Our first house was a crossdresser’s nightmare! It was less than 50 feet away from our neighbor’s house. Our driveway ran along the property line between houses and our garage was under our house, so when leaving to go out, I would have to back out of the garage and then proceed forward on the driveway for about 100 feet to the street, all in full view of the neighbors if they happened to be looking out a window, roaming the yard between houses or sitting out on their deck, which faced our house.
As a result, coming and going en femme was an adventure. Before leaving, I would have to check to see if all was clear before opening the garage door and making a quick getaway. Coming home was less problematical because I usually returned after dark.
One time, I checked and all was clear, but by the time I got into my car and backed out of the garage, my neighbor had come outside and was standing on her deck. I avoided looking at her, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see that she was watching me. I was so flustered that I pulled out onto the street without checking for traffic. Imagine if I had a car accident in front of my house while en femme! My neighbor never mentioned the incident.
Our second house is a crossdresser’s dream! The property across the street is hundreds of acres of reservoir property – undeveloped woodland that will probably remain so forever. My nearest neighbor’s house is over 250 feet away and my property is so treed in that there is no worry about my comings and goings en femme. In fact, I have walked down our 120-foot driveway en femme on a number of occasions to fetch the mail without a care.
However, our house is on a dead end off of another dead end, so there is only one way in and out of the neighborhood. As a result, I am likely to cross paths with neighbors when I am driving en femme. And the roads are narrow, so people don’t drive fast making it easier to see who is driving in the opposite direction.
Over the years, I had a few motor vehicle close encounters and in one case, I am sure a woman driver I encountered believed that she saw something was amiss because when I was walking the dogs a few days later, I encountered her walking her dog and while we were chatting, she commented, “I see you're wearing pantyhose.”
I looked down at my feet trying to figure out why she said that and I saw my feet in a pair of men’s socks that were colored light beige. So I looked at her as if she had lobsters crawling out of her ears and said, “No, I'm wearing beige socks.”
Now why would anyone mention my choice of hosiery unless they were trying to affirm what they thought they saw days earlier? From a distance, it may have looked like I was wearing pantyhose, so she may have thought she now had proof that she saw something amiss (or a Miss) during our earlier motor vehicle encounter.
These encounters with neighbors used to bother me, but now I don’t care who knows if I am wearing socks or pantyhose. In fact, one of my neighbors always waves when I drive by if he is often outside doing yard work. (He probably recognizes my Subaru – I’ve been driving the same car for 17 years – so he is actually waving at the car no matter who is driving – boy or girl.)
And so it goes.
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| Mr. Johnny Brown, professional femulator, circa 1960 |
August 6, 2019 - Sandy Gets Busted
ReplyDeleteSo I thought I had a few hours tonight for some serious Sandra picture time, makeup and all. Was having a great time taking pics and trying on my new outfits. I decided it was time to feed the dogs. While I was in the attic getting the food, my stepson comes home unexpectedly and sees a stranger pouring dog food. He says Hello... I turn toward him and say hello in my normal voice. He stands there a second, shocked, and says he's seen enough. Not a great reaction.
However, he took a few minutes to compose himself and decided he really doesn't care what I do in my spare time, and says it's nobody's business.
I told him that after I finished cleaning up, I would come down and answer any questions.
He actually helped me put some boxes away, and asked a couple things. Nothing major. But said he never knew a cross-dresser.
Well, now he does.
And he and I appear to be cool. It's all good!
Before my first foray into the real world, I got dressed and stepped on to my rear deck. The family was away (the only way I could dress) and I just enjoyed the fresh air and my dress. I walked back inside and the phone (before cels) immediately rang. It was the busybody next door, wanting to speak to my wife. I said she wasn't home and, not surprisingly, she had no message for her.
ReplyDeleteNeighbor lady had never called before; I didn't even know she had our number. Clearly, she wanted to know who that lady on the deck was.
One of the most terrifying moments of my life occurred one weekend when my parents were out for the evening and I was fifteen. My sister was a college student at DePaul and even though it wasn't too far from our home she lived in a dormitory.
