One day, I was all dressing up in my parent's bedroom when I heard the garage door open. That meant that my mother and sister had arrived home.
I high-tailed it to my bedroom upstairs, stripped off the feminine attire and returned to boy mode as quickly as possible. Then I stashed the girly stuff in a hiding place so I could return it to its proper place later whenever the opportunity arose to do so.
Then I went back downstairs as if nothing happened.
"Why are my shoes out?" my mother asked from her bedroom.
Nuts! I forgot to grab her high heels when I high-tailed it upstairs. I had to think quick and come up with an excuse.
One of my hobbies was cartooning, so my excuse was, "I had to draw a high heel shoe and needed a real shoe as a model."
"OK," she replied.
I don't know if she bought my excuse or not, but it was clues like that that made her suspicious. Eventually, she figured out what was going on, but she never let on that she knew.
By the way, the cartoon above is pretty accurate. That dress is the style that my mother wore when I was in my early teens and white gloves were a must, so much so that I always wore white gloves when I femulated back then.
The Bigwood Twins, professional femulating brothers, circa 1930.