Hi All,
Yesterday, for the first time in forever I had the place to myself. We have been building a ranch property from the ground up,it has been a very long process and there has been workmen on the place almost every day for the last 8 weeks. No privacy for me. And since I am closeted I've only been wearing underthings occasionally.
So, even though I wasn't feeling that girly I decided I dress up a bit. So, panties and bra. And then, unusually for me, I decide to add birdseed/nylon breasts and a dress. A light blue, mid-length dress made of a jersey material. Now I don't really like the dress that much because it is too tight and it has sleeves that are mid -length and it just makes it hard to adjust. The sleeves tend to pull down the neckline and so the dress never fits quite right and it is too tight. But it was out here in the barn so I wore it.
Oh yea, to set the scene, I have an office over our barn and that is where the next takes place. One other detail, we have people dropping by constantly since we moved, workers - neighbors, Grand Central Station. So there is some risk that someone might just drop by but I don't really give it too much thought
Anyway, I'm working at my desk. More dressed up than usual when I hear the barn door downstairs slide open.
OH MY GOD!!!!! Danger, danger Will Robinson!!!! Defensive perimeter has been penetrated!!!!!
All hands on deck! Must remove female clothing immediately! Return to Boy mode! Return to Boy mode!!!
So, in a panic I try to take the dress of at the shoulder but the stupid thing is clingy, too tight, and I can't get a good grip. So I get the bright idea of just pulling it over my head. Because I have to get out of that dress ASAP.
Not a good plan as it turns out.
I whip the dress up over my head and in the process my two "breasts" fly across the room. Heads up! Incoming!
But I don't know where they land because I can't get the freakin' dress over my head! So now my panic is on the rise - plus I can't see!
I struggle back and forth, trying to wrestle the offending bit of fabric off my head but I am stuck. Just plain stuck. I'm doing little circles in the room, pulling and tugging. Finally I give the now cursed dress a huge yank and I get it up over my head.
But no further. Now it has essentially become a straight jacket.
Here it where it gets good. I'm standing there in my bra and panties with a dress over my head - but the dress has now pinned my arms back. So I'm pretty much doing an imitation of a Tyrannosaurs Rex trying to get a Velociraptor off its back. Except I don't have the really large head to reach around I'm bite that son of a ..... I've become sort of a Tyranny - Tranny.
I'm flailing around the room ineffectively trying to grab the dress with my little bitty arms, doing my dance of desperation and in the process I manage to kick one of the breasts across the room and just miss taking out a light fixture.
All is chaos.
Finally, I get one arm partly free. Pull off the dress, pop off the bra and throw them, appropriately enough, in the closet. I pull on my pants and boots. Hustle into my shirt and head downstairs. Trying to compose myself.
And what do I find?
My horse that is on stall rest has managed to unlatch her dutch door and is pulling it back and forth. She seemed quite proud of herself. When she moves it back an forth it sounds just like the main door moving. How nice.
Just me and the horses. No one about for miles.
Pleasant way to start the day.
El
PS Sorry about the typo in the thread title. I changed it but didn't see the "ing" as the display box was too small. Seems I can't change the actual thread title. ( title corrected Shelly P )
