So I thought I'd see if anyone else had been almost caught before coming out to family as trans.  Now I'm not out to anyone so this is a continuing thing for me but here's a couple times I was almost busted...

First time was when I was fairly young, around 12 or so.  My family had went into town to go shopping so I thought I'd dress up a bit.  At that time I was raiding my mother's closest when I knew I would be alone for a while.  Well here I am wearing a bra and panties and was on my way to the laundry to get a shirt to wear over them.  The laundry in our house was connected to the door that goes out to the garage.  I don't know why I didn't hear the garage door but when I got to the laundry room, I saw my mother's head through the small window in the door.  I froze.  I was only about five feet from the door and would've been absolutely busted but luckily we had a small bathroom right there.  As the door was opening, I darted into the bathroom and locked the door.  It took a few minutes for my heart to stop racing.  I couldn't even imagine what would've happened if she'd caught me.  Even though that's been over thirty years ago, I will never forget it. 

So, there's my first "almost caught" story.  I have another one that I'll post later but thought I'd see who else has had that deer in the headlight moment.

I did dress up a few times though my family knew. One was in 1997 when I was 3 years old, i wanted to wear some of my cousins princess stuff and my aunt was right there smiling in the photo that was taken. The next that I recall, was at 13 on Halloween 2007. It was a wednesday so at school we could wear costumes, so I wore a dress, clip on ear rings, ect. Damn did that feel great. Beleive it or not I wasnt the one who got made fun of the most, that would go to my friend who dressed up as a cerial killer.... litterly, he wore mini-cerial boxs on his shirt with like fake knives in it. It was so corny and lame he took the brunt of jokes and I came out semi-free .. It felt good and euphoric... I came home and my mom asked me if i got laughed at, Then according to her I said (i forget saying this) ''Yes i did, But it felt right'' (the dressing part)... to which she kinda dropped the whole subject 

My mom caught me having her swim suits in my drawer,  my parents caught me with thongs in my drawer.   The ->-bleeped-<-ty thing is.  They are still not too agreeable with the LGBTQ community.   If I told them I was trans.. they will tell me I got issues.  I don't want them to "brainwash" me to de-transition.  I made it this far.  I can never and can't go back,  I am happy who I am now.  I can let my friends know,  my brother and cousin know,  my co-workers maybe eventually my managers at work.   But the biggest support I need right now is my parents to accept me.

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My ex found out 40 years ago and immediately started an affair with one of the Doctors she worked with. We divorced and I did not find out until last May, why. I had asked my mother to put me in my sisters costumes when I was 7. My sister was 12 at the time.

Never really had much of caught moment. When i was about 14 or 15 i was regularly sneaking mom and sisters's underwear from clean laundry and drawers and wearing them. At some point my older sister caught me looking through her dresser. We talked at the time. She was a pretty liberal and loving person but she eventually told our mom, who had some concerns but overall was ok with the fact i did it.

They were NOT ok with me wearing their things for understandable reasons, so sometime around 16 i went out and bought my own panties. Mom found these in the laundry later and had another discussion of concern "I'm afraid you will be teased or even hurt " I reassured her and we left it at that. She did my laundry at times and left it folded on the bed.

Sister turned out to be pretty supportive of my feminine side immediately. Several years later my mom was supportive of my femininity enough to buy me women's shirts and shorts. Shortly before she passed away she commented " I couldn't have asked for a better son/daughter " That was pretty special for me.

There was at least one occasion, where my mother almost caught me wearing tights or stockings.  There was also one time, when my sister almost caught me going into her dresser, when she was sleeping.

I had another one that was like a bad dream.  One of those things you think there is no way this could really happen but it did.  After my divorce, I moved into an apartment and had been building up my clothes/makeup etc. and was dressing at home quite a bit.  Of course, I had never set foot outside my apartment and had no intention of doing so.  Well one night, I'm completely dressed with makeup and wig, the whole shebang...  Suddenly around 9 pm, the fire alarms start going off throughout the building.  So after a second of, "this isn't really happening, is it?" I pulled off my wig, clip on earrings, quickly slipped out of the skirt I was wearing and put on guy jeans, jacket and shoes.  I didn't have time to remove my makeup but luckily it was fairly dark in the halls and outside.  I immediately went to my car and left.  The fire trucks were just pulling in at that time too.  I ended up driving around for an hour waiting for the fire trucks to leave and then making sure no on was around so I could hurry back inside.

