Went home yesterday to help my parents work on some projects my Dad just can't do anymore.
Being back where I grew up is always bittersweet, tons of good memories, bunch of bad.
I got a list of things I would need together and headed out to the hardware store to get them.
Stopped to get a burger and fries at the little diner that is still there, looked around when I walked in and sitting in a booth smiling and waving was my high school girlfriends mom. I always liked her, she was a nice, funny lady who was always chaperoning events and trips who could magically produce a stick of juicy fruit or big red gum if you wanted one. We talked while I ate and she sipped coffee about her daughter - we ended our relationship amicably when we graduated high school with no harsh feelings or ill will, she went to college, I went into the military.
I hadn't seen my ex gf in years, last time I saw her was when I was home on leave one summer and she was home from college, 30 years ago now. So she caught me up on her marriage, where she lived and showed me the obligatory pictures of the grandkids.
She asked about me so I told her about my life and my wife, she smiled and patted my hand and said she was glad to hear about my wife, she always worried about me since I liked wearing panties and bras and other clothes so much.
Wait, mouth dropped open ... WHAT?
She looked at me and smiled and said that my girlfriend had told her all about my love for feminine things when she found her taking some of the clothes meant for Goodwill that she and her older sister had put in out of the box and asked why, they were too big for my gf, what was she doing with them? Apparently my gf told her everything at that point.
She said she was shocked and asked a lot of questions and wanted to know if we were doing "things" that kids normally did or if I was gay? No, not gay, we did things, I just liked the clothes.
So she told my gf she wouldn't say anything to her sister or her dad and left it up to her as to whether or not she wanted me to know about her finding out. She never told me and her mom never let on that she knew, never treated me differently.
She told me she had to run and told me that she would continue to keep my secret then gave me a hug and wished me well.
We did spend tons of time at her house with her helping me figure out what fit, she showed me how to wear things properly- like a garter belt and nylons. I thought we were just really smart and avoided getting caught, turns out the whole time, her mom knew and would actually plan activities for herself and everyone else away from the house to give us time for my dressing and learning.
I left feeling a bit betrayed, shocked and questioning if I really wasn't as slick as I thought I was at hiding things.
Going to reach out to the ex and say - "So, I ran into your mom today ..."


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, That was totally Unexped, >Orchid**O
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