Friday, December 11, 2015

Caught in the Act

As a teenager, I dressed in my mother's and sister's clothes whenever I was home alone.

One afternoon, my mother and sister went out and I figured I had an hour or so to dress pretty, so as soon as I saw them leave, I stripped off my boyswear and made a beeline for my mother's dresser. Within minutes, I had on her Playtex bra, Maidenform girdle and was snapping a pair of her nylons onto the girdle's built-in garters.

My sister had a new dress that I was dying to try on, so I headed upstairs to her bedroom, found the dress in her closet and slipped it over my head.

My mother had a pair of high heel pumps that I thought would look darling with the dress, so I went back downstairs to my parent's bedroom, located the heels and slipped them on my nylon stocking feet.

As I was standing in front of the full-length mirror in my parent's bedroom admiring myself in all my girly glory, I heard a car pull into the driveway.

Oh, no!

I assumed it was my mother and sister returning home, so I knew I had a couple of minutes to change and stash the womenswear because my mother had to back the car down our narrow driveway, get out of the car to unlock and open the garage door, carefully drive the car into our narrow garage and then close the garage door.

I ran upstairs to my bedroom, stripped off the womenswear, dressed in boyswear and hung my sister's dress in her closet. There was no time to return my mother's stuff to her dresser, so I stashed them in my bedroom figuring I could return them later.

What a close call!

A few minutes later, my mother asked me to come downstairs. So I went and found her in her bedroom holding up the pair of high heels I had borrowed.

In my panic, I had literally jumped out of her shoes and left them on the floor in front of the full-length mirror.

She asked me why her shoes were out of the closet.

Back then, I was a budding artist and sketched a lot, so I told her I borrowed the shoes so I could sketch a picture of high heel shoes.

She accepted my excuse, but in retrospect, I suspect she had an inkling about what was going on, but did not want to confront me without harder evidence.

I wish she had. It might have been a life-changing moment.

Do you have a story about being caught in the act that you would like to share with Femulate readers? If so, pass it along and I will post it here in the very near future.



Source: Saks Fifth Avenue
Wearing Pamella Roland.



Johnny Mangum
Johnny Mangum, professional femulator

7 comments:

  1. Stana
    That was a very clever retort about wanting to sketch the shoes. Somehow it is often the shoes.
    Once I used an afternoon to dress up and my wife came home earlier than expected with my two sons. As I realized they were heading down the driveway I made a mad dash upstairs to do the instant change back to guy mode. As I reached the top step one black high heel pump, size 12, fell off and tumbled down the stairs. I made the decision on the spot to continue changing since they would be coming in the garage through the basement.
    After the quick change I ran back down and they had stayed in the kitchen so I retrieved the shoe and stuck it behind a pillow on the sofa in the living room.

    As long time dressers, you and I both know what every woman knows about washed and worn stockings and pantyhose. New hose has a distinct look and feel that is lost the first time the stocking is worn. Rinsed or washed and hung to dry hosiery has a slightly crumpled look that is filled or stretched out the moment the stocking is slid up your leg. I can tell from twenty feet away if a stocking is new, just washed or worn one or more times. I am sure that you can do the same. I am also sure that while my mother never caught me in her clothes that as I look back over the years, notwithstanding my extreme care with placing all her items back where they had been that she also could tell if someone had been wearing her stockings. I suspect the same may have been true for your mom and/or sister.
    Pat

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  2. Yikes! i've had a few close calls with my wife. Until, of course, the day she finally caught me. But many times, i'd hear the sound of her car, and be whipping stuff off left and right... and once (i'd bound myself a bit), scratching myself pulling things off, and pretenting to be asleep! :) sara e

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  3. Oh, I remember that terror of a car pulling into the driveway very well. Unfortunately, I did get that confrontation, and it was a life-changing event of the wrong kind. It left me riddled with shame and disgust for so long, denying me the opportunity to develop as I should have.

    Fortunately, I eventually found the courage to come out to my wife, and the 4 years since have seen us happier and closer than ever. It's wonderful to be loved and accepted for who you are.

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    1. Sally- Lovely to hear things are going well. :)
      Finally getting caught (wife came home THREE hours early, defeating all my "safety" backups) was embarrassing, but she was basically okay with it.
      Now i have two drawers of panties and lingerie, and she'll even borrow some! (mine are better than her boring cotton things!). Take care, sara elise

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  4. When I was around 14, I was upstairs in our house on my own and was trying on my favourite of my mum's skirts and some tights. I was nominally being looked after by a neighbour who'd pop in once or twice a day to check on me. I was dress up in the skirt and top when suddenly she called up the stairs to see how I was. Panic! Quick change of the top and then out onto the landing to say that I was fine. At the time, I was so relieved she didn't know that whilst everything looked ok, there was a skirt and tights where she couldn't see. Even more relieved that she didn't ask me to come downstairs. As Stana said though, it would maybe have been better if she did and the secret had just got out years before...

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  5. Nice story Stana. When I was young living at home I was very nearly caught. I thought it would stop me dressing in my mother’s clothes, but of course it didn't. The full story can be found in one of my posts if anyone is interested. It’s a little too long to reprint here.
    http://abigalesairings.blogspot.de/2015/01/windows-if-dress-fits.html

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  6. Stana,When I was around 13 to 14 I snuck into my mom's room and even though she was busy in another room, I decided to wear her panty girdle and because it was a bigger than me, I put in a small pillow that filled out it perfectly.She came into the room and caught me with it on and then made me show it to my stepdad and then started asking me embarrassing questions about why I did it etc for about 5-10 minutes and then made me take it off and then both of them gave me a hard, painful bare bottom spanking.

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