I think my sister saw my packer on my dresser this morning.  I think I might die now.  I was definitely not thinking clearly putting it there but it was only for "a second" and then she comes along. Lol

Quote from: Evan of Spades on September 21, 2014, 11:55:19 AM
I think my sister saw my packer on my dresser this morning.  I think I might die now.  I was definitely not thinking clearly putting it there but it was only for "a second" and then she comes along. Lol

My mother has come by my house and I have had like 5 jock straps hanging off the drying rack.  Sometimes she comes by the house to let the dog out when I am at work.  When I am using the drying rack, it is next to the front door.

She may have seen my packer before too, which is worse!  Sorry that happened Evan!

Drying rack = a object you set up to hang clothes to dry after washing.

Quote from: Brett on September 21, 2014, 12:33:59 PM

Drying rack = a object you set up to hang clothes to dry after washing.

Got it!   I think I can kinda guess what a packer might be, but would you please enlighten this naive girl so that I'm not totally ignorant about F2M stuff? 

xxx
Julia

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Jay

Quote from: Julia-Madrid on September 21, 2014, 12:43:29 PM
Got it!   I think I can kinda guess what a packer might be, but would you please enlighten this naive girl so that I'm not totally ignorant about F2M stuff? 

xxx
Julia

I'm always careful to put my packer in its plastic bag and in its hiding place and make sure its hidden after I use it. So hopefully this will never happen to me  . But my binder did become undone on the bus once and in the supermarket and at the tube stn all in one day a week or so ago. I hate velcro sometimes 

Family member saw my packer collection. Into the trashbin they went. Dang it..

Hoooboy, this happened to me once. Luckily, I was able to play up the ~wild and zany~ college kid thing pretty easily, and by the end of it, my whole family was laughing about the dick my friends and I had bought as a "joke." In retrospect, I sorta regret it, if just b/c it probably reinforced some problematic crap that my family already had going on, but at the time, it was the only thing I could think of, short of blurting out something about being trans. But yeah, I was absolutely MORTIFIED.

I don't have a packer but I do use an STP. I keep that in my night stand when I sleep and never leave it in my bedroom, lucky for me it fits well in my pants and every morning it goes right into whatever I'm wearing. As far as my binder goes, I have left it out, no one has said anything to me about it. But, if my siblings are home and its too hot I just take my shirt off and walk around in it. As soon as parents come home I put on a shirt. Siblings don't care what I do. As for parents, I don't really want to know what they think about it.

I tend to leave my junk just sort of... Out. I can't tell you how many times me or my husband have stepped on it in my pile of clothes or kicked it. It used to be awkward, but now we just shrug. How weird that conversation would sound to an outsider.

Husband: "what's? Oh. Honey, you left your dick on the floor again. Want me to bring it to ya?"

Me: "uh... No, that's fine. Toss it on the bed. I gotta wash it anyway. Actually, can you put it on the washer?"

What a nice husband you have Ayden. Is he Japanese? 

oh, that's hilarious, ayden.
reminds me of this leg that the previous owners of my parents' house had left in the attic.
almost feel like a shame that it was thrown away, nothing left up there to scare young visitors with.

My 6 year old nephew saw my packer twice.  The first time he saw it he said, "what is this".  I grabbed it and put it away and told him it was a giant eraser.  The second time I had taken my packer out to use i and forgot I had it out and I was in the living room with my sister and he starts to walk in and says "what is this", this time laughing so I sprung up, took it from him before she could see and hid it again.  Now I make sure to always hide it.

Quote from: King Malachite on September 21, 2014, 07:25:27 PM
told him it was a giant eraser

OMG HAHAHAHAHA.

I thought my roommate was sleeping so I was washing my binders.  As you may have guessed, they weren't sleeping.  Somewhat awkward conversation but since they knew me before I started binding they must have known what I was doing.  Now that I have new people in my apartment, I only wash my binders when I know the rest of them are all at work (which is a very limited amount of time).  I know I shouldn't be that embarrassed about it but I am. 

This weekend I helped my girlfriend move into her new house. It's an awesome house by the way!

Well, my best friend (female) is also a friend of my girlfriend, and their kids are all in the range from 10-17. The gf has a 10y/o boy and a 13 y/o boy, while the best friend came to help move with her 14/ y/o daughter and neice (who I also know (the bf's sister is also a friend of mine) and her 12 y/o son.

I wasn't quite as discrete with putting the packer somewhere when I went to bed Friday night as I could have been. And I left the bag of clothes ( I had been there all week with the helping to pack and moving little stuff).

So the two girls decide they were going to be nice and bring my stuff across the street (yep.....the new house is across the street) for me. I get pulled aside later by the best friend, who is laughing her ass off. The just about can't stand up and talk sort of laughing. And the two girls are just smirking. I wasn't wearing the packer because it was so freaking hot and we were all sweating our selves silly.

The girls had seen it, and asked the best friend how to proceed. The best friend explained it was like girls stuffing their bra or something to make their boobs look bigger. ( I thought this was a pretty cool explination ) No one was bothered, they found it funny. I ended up going to put it on because they all wanted to know if they could actually tell the difference. So I did.

I was embarassed at first, but then got 'presentation' tips. Yes, we really are THAT close. And then the gf joined in the discussion.

Looking back it's rather hilarious to me, but at the time I could have died......

Oh yeah, I then talked the very straight and very cis best friend into squeezing herself into one of my binders because she wanted to know what it felt like. She declared them more comfortable than Spanx, and promptly sat down with the Underworks site on her phone and checked out the female-ish offerings they have.

Since when is a binder comfortable to wear in any situation? LOL I dunno, but those Spanx things must be a BEAST.

Oh packers The caretaker of my previous dorm saw my stp once. I didn't know he was going to come by (something with checking the toilets) and it was lying in the sink in my bathroom. I arrived after he came in and he never said anything but well... He did have a bit of a haunted look on his face :p

Quote from: Ayden on September 21, 2014, 05:47:29 PM
I tend to leave my junk just sort of... Out. I can't tell you how many times me or my husband have stepped on it in my pile of clothes or kicked it. It used to be awkward, but now we just shrug. How weird that conversation would sound to an outsider.

Husband: "what's? Oh. Honey, you left your dick on the floor again. Want me to bring it to ya?"

Me: "uh... No, that's fine. Toss it on the bed. I gotta wash it anyway. Actually, can you put it on the washer?"

It's like that with me and my partner too  I often wonder if our neighbors ever over hear me in the morning when I'm shouting up the stairs "dude dya know where my dick is I can't find it" - I can't tell you how many times I've missed the bus because I can't find my junk. firstworldtransproblems

Once a friend of mine popped by unannounced randomly one morning and I opened the door sans-binder thinking it was just the post man or something. Then let him in and the first thing he spotted was my packer on the desk. Luckily I had decided to tell him my situation literally the day before so it wasn't a horrible outing moment xD he just found it funny (and was amazed I managed to hide such an ample bosom )

Much earlier in transition when living with family members it was more awkward. I remember receiving my very first play-packer in the mail while living with my sister and she wanted to know what I'd ordered.

me: Trans stuff
her: well let me see
me: ....you won't like it
her: omg just show me I'll have to get used to it blah blah
me: fine *shows*
her: ew I didn't want to see that what's wrong with you

*sigh*

AH! oh man the horror of folks seeing your packer....I have nothing helpful to add--only that I've been there! Devastating!

I never packed, but I am laughing my ass off reading this and SO asked me what I am laughing at and all I can say is that I can't tell you with the kids in the back seat lol