I was also imagining quite a few times that it would be exciting to get caught all dressed up. But when that really happend to me, I wet myself from embarrassment and fear. (sometimes I go out at night walking around fully dressed in the other side of the city, quite far from my neighbourhood. The reason for that is, that no one from my family or friends know about my passion yet).
I was totally unprepared when a cop stopped me while I was walking back to my car. I wasn't expecting that, since I didn't see him walking toward me until it was too late. He stopped me and I started stuttering because of embarrassment and at the same time peeing down my legs. He clearly saw that but I just couldn't stop. Finally I managed to stop, but huge puddle was already under my feet and pants visibly wet. I was so angry with myself, how could I choose exactly that night for wearing knee length light blue colored female jeans and not long skirt or at least something dark colored. Really soooo humiliating, especially since he was giggling all the time while establishing my true identity. I was so scared that he would arrested me or something. Luckly he let me go, since I didn't do anything wrong, but I had to walk all wet another 15 minutes back to my car where I had my male jeans and I could change. That 15 minutes felt like an hour to me.
After that incident I was gathering courage almost 6 months to go out again dressed like a woman.
