It could have been worse, at least I wasn't flatulent.

[Jennygirl]

This kinda stuff just happens

Reminds me of the time I was at the airport, I used the restroom and pulled up my tights. I forgot to check the back, and my dress was kinda stuck in them which revealed my entire tights-covered butt. A girl in the bathroom said to me "Uh, your dress is kinda tucked in up there". I said yeah that's how I like to wear it, and then thanked her haha. Dodged a major mess up there. Thanks rando girl in the restroom!

[Obfuskatie]

This kinda stuff just happens

Reminds me of the time I was at the airport, I used the restroom and pulled up my tights. I forgot to check the back, and my dress was kinda stuck in them which revealed my entire tights-covered butt. A girl in the bathroom said to me "Uh, your dress is kinda tucked in up there". I said yeah that's how I like to wear it, and then thanked her haha. Dodged a major mess up there. Thanks rando girl in the restroom!

If you can't laugh at yourself, you'll miss a lot of comedy gold imo    It's kinda a new feeling though, being embarrassed as a girl around guys.  There's so much to be attentive of: poise, conversation, table manners, what your hands are doing right now and now or now.  Sometimes things just slip through the cracks in your attention, or get tucked in them as the case may be.  Thank god girls typically look out for each other to keep something they wouldn't want happening to them from happening to you.  If I had been in your shoes Jennygirl, I'd have had a mini-panic attack and gone ashen white before thanking her profusely and hurriedly fixing it.

Oh boy it sounds like transitioning is like huh I'm a girl now now what do I do oh I know Imma snap my bra strap for something to do when I'm bored, nervous, anxious or just kind adjust my panties like its totally normal.  It sounds like trying to learn how to be a girl isn't so easy lol.

It seems to me that it's just the adjustment period for wearing the female accouterment that goes with presenting full time.  The new undergarments can often be uncomfortable, or slip in interesting ways.  I don't think of it as learning how to be a girl; to me being myself is how to be a girl, essentially.  Taking the step to allow yourself to express femininity can be daunting.  But adapting to a prettier wardrobe is totally worth it imo.

[V M]

This kinda stuff just happens

Reminds me of the time I was at the airport, I used the restroom and pulled up my tights. I forgot to check the back, and my dress was kinda stuck in them which revealed my entire tights-covered butt. A girl in the bathroom said to me "Uh, your dress is kinda tucked in up there". I said yeah that's how I like to wear it, and then thanked her haha. Dodged a major mess up there. Thanks rando girl in the restroom!

This is what happens when you're in a hurry 

I had a friend visiting and needed to take a restroom break and when I came out of the restroom he kindly told me that I may want to go back and check myself

Sure enough, dress hung up in the undies    I've made a point of checking ever since whether I'm in a hurry or not

[Eva Marie]

My therapist dryly noted that she could see my undies as I was sitting across from her on the couch the first time I wore a skirt to a therapy session. Apparently sitting ladylike in a skirt requires more attention than I was giving. Lesson learned.

Bra adjustments and blouses stuck in the back of my pants after going to the restroom happens all of the time.

Absentmindedly wiping an eye and unknowingly smearing eye makeup across my face and not catching it has happened more times than I can count.

At college one night I had on my 4" stiletto heel heel leather boots and I was hustling across the parking lot since I was about to be late for class. I started down some stairs without thinking to be careful and I stumbled, taking a bad fall and landing flat on my face in front of a bunch of students. I loudly said some bad words as a fell (most likely in my boy voice) which really didn't help matters much - no one came to my rescue 

You just gotta laugh and shake it off when that stuff happens.

[Zoetrope]

It could have been worse - you could have been Michael Flatley

[stephaniec]

I had a bad embarrassing moment when I went shopping once. Before I got on a bus to go shopping at a mall , I had coffee at Panera and put my eyeliner on in a hurry using my web cam and I did something wrong because after getting to the mall and looking  in the mirror by the cosmetics , I saw I had one eye nicely done and the other eye was so way off with the eye brow line down on my eye lid , It looked quite hideous .

