep. While passed out my wife came downstairs for some reason, and the next thing I know, she was shaking me awake and asking, "who is this woman"? I had some explaining to do after I said, "it's me."
Things did not go well. We burned the photos and being told I had to see a therapist type, I did over many weeks. My wife slowly resumed a normal relationship after I told her I was done with CDing.
But later, ......