The Hazards Of UnderdressingIf you're in this group, you like to crossdress but you are still at least partway in the closet, keeping your activities secret from the world. And you probably at least sometimes hide a secret under your socially acceptable male clothes -- panties, stockings, perhaps even a bra or girdle or corset. This is commonly known as underdressing, or "dressing under". Just how far do you go to test your limits of dressing in public without being noticed?
Have you ever been caught, or had a close call? Recently I had to clean up a mess from an auto accident (not my own) and the driver's belongings were scattered all over the road; my job was to find and collect all the lost personal belongings. That got me to thinking about what would happen to me (if I survived the wreck) or my family (whether I did or did not), if I am wearing lingerie under my man-clothes and I am involved in a car wreck. What if my dresses were in the car with me? (I move frequently due to complications in my housing situation) The emergency crew would certainly need to remove my outer clothes to get at my injuries and test my vital signs. I'm sure I wouldn't be the first man they found wearing panties and tights, but it would still be embarrassing: I live in a very small town where news travels fast.
For some reason I get a dangerous thrill pushing the safety of my secret to its limits. We live in a rural area outside of town with the north side of our house blocked from neighbors' view. That's where we park our car, and that's where our trash bin is, so when I take out the trash I don't bother hiding my dress or skirt or nightgown. One day I'm doing to be 20 yards away from the door when someone drives up to visit, and I will have nowhere to hide and no way to get back and change without being seen.
Our mailbox is a few miles away in a large collection of rural boxes stacked together. Our particular box happens to be on a level that I can reach from the car window without ever getting out, so if I drive there at night when nobody can see me clearly in the car I will go out in my dress to fetch the mail... risking at any moment that a passing truck with bright lights will shine right into the driver's seat and see me in detail. Or again, I could have an accident even in that short drive, possibly slide off the road when it is icy. Then I would have no choice but to walk back to our house, with nothing to wear but the dress and slippers I wore in the car.
My activities often take me to the next nearest town 50 miles away down winding mountain roads. The roads don't get much traffic, so often when I drive by myself I will take along a favorite dress -- a nice warm velvet one in the winter, or a cool sundress in the summer -- and when I am finished with my business in town, I will find a quiet place where I can change out of my pants and shirt and into the dress, and drive home in comfort. It's only a miracle that so far nobody has seen me changing clothes in the car (I do try to pick secluded, unoccupied streets), and another miracle that I have never been involved in an accident or pulled over by the police while dressed. My son is joining the police force in a few years. Perhaps he will be the one to pull me over! Less to explain, since he knows about my crossdressing.
I always wear brightly colored nylon panties under my pants, except when I know I will be seeing a doctor. In the winter, I also wear a long-sleeve leotard and tights textured so they look like regular socks if people don't stare too closely at my feet. But there is that 2-inch gap that someone looking in just the right direction might realize that it's not a man's sock they are seeing but nylon tights. In the summer when it is warmer, I also might wear a satin camisole or even a women's swimsuit (one-piece maillot) under my t-shirt. I always try to wear a dark colored shirt, and the shirt and pants are loose enough that I don't *think* there are any visible lines showing. But a few times many years ago at work I overestimated how opaque my shirt at work was and heard some comments about my leotard underneath, and some of my friends like to hug... something I remember only as their hands go around my shoulders dangerously close to those swimsuit straps or leotard scoop back. Have they noticed but were too polite to say anything? (unlike the co-workers who snickered behind my back the rest of the time I worked there)
I used to be careless about the laundry, and accidentally left a pair of pantyhose tangled up inside the pants I pulled out of the dryer to wear for work. The pantyhose gradually worked their way down one leg until a foot was sticking out the bottom of my pants cuff, and a co-worker saw it. She is long gone, but her mocking laughter still hurts to remember. A close friend was also present and he still works with me, but he has never said anything about the incident.
Would like to hear other stories of secret crossdressers who have been caught or almost caught at your secret.