So many times I should’ve been caught but fortunately or unfortunately she never came home while I was dressed. I did have my response ready if she walked in on me while dressed my plan was/is to just look at her and say well how do I look? I love reading about caught stories when they turn out good. Jill
My latchkey kid years were a crash course in performance art. I'd transform, explore a different side of myself, then, crunch of gravel on the driveway, and it was back to "normal" in seconds. Pantyhose, makeup, the whole nine yards, vanished. A quick check in the mirror, a casual "Hey!" at the door. Anyone else have a secret life they perfected as a kid? Paula G
Oh, the sound of the garage door! PAUSE my video game, scurry into my bedroom, hide the garments where my mom wouldn't find since she was still doing my laundry. Maybe hop in the bathroom and flush the toilet, so she would explain away my paused game.
Back in the dark ages of the 1960's to be a cross dresser also meant you were a homosexual, but described in vulgar terms. It was a confusing time for me as I was drawn to wear my mother's clothing and also lusted after unobtainable starlets and neighborhood girls. How could that be? Anyway, my parents sought to catch me wearing her clothes with just cause as I snapped a strap on her sole black bra. Yikes! My parents had gone for a walk and I misjudged the time they would be out. I was wearing a sun dresses when I heard the key in the door to the apartment. It was a fast strip, stashed away and don my boy clothes. Fortunately, I had placed the security chain which held as my father tried to muscle his way through the chain. It held. I escape with the lie that I had been delayed opening the door because I had in the bathroom. My parents were homophobic and I think, if I had been caught, my butt would have been beaten to a pulp and me tossed out like trash. Fast forward to now. My wife knows I am a cross dresser. She is not accepting, however, she has not said a single word about it since "The Talk" in the early 1980's. She has found an article or two on occasion that I had failed to sequester. She told me she found a bra or panty and place it behind the doors to the washer and dryer. Sometimes. I wish she would walk in on me fully dressed so we could renew that long ago conversation.
I got caught a few times as a kid. I just got better at hiding. I wanted to stop. but I couldn't. Once, I had to spend an entire afternoon hiding quietly in a hot attic. April
So many times I should’ve been caught but fortunately or unfortunately she never came home while I was dressed. I did have my response ready if she walked in on me while dressed my plan was/is to just look at her and say well how do I look? I love reading about caught stories when they turn out good. Jill
ReplyDeleteI like to hear Mother and son stories !
ReplyDeleteMe too.
DeleteMy latchkey kid years were a crash course in performance art. I'd transform, explore a different side of myself, then, crunch of gravel on the driveway, and it was back to "normal" in seconds. Pantyhose, makeup, the whole nine yards, vanished. A quick check in the mirror, a casual "Hey!" at the door. Anyone else have a secret life they perfected as a kid? Paula G
ReplyDeleteIf there was an Olympic event in timed transformation, I would have won a medal! --J
DeleteOh, the sound of the garage door! PAUSE my video game, scurry into my bedroom, hide the garments where my mom wouldn't find since she was still doing my laundry. Maybe hop in the bathroom and flush the toilet, so she would explain away my paused game.
DeleteBack in the dark ages of the 1960's to be a cross dresser also meant you were a homosexual, but described in vulgar terms. It was a confusing time for me as I was drawn to wear my mother's clothing and also lusted after unobtainable starlets and neighborhood girls. How could that be? Anyway, my parents sought to catch me wearing her clothes with just cause as I snapped a strap on her sole black bra. Yikes! My parents had gone for a walk and I misjudged the time they would be out. I was wearing a sun dresses when I heard the key in the door to the apartment. It was a fast strip, stashed away and don my boy clothes. Fortunately, I had placed the security chain which held as my father tried to muscle his way through the chain. It held. I escape with the lie that I had been delayed opening the door because I had in the bathroom. My parents were homophobic and I think, if I had been caught, my butt would have been beaten to a pulp and me tossed out like trash. Fast forward to now. My wife knows I am a cross dresser. She is not accepting, however, she has not said a single word about it since "The Talk" in the early 1980's. She has found an article or two on occasion that I had failed to sequester. She told me she found a bra or panty and place it behind the doors to the washer and dryer. Sometimes. I wish she would walk in on me fully dressed so we could renew that long ago conversation.
ReplyDeleteI got caught a few times as a kid. I just got better at hiding. I wanted to stop. but I couldn't. Once, I had to spend an entire afternoon hiding quietly in a hot attic.
ReplyDeleteApril
Where’s a good website to read mother and son Crossdressing stories?
ReplyDeleteFictionmania is the "mother" or all TS/TG stories. No pun intended.
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