Caught!!!
It seems to me that this is a subject that has surely been discussed here before, but not lately so I’m ging to go for it!
Everyone who’s done very much crossdressing, for whatever motivation, has surely faced this event, or at least experienced the panic of a near-miss. The fact or possibility of getting caught, either in the act or with unexplainable incriminating evidence is something that is probably the most common uniting factor for all of us.
In my own experience, I have to go back to my youth to find examples (due to spending most of my adult life in the “pray it away” camp). Early on I would sneak into the clothes of others, almost always relatives, and seldom felt as if I were on the verge of being caught. As puberty approached, the ability to stay undercover got more difficult. Probably the first sign I was “on the radar” was when my parents found it strange that their son was leaving so much hair in the bathtub. For a while I was shaving every hair in sight furiously although eventually I was overwhelmed with the extent of the job. Some time later a suitcase full of my mom’s clothes was a pretty tell-tale sign. Still, as far as I know I was never actually caught while dressed. On through my teen years, I found the most fertile field in what was, in a sense, the most dangerous.
(Continued below...)My grandparents lived on a recreational lake in the 70’s and most of the houses in the area were second homes belonging to people who spent little time there. Over time I figured out which houses had, for instance, an unlocked window, or some other form of access. Which of those had clothing for the appropriate age and size female that I could and wanted to wear. And when the residents could be counted on to not surprise me with a visit. I made dozens and dozens of such “visits” without incident and they were a very valuable relief outlet in a period of my life where being trans was a very heavy burden. But looking back, I can appreciate how very badly things would have gone if one of those folks had surprised me by walking through the door while I’m decked out in his wife’s (or daughter’s) best summer wear. It’s easy for me to imagine hundreds or thousands of scenarios in which one might be “caught”indulging in crossdressing.
Perhaps you have a story you’d like to tell? Were you ever caught? Any near-miss? Any time at which you decided to just go ahead and come out once the secret was discovered? Inquiring minds want to know!
photo by: Greencolander
I too had so many close oments, when i started wearing my wife’s panties and camisoles. But one day, it was too close to comfort, i had her panty on under my pants, when she came in. I did panic, and that is day on which i came out to my wife.
Lordy mercy yes. I’ve been caught 3 time in my life and it did’nt go well any of the times. But there was always a certian excitement about the possibility of getting caught. I still have to be careful with it because I have’nt came out to my new wife. I will some day but right now it does’nt seem right. Maybe there is a part of me that wants to get caught, but in the mean time I’m having fun dressing in my female clothing every chance I get. Stolen moments are sweet times for me. Love Elle.
As a child and then into my teen years, I didn’t worry much about getting caught. Somehow my parents knew, but never said much or punished me. I always dressed in private during stolen moments when they weren’t around. As I got older, there might have been one or two instances where they walked in on me unexpected in one of my mom’s dresses and pantyhose. They would just walk out of my room and I would get the cold shoulder for the next few days. It wasn’t until I was an adult and married that getting caught was like a nuke going off. My wife came home from work early leaving me too little time to change out of my femme clothes and hide my stash. I was forced to throw my jeans on over my tights, my pink clad feet clearly visible. And, I was forced to give her the “coming out” letter I had prepared for an emergency such as this. She had known that I had wanted a sex change before we started dating but thought that it was all in the past. We separated within the year and she has made me pay dearly for the last 20 years.
This is a great subject. I think that the fear of being caught is one of the elements that provides heightened enjoyment to crossdressing. I have said it before but it bears repeating “If you are not living on the edge you are taking up too much room.”
My wife knows that I dress and she is marginally tolerant but lives in fear that others will find out. Over the years she has fould all of my stashes and even now does not like the clothes and shoes in my closets.
One night when I was out of town I was leaving a bar while dressed in a short coral lace dress, heels and full makeup and wig and was pulled over for speeding. I was terrified but the cop was cool. I still do not believe I got a ticket for only 11 miles an hour over the limit…it is almost more embarassing to be nailed doing 41 ina 30 than being out in a dress.
I paid the ticked the next day but we still got mail at the house that needed an explanation.
Pat