I moved away and we drifted apart.  I was probably 23 and she was in her last year of college.  She ended up getting married to one of my friends but I think they end up divorced.

That's a different answer for me which depends on who sees me as wearing the clothes of a woman.
Lately I must work in a nearly unisex uniform consisting of black pants, shoes, and black polo shirt. I make sure to never wear men's pants or polo shirt, and to always wear a bra under my shirt. Usually I have a modest silicone insert in my bra to give me a feminine profile yet not to appear really "out there". You might say everyone at work notices. All the women seem to smile and act warmly toward me and most of the men seem to behave as if they are afraid of me. If I notice a female co-worker really staring at my chest and yet smiling, I take that as an opportunity to out myself to them. ALWAYS with with women I am given a warm loving acceptance. So far I have only outed myself to one man at work. He was cool. He had been hinting around for an invitation to come to enjoy some beach time at my beach place on the coast. He was truly wanting to be my friend. However all of my neighbors at the beach property know me as a transgender person named Donna. I did not want to shun this new friend, yet I knew that if I brought him along to the beach people would call me Donna. So, I decided to include this new male friend in my circle of confidants and tell him that if we go out to the beach, I want him to know that I identify as a lesbian with a wife and that all my neighbors at the beach know me as Donna. Well, strange at it seems, I seem to have a new male heterosexual friend who accepts me as a transgender woman who identifies as as a lesbian even though my employer thinks I am a man.
Most of the men at work still notice the bumps under my polo shirt on my chest and give me a strange look. But I think perhaps explaining myself to them will eventually get them to accept me as the same great co-worker who is proud to be considered female.
All this is without HRT yet.
Soon come.

Quote from: cc43 on December 29, 2008, 09:50:47 PM
" come on girl you can do your make up later"

 

I have been caught by my sister years ago, my wife at first, my neighbor, my son, but later found panties hidden in his room stolen from his girlfriends and mine even.

One night when a girlfriend and her daughter was at my place, her daughter was telling us she did not have any clean panties to wear the next day. Her mother told her to not wear any, but she kept on, I told them both to follow me and went in my room opened a bottom drawer and said choose. This might have seemed bold, but mother and daughter were sleeping in the same bed at their place becuae they lived at her parents.

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Love the story. I dressed in my mothers girdle, stockings and bras starting at age 14. Then my sisters panties, bras, clothes, heels. Dressed completely in my sisters clothes once and showed her. Then years later when I stayed with my mother, I would go out at night, dress in the car then go places like adult theaters or meet my bi girlfriend and my mother would always ask where I went. So one night I got fully dressed at home and walked into the living room to show her. She was getting old and asked who I was. She did not believe me! It felt good to finally show her however.

Then started wearing wife's panties. She liked it!

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When I was about 13, my Mum was seriously ill in hospital and I ended up living with an Aunt & Uncle as my father was overseas with the Army. They had an 18 year old daughter and by then I knew I was different (but hadn't heard about being TG). Of course this was before the Internet. Anyway I slept on a camp bed. Then one day whilst everyone was away at work I started to explore my cousins wardrobe and soon  ended up trying on one of her Playtex Corsolette, panties and stockings etc.
One day I was caught by my aunt.

This led to a lot of shame, being sent away to a different aunt & uncle and my father coming home from overseas. The result for me was a number of sessions with a Harley Street psychiatrist who told my parents that what i urgently needed was a set of treatment, based upon electroconvulsive therapy followed by faradic aversion therapy. This was then followed by a series of vitamin injections. I subsequently found out in later years that it was a course of testosterone injections. Needless to say 6 months of this treatment did nothing other than make me determined to hide my deep longing to be a woman deep into my phsyce.

I was then bundled off to can All Boys Boarding college. What followed was  a career in the Army, working as a Police Officer, and a hyper male persona to try to over compensate.
It didn't work!
Judith

QuoteThe result for me was a number of sessions with a Harley Street psychiatrist who told my parents that what i urgently needed was a set of treatment, based upon electroconvulsive therapy followed by faradic aversion therapy. This was then followed by a series of vitamin injections. I subsequently found out in later years that it was a course of testosterone injections. Needless to say 6 months of this treatment did nothing other than make me determined to hide my deep longing to be a woman deep into my phsyce.

I was then bundled off to can All Boys Boarding college. What followed was  a career in the Army, working as a Police Officer, and a hyper male persona to try to over compensate.
It didn't work!