ReplyDeleteBelieving I'd be alone all evening I put on one of my sister's high school homecoming dresses with stockings, earrings, and a pair of mom's high heels. I was sitting in front of the TV in our living room simply enjoying the feelings of wearing a pretty dress and nylon stockings when suddenly my sister entered the room.
"You're wearing my dress," she cried.
I must have had the most terrified look on my face and I felt as though I might burst into tears. My sister's face softened a little and she softly asked, "why are you wearing my dress?"
I told her that I was curious to see what it felt like to wear a dress. I assured her it was the only time I'd ever done that. I stood up and said that I'd take it off.
She mused, "if you're curious you can wear it for a little while. Let's talk."
I sat back down and she playfully admonished me to sit like a girl. I smiled and did as she suggested. We talked for a few minutes and I emphasized that I'd never ever worn a dress before. In retrospect, I find it hard to believe that my story explination was believable.
My sister never brought up the incident again. I've never confessed the truth to her. Perhaps she suspects it wasn't a one time thing, but regardless I am grateful that she didn't humiliate me or freak out over it.
Maybe someday I'll work up the nerve to tell her the truth.
Megan
once I was pulling out of my driveway(en femme) and noted a guy charging down the street so I pulled up. turns out he was chasing his little boy who was on a tricycle behind my car. I don't have to elaborate on how it would have gone if I hit him.
ReplyDeleteOkay, here is my story.
ReplyDeleteBefore I transitioned was going to a support group called Twenty Club which met Saturday afternoons. So I got all dressed up, went out into the garage and when to start the car… NO KEYS! They were in my boy jeans!
I get out of the car and turn the doorknob, LOCKED! Damn, my spare key is hidden in the backyard and that means I have to walk outside dressed. On a beautiful Saturday afternoons, with my neighbors mowing their lawn, their kids playing in the street and I have walk to my backyard and back.
I remember what someone told me act as if you belong, hold your head held high, so I marched out and back again and drove to the meeting.
The spare key is not in the backyard anymore.
P.S. Speaking on being worried. I have it on good authority that someone we know went to a support group and spied another amateur radio license plate that she knew and was petrified that she would be outed.
Anybody I know? LOL
DeleteAs far as presenting en femme, I took the approach of "Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead". So now I wear dresses, lipstick, and painted nails. And on Sunday mornings I wear makeup and heels. And I sing second bass in my church choir.
ReplyDeleteGuess what? I can count a very mild pushback on one finger.
And I'm dressed en femme for shopping, doctor appointments, church, etc.
John
I was positive I had total privacy in our backyard. Turned out it was private unless some nosy neighbor had to make an effort to invade the privacy. One day while working in male mode hauling backyard dirt I overheard a family of neighbors talking as to "Why would a man dress like a woman?" Yikes, it was out of the bag. I ignored it by this three generation of unemployed nosy-bodies were gossips who would stand in the street and gossip to everyone. I was sure they had told other neighbors. I thought, if the word was out I would have to just roll with it. Nobody never said a word t me and the nosy neighbors were evicted for not paying the rent. Worse, I dreaded the possibility my non-supportive wife would get wind of it and whatever would happen would not be pleasant. My wife never found out. I was retired while my wife was still working part-time but full days. I decided to limit my dressing to in-home doing domestic chores.
ReplyDeleteI live in an apartment block in a city centre which is much easier. I used to dread going out and try to leave as quickly as possible but over time have learned to relax. The other neighbours are coming or going and just see a woman doing the same. I recall one time waiting in the foyer while me girlfriend parked the car and three young guys came down, I was so worried at first but they just said hello and observed an older slightly overdressed woman waiting for her friend and even held the door open and wished us a good night
ReplyDeleteI'm enjoying reading all these closer encounter stories! Here's my own: I rent a secluded bungalow that gives me plenty of opportunity to be outside enfemme - except for the fact that the landlord has surveillance cameras creepily installed around the property. Tired of hiding indoors, I eventually decided to throw caution to the wind and lounge enfemme on my patio. The landlord has never said anything to me, so either the cameras are fake, he doesn't look at the footage, or he doesn't want to bring it up... but I no longer care. I've been enjoying sunfilled days and moonlit nights in my prettiest outfits and it feels fabulous!
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