[Cindy]

Possibly the most embarrassing so far that I felt rather proud of dealing with coolly was when the elastic in my knickers went and they were affected by gravity. As they rather ungracefully slide down my legs I casually stepped out of them, picked them up and put them in my bag and continued on as if nothing had happened. I was aware enough not to look around to see if anyone had seen me

[Jill F]

The pantyhose I wore to the Brian Setzer show were at least a year old (I don't wear them much) and they were falling down the whole time.  Constantly readjusting so they didn't fall down past my short dress wasn't fun.  I think people must have noticed me tugging on them constantly.

[Zoetrope]

Actually, I do have one.

A few months into transition, I was still wearing a long chestnut wig, with my own super-short, stuck-back hair underneath.

After a shift once, as I crossed the busy street from the hospital where I work to the bus stop, a tree branch caught the top of my wig.

It was hoisted clean off my head, and into the middle of the road.

I picked it up and put it back on my head in front of peak-hour traffic like I just didn't care :~D What else could I do?

*So* glad I don't have to wear it anymore ....

[suzifrommd]

Nope. I want people to think I'm perfect, especially hot guys.

Well, it's your life, but I can't say enough good things about how wonderful it was to let go of my perfectionism. I don't want a guy who expects me to be perfect - I wouldn't be able to be myself around him.

[Obfuskatie]

Well, it's your life, but I can't say enough good things about how wonderful it was to let go of my perfectionism. I don't want a guy who expects me to be perfect - I wouldn't be able to be myself around him.

If I must be serious a moment; to be perfectly honest, I was a tad flippant then.  Yes, acceptance is incredibly important, and perfection is an impossible ideal like normalcy.  But, I do want a guy who sees me as perfect the way I am, or perfect for him.  If he does, then I will know he's blinded to my glaring flaws by love or blindness.  I'm done with passionate yet abusive and mediocre yet passionless relationships.  But I'd rather not open that box of unpleasantness in this thread.

So... let the silliness resume! 

A few weeks ago, my older brother flew down from Washington for the holidays.  On one of the days not reserved for my mom or dad/stepmom, he took me to lunch.  To tell you a little about him, he's an intelligent and exceptionally funny man.  He has a gift for orating that I can only come close to in writing, and constantly makes me laugh.  We used to finish our meals at about the same time.  However, after starting my transition I am eating much slower, careful to not overeat.

I don't even remember what we were talking about, but my lunch ended by me nearly choking to death.  Convulsing with laughter, I allowed partially chewed bits of veggie burger to cascade onto the plate from my mouth.  He paused, asked if I was ok and waited to make sure I could breathe.  I tearily took a tentative breath, didn't choke again, then nodded.  I have no idea how much my makeup got smeared, but my brother tilted his head a little, gestured vaguely toward my then demonstratively to his eyes and told me with a growing smile, "You got something..."  I flipped him off, and proceeded to mop the smeared makeup off my face. He watched me a second, shrugged, and continued the story.

I didn't really get that embarrassed, since he was busy entertaining me.  But I did eventually see my racoony reflection in the vanity mirror on the way back home.  I hadn't been able to do a very effective cleanup at the table...

[Virginia]

And don't forget to take off the sticker they put on the back of the thigh of new pants and the tags hanging from the nape of the neck of tops!

My therapist dryly noted that she could see my undies as I was sitting across from her on the couch the first time I wore a skirt to a therapy session.

Avoiding the accidental (inevitabable when walking up stairs) crotch shot  is one of several reasons for wearing a slip under a skirt. A slip also keeps silky fabric from static clinging to your legs/hose and prevents everyone from seeing your skin or the silhouette of your legs with skirts made of shear fabric or lace. I rarely wear hose in the warmer months and like to wear a split slip (similar to tap pants or bloomers) to keep my legs from chafing and sticking together.