I posted this ages ago.

It was a Saturday night and my microwave caught fire. My smoke detectors went off and neighbours called the fire brigade. The fire was trivial. I was en femme, and not as out as I am now. A full team of fire fighters in the house.  I had to sit with the chief of the crew, sign off on insurance etc using my male identity, feeling absolutely terrible, ashamed (why?). They were very nice and professional.
Next morning, Sunday, I was woken by a fire truck outside the house. I was in my nightie, makeup (left over, and looking like a dog. The fire crew had bought me a bunch of flowers.

Love them to pieces for that.

Cindy

Quote from: CindyJames on October 03, 2010, 03:25:08 AM
I posted this ages ago.

It was a Saturday night and my microwave caught fire. My smoke detectors went off and neighbours called the fire brigade. The fire was trivial. I was en femme, and not as out as I am now. A full team of fire fighters in the house.  I had to sit with the chief of the crew, sign off on insurance etc using my male identity, feeling absolutely terrible, ashamed (why?). They were very nice and professional.
Next morning, Sunday, I was woken by a fire truck outside the house. I was in my nightie, makeup (left over, and looking like a dog. The fire crew had bought me a bunch of flowers.

Love them to pieces for that.

Cindy

Oh hun that sounds lovely thank you for sharing you made me smile :-)

awwwwwww

Quote from: CindyJames on October 03, 2010, 03:25:08 AM
I posted this ages ago.

It was a Saturday night and my microwave caught fire. My smoke detectors went off and neighbours called the fire brigade. The fire was trivial. I was en femme, and not as out as I am now. A full team of fire fighters in the house.  I had to sit with the chief of the crew, sign off on insurance etc using my male identity, feeling absolutely terrible, ashamed (why?). They were very nice and professional.
Next morning, Sunday, I was woken by a fire truck outside the house. I was in my nightie, makeup (left over, and looking like a dog. The fire crew had bought me a bunch of flowers.

Love them to pieces for that.

Cindy

Yes....I was still not out to most people...not even myself really. I just thought I was a crossdresser. But anyways....I nearly walked out of the house to pick up the mail in a short skirt XD

Quote from: Samantha_Peterson on October 04, 2010, 12:19:21 PM
Yes....I was still not out to most people...not even myself really. I just thought I was a crossdresser. But anyways....I nearly walked out of the house to pick up the mail in a short skirt XD

That shouldn't be hard.

What I find hard is to walk out of the house and have a dozens guys next door across the street. They ignored me yesterday when I walked out, yet they had their Bs with them.

It's not over yet.

Yeah, I do this a lot.  I live in an apartment with three other people, and I spend the majority of the time that I'm in my room shirtless.  When I get up to use the bathroom/answer the door/whatever, it's a pain in the butt to remember to put a shirt on, and sometimes I start out before I remember.  The worst was back in high school when I was at a friend's house.  We discovered the hard way that the pain killers they give you after having wisdom teeth pulled don't work well with milk.  Anyways, we tossed my then-vomit-covered shirt into the washer and started walking downstairs. (This was before I had to start wearing anything under my shirt.)  That was the moment her mother decided to come out from the kitchen.  My reaction: "Hey.  How are....oh right boobs." And we went downstairs to find me a shirt.