So I'm sitting in my flat entirely en femme, make up on, hair on, catching up on some things.
To give some context I'm not "out" in any way shape or form at the moment.
Knock at the door.
->-bleeped-<-! instantly realise what's happened. I left the kitchen tap running, I must have flooded my downstairs neighbour.
Knock Knock Knock
I have never moved so fast
Tap off. Towels down. Into bedroom. Top off, Skirt off, bra off, panties off, tights off, wig off, makeup remover wipes X 4(bloody eyeliner). Boy clothes on.
Run around block to downstairs neighbour (has own entry round the back, terraced street) before he calls the police thinking I'm out and they break into my flat filled with crossdressing accoutrement.
I would have loved to have filmed myself backwards and posted it on youtube as the world's fastest MTF transformation

Neighbour is really nice about it but has spoken to my upstairs neighbour who was about to call an emergency plumber.
AAAH, dont have his number!
Runrunrun, his doors open, go in and call upstairs, "dont...[puff]...call...[wheeze]...plumber....[gasp]. Fortunately he realised it must be coming from mine, can barely hold in his laughter.
Hope this gave you all a bit of laugh. Anyone else had a situation like this?
I suppose the only way to avoid this in future is to go full time

With love
Jessica