Whoa!  Sounds way, way too familiar.  After I was caught and did the psych visits, Mom (I think) decided to skip ECT and aversion therapy for me, and went right for T injections and counseling.  Yes, Dad called them "vitamin shots".  I went from an effeminate A student to a surly D student.  All male high school, of course.  I went into the Navy, submarine service.  Definitely overcompensating.

When I was about 18 years old, my 1st "important" girlfriend caught me wearing her skirt. She walking in on me shrieking and  yelling "take that off RIGHT NOW!!"  , embarrassed but covering it well, I laughed it off as a joke, felt like I died, and went on with my day. I never showed anyone (especially her) anything to do with that again for 6 more years.
7 more years pass after that breakup, I get married, come out to new wife, and She accepts! we are go to go!

Had been caught several times in my teens by mother.

Worst was when in Navy, lived off base (1972-74) and could dress like I wanted.  Started to drive around at night.  One night got stopped by police.  After all the usual bad questions, he didn't seem to care.  He saw my military ID and base sticker on car and must have reported it to the base commander office.

XO told me I had to visit Psychiatrist and security people (had a Top Secret clearance).  Don't know if he knew the reason why.  Figured my life was over at that point.  Since no homosexual connections or security risk, they just told me to get back to work.

Made me sure this could be the start of a new life, after I got out in 1974.

Got caught by a neighbor the other week or so ago

I wasn't so much bothered that she had seen me in my unders, what bothered me was that she was gawking in through my window and then went about gossiping and harassing me

Not sure, but I think someone told her to go stuff it because she seems to have cooled her shoes a bit

Well I was never caught dressed. But I was about 19 and my Mother found my entire girly stash. Lingerie , dresses , makeup , wigs,  etc.
She confronted me and asked if it was all mine. I told her yes and she proceeded to ask if I needed to see a psychologist. I said no.
That was the last time it was ever mentioned.
Now she may still think I dress as my toes are always painted and legs shaved I don't hide that.
Yes it was a bit embarrassing but I didn't die.
BTW she didn't tell my Father as he never said a word and believe me he would have had he known.
That was over 30 yrs ago.

Karrie

Never was "caught".....I always use the term "military precision" when describing my efforts to hide my true self.  After ~40 years it was physically and mentally exhausting keeping that facade up.....no more, feels just AMAZING be true, well except for the nipple tenderness, that's a bitch

Never actually been caught but have had my mom find a load of knickers bras tights sex toys and makeup. Never wanted the ground to open me up and swallow me alive as much as I did during that conversation. Probably happened about a year ago and still can't look her in the eye properly. The good news it only stopped me dressing for about two month haha

I will try to make this a short as possible.

I grew up very poor, and had a sister 6 year older then me and I wore her hand me down clothes until I started school and then I was told to change as soon as I got home to my regular clothes which were my sister's  clothes.

I liked girl's clothes with all the pretty colors and lacey edges and the freedom of wearing a dress/skirt.

Fast forward to age 16 and I had a part time job at a Grant's store.  They sold a little of everything and had a small section of women's panties, slips, some make up, stocking and more.  The panties were sectioned into sizes and cotton and nylon separate.  My sister had moved away and the panties that I had left from her were in really bad shape.  About two weeks before I was caught I slip a pair of pink nylon panties into a empty box I was cleaning up with and took them to the back of the store and pushed them down the sleeve of a jacket I keep near the back door.  I just loved the panties and wore then every day, at night I would wash them out and hang them in the closet to dry for the next day.  About two weeks after my success I tried again only to have the panties work there way down the sleeve of my jacket and showed at the bottom of the sleeve where the store manager saw them. 

Without me knowing this he ask me to come to his office and when I sat down I saw a pair of pink panties on his disk but was not sure if they were the pair I had taken.  As soon as he started talking I knew the answer and start crying and was soon sobbing and finely had to admit that they were for me.  I ended up admitting to dressing and more.

He did not fire me, SURPRISE.

I nearly got caught today!! My mum and brother had been out so as usual I took full advantage of the situation by dressing up in numerous outfits (I have been wearing female underwear all day as well) And I was doing all this in my mum's closet which is quite far from my room. However, I had taken all my boy clothes off in my bedroom and was dressing up in my mum's! I didn't hear her come home though and I was just casually walking back to my room wearing nothing but panties and tights when my brother and mum walked through the front door! I quickly dashed into the bathroom. Waited till they were well out of the way and darted into my bedroom to get dressed back into my other clothes. I have had a few of theses close experiences!

Alexis
Xxx

I don't know how often I was caught cross-dressing by my parents.  I did it from as early on in my life as I can remember, as I thought I was a girl as long as I covered my hair and teeth and ddn't wear boys' clothes.