So that's the closest I've come to going in public dressed so far.  Hopefully it will happen one day but I'd like it to be on my terms...

Oh I had quite a few instances when I was almost caught dressed up. In retrospect those situations are quite funny now but I was terrified at the time of being discovered.

The first one I remember was when I was wearing a pair of my mother's high heeled shoes in my room, sitting on the floor and my father came in. I quickly sat on my legs to cover the shoes.

There were multiple times when I was home alone in the afternoon wearing my mothers clothes and when I heard that someone is exiting the elevator on our floor I quickly ran into my room and changed back. Sometimes I could barely close my door in time as I couldn't run very fast in heels then and I did not want to waste time by trying to take them off.
These were all when I was a kid, after that there were a few years when I did not have the chance to be alone at home so I could only dress in my room.

Later when I was brave enough to venture outside I developed a few tactics which helped me to reduce the chance of being caught and I used them in various combinations depending on the situation:
- wait until my parents are asleep
- go to the top floor, use the gangway at the top of the building to go to the neighboring staircase and exit the building from the other exit
- go to the storage room at the ground floor and dress up there, use the hallway at the ground floor to get to the other exit
- go to the garage or the storage near the garage, dress up, venture from there

These helped but they did not ultimately solve the problem of me living with my parents and close to a lot of people who we know.

Sometimes I got home late when I was working far from home and I usually walked home in heels but dressed as male otherwise. A lot of times I had to change routes or hide to avoid people seeing me. One time when I got home my mother was still awake and greeted me on the hallway and I could barely escape into my room to get the shoes off before she turned on the lights. Luckily I was wearing wedge heels and they did not make the loud clicking sounds.

At one night I was coming home fully dressed so I entered the building from the other exit, used the hallway to get to our stairwell but I heard a neighbor nearby so I had to hide behind the garbage bins until he left. Then I hid in the ground floor storage room and changed back.

There was also a close call when I was on my way to the train station in a morning fully dressed up to go to a trans support group meeting. I had to walk near my father's workplace and all the co-workers of my father were outside on the street loading a truck. They almost saw me but I quickly turned back and waited a little on another street but I didn't want to risk going there so I had to choose a longer route which almost made me miss my train.

And there were a lot of similar situations but in the end I think nobody in the neighborhood saw me in female clothes until I decided to stop hiding.
Nowadays I'm trying to hide the fact from my current neighbors that I have to go to work as male at the moment so I end up in similar situations but in the opposite way.

At these times I almost felt like a secret agent, hiding from the enemy, it was an adventure but I had enough of these kind of adventures over the years.

You do not have to hide anymore. I also went thru what you've had to. So many times I had to scoot into my closet, "go to the bathroom", hide away from everyone. But they all already knew.
   My brother had already seen me on numerous occasions and so had. My dad left home when I turned 11. I was 2 years older than my brother.
   I cross dressed from age 5. I know how hard this is for you. But life moves along and we move with it. It took me until age 37 to really come out to my family, and until 56 to start living as a woman. I started growing my hair and began paying more attention to my diet, personal grooming and clothing. It took me a while to really start learning all the finer points; proper makeup application, carrying myself like a lady, acting like a lady, modulating my voice, what kind of clothing worked, how to walk in heels and how high they can be.
   Take your time and think through everything very carefully, starting with how far you want this to go.
   Remember, this is about YOU. And only you. And nobody else.
   Much love and light to you!


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When I worked in a downtown office, I used to bike to work.  I'd change in the men's washroom from my cycling clothes to my work clothes.  At the time, I used to wear women's underwear.  Yeah, a bit risky.  But there was seldom anyone in there at that time in the morning.

Then one morning, in mid-change, I heard the outer door open.  You've never seen anyone pull on a pair of pants so fast!  I just got them zipped up as one of my co-workers came around the corner.  Close call!

I came out to my wife before I started dressing around the house.  She does not want me out to her family and friends.  She has one friend who likes to show up unexpectedly and then call or text her when he is already sitting outside -- and that has resulted in a few quick changes.  He's a gay dude who has a few close transgender friends so I would be surprised if he has not figured out already what is going on with me, since I used to be one macho dude, and he knew me back then.

I wear women's skinny jeans all the time anyway now, so that kind of quick change means ditching the girly top for an oversize men's T shirt and putting on a pair of flats that cover the nail polish on my toes.