Interesting Stories.....

[Shannon]

I thought I would try a new idea here.....

I would love to hear stories about things you have done or things that have happened to you while en femme.....

I don't have any real specific ideas, but just would like to hear about fun, interesting, scary, moving things that have happened to you all while dressed....

[Sara]

Okay, Shannon, I'll start.

Some years ago, my wife and I went to a Halloween party (probably the source of a lot of stories.) We went as a football referee and a cheerleader--but I was the cheerleader. And it was my wife's idea.

Getting a lot of laughs and friendly abuse at the party was enjoyable. In the context, it was the only time in my adult life I could go out fully en femme and be fully accepted by my friends (not as a woman of course.)

Then, the host announced that his party was one of several in the neighborhood, and we were all going trick or treating!. Heading out onto the street was pretty scary--and exhilarating, too. I got some looks from passers-by, for sure, but I was also a part of a crowd. And I sure drew attention at the other houses, but, again, the context let me be comfortable. The only regret was having to shed the costume at night's end. (I did hold onto the skirt, which my wife had made for me, for several years.)

So, that's on the table. How about telling one of yours, Shannon?

Love,

Sara

[Shannon]

I wish I had some.... I am attempting to live vicariously though you all....

[CJ]

Hi girls,

Okay then, Sara, let it be my turn--perhaps this'll inspire Shannon!

When I was about 15 or so, I spent the day with one of my buddies on an urban photo safari. This took place in the winter. When came time to head back home, he asked me if I wanted to go hang out at his place. I said sure, completely forgetting that I was wearing pantyhose (no socks) so that my digital pretties would be there for all the world to see once I took my boots off.
Well, anyway, as we were going up the steps to his door, I suddenly remembered that I was in pantyhose! I panicked, trying to figure out how to hide my pantyhosed feet from him and his family. I quickly begged off as he was fumbling with his keys, and practically raced down the steps, telling him that I just then remembered a super-important meeting with another friend.
He called me on my swift exit the next time I spoke to him. I just lied (again) and made up some likely story. Some years later, I came clean to him about my crossdressing and explained my behaviour on that day. He started laughing (in a good way!) and told me he didn't care what I dressed in--I was his buddy, for God's sake! He also said that his father might've had a wee bit of a problem with my walking around their apartment in pantyhose. He, himself, however, was completely okay with it.

It could've been a disaster, I'll admit. But it wasn't. And that's good!

Love,
CJ

[S. Lisa Smith]

About 10 or 12 years ago a cousin of mine had a 50th birthday party. It was ladies only and my wife was invited. I decided that I wanted to go too. I called up the hostess and told her in a joking way that I was really insulted that no men were invited and that I was coming dressed as a woman. She said sure, come on if you want to. I arranged for a makeover and a set of nails from a friend. I found a dress and borrowed shoes. Got a bra and girdle (I can't even remember where) as well as a wig. My wife and mother (both of whom didn't know I was a crossdresser at the time) helped me get ready. I had a blast and didn't look all that bad (my presentation is better now). In fact one woman said when she saw me that she wondered who the masculine looking woman was. I took that as a compliment. It was my first experiment in trying to (semi) pass. I was a big hit. It was a blast.

[Beauty]

Hi Shannon,

I'll add on to the pantyhose experience CJ had for my first story because it's short.

I wore very nice thigh highs to work. The elastic was kind of iffy but the feel of the stockings was superb.

As I was walking to go and talk to my boss, one of the thigh highs elastic gave way and it dropped to my ankle!!

I knew if I picked up my leg even slightly the stocking would come from over my shoe and come down over my heel. They were a white-ish pink, so someone would have noticed for sure.

So, I pretended like I hurt my ankle and I started dragging the foot that had the stocking was sliding down. Fortunately the office I was going to was on the first floor. I walked out the back exit. No one was coming and no one saw me. I hobbled to my car and pulled of the stocking and put it in my glove compartment.

Talk about close calls!!

Beauty

[Charlene]

I had Christmas lunch with my boss today and she was telling me about her 4 year old son putting makeup on and trying on her clothes.

Of course I didn't say anything. I just smiled.