My mother in particular always made me feel very ashamed, especially after I found out that I really was physically a boy, but I couldn't help, myself.  If people she knew recognised me while I cross-dressed, she was especially ashamed of me.

The scariest time I was caught was while I was camping by myself in a national park many years ago.  My clothes were pretty unisex but I had painted my toenails bright red.  For that reason, I used to shower late at night when the camp was quiet.  It was a six week camping trip and up to then I had had no problems when I walked barefoot to the men's showers (I didn't dare get caught in the women's).  I like walking barefoot in nature, and the shower cubicle doors in some camps didn't reach the floor anyway, so there wasn't much extra risk in spite of my toenails.  On this occasion, someone came in while I was showering.  There was nowhere I could hide my feet.  Whoever it was didn't say anything and left after a little while.  I saw nobody while I walked back to my campsite.

By coincidence, the only time my mother caught me and didn't say anything was when I got out of a shower and had forgotten about my painted toenails.  She just glowered.

This is not so much being caught dressing, but I was away with a girl friend and her boy friend, at the beginning of the month, and she likes to paint my toes for me , which she did. As it was warm climes I spent a lot of time not wearing any shoes, so my pink toe nails were on display for the world to see. We have done this before and when it there is a larger group of girls I don't feel self conscious at all about people seeing my toe nails but with just the three of us I was very self conscious especially around men.

I don't know if it was the fact that because there were only three of us that I felt more vulnerable, to potential abuse, or if I just tend to hide behind the crowd and other times and so am less concerned about what people think.

Still, when it was just friends I loved having my pink nails on display and not worrying about what people thought. It is the little things that help me get by.

My brother and his friends caught me once when I was 16. My parents were gone for the weekend and they had left Tyler in charge. He had gone out with his friends and I figured he would be gone until late at night. I used the opportunity to go all the way. I put on full makeup, curled my hair  and tried several outfits from my mom's clothes. I had on a sweater, skirt and my mom's boots. They were over the knee boots on her but more like thigh boots on me. I went downstairs to get a drink and walked right into my brother and three of his friends. My brother had come back and he and his friends were going to hang out at our house. My rotten luck to have the only responsible 18 year in the world as a brother! I myself wasn't embarrassed but I was worried about embarrassing my brother in front of his friends. The reactions were different. My brother just rolled his eyes and groaned a little. One of  his friends looked totally embarrassed.  One of them looked at me like I was some kind of disgusting bug and the last one just looked at me and said " wow, you look really pretty as a girl". My brother wasn't mean to me about it. He just told me to stay upstairs while I was dressed that way. He didn't narc me out to my parents either. He just told me to please not let them see me like that.

I tried out different outfits from my mom's clothes all the time I just never got caught. She knew about it though. A couple of times she told me to stay out of her clothes. Finally she just told me if I was going to wear her clothes to put them back the way I found them. Her tolerance for me wearing makeup was much less though. When I was 14 I started wearing eyemakeup. My mom would yell at me to stay out of her makeup and she would make me wash it off. Finally when I just kept on doing it my dad just asked me why I wanted to wear eye makeup and I told him to look more normal. It wasn't really a lie. I totally hate the look of snow white brows and lashes. It just highlights the weird pink/purple color of my eyes. He said "but you look like a girl with makeup on. Do you realize that"? I told him I didn't care. So he let me start using black mascara and eyebrow pencil on my brows. My dad was and is extremely tolerant but it had limits. A couple of times I tried adding eyeliner, blush and lipcolor to the eye makeup and he told me both times I tried it that he said I could do my lashes and eyebrows only and to wash off the rest of it. He let me wear gender neutral clothes but he wouldn't let me wear clothes that were exclusively female. It wasn't that he was trying to force me to be a boy but more that he was very worried that people who knew I was a boy would harass me or boys who thought I was a girl would find out I wasn't and would hurt me.

I was caught when I was 14.
All my childhood, my mom told me that after having 5 boys she was really hoping I would be a girl. She said it all the time; she wished I was a girl. Maybe that's why at age 14 I became fascinated with her clothes. I first tried panty hose - wow. Then bra, then dresses. Then I started skipping school so I could stay home to dress.
One day I was home, in a blue dress with bra and panty hose on, absolutely sure I had the house to myself until my uncle walked in and surprised me.
I was embarrassed.
He was turned on. His silence was bought with me performing oral sex for him while I was dressed up.
I was so nervous and so embarrassed for days and days. Then my uncle started to pick my up to go do errands with him. My mom loved that we were bonding. He loved that he took me to his house and had me dress up for him and perform more and more.
Soon, it all became normal for me.