Careful What You Wear To Work.

For about the last 10 years I've worn women's underwear under my work (ugh) duds. I was working for a service company in the San Diego CA area. They provided uniforms for all the service techs that weren't custom fitted and afforded the opportunity for me to generally wear panties, bra, camisole or women's T shirt. I was working with a female customer/owner of a small copy shop on cleaning and servicing of her camera/processor. The tank drains were positioned towards a wall and I was trying to demonstrate how to open the plastic drain valves to her with the lower portion of the valve set to drain into a 5 gallon pail. I was crouched down against the wall and she was standing next to me observing the process. As I twist the valve it comes out of the tank spewing it's caustic and smelly contents right on my neckline and down on to my clothes.

I finally manage to back away far enough to stand up while making sure that the customer isn't being caught in the spill. Knowing that this chemical can produce serious burns I head into the old darkroom; to the nearest sink and water supply. I give her the keys to my truck and ask her to grab a suitcase in the back of the truck while I ***** in the darkroom and wash, rinse,wash,rinse the affected body area.

I ******** down to my panties and bra and was reaching around to unhook my bra when she ran into the room with my suitcase. The look of horror on her face I'll never forget and fortunately there was no mirror for me to observe my look, which she later told me was sheer terror (busted). After the urgency was over we talked and discussed my dressing and she was quite understanding. As I dressed in my change of clothes she helped me hook my bra (which I didn't need help with) and watched me dress in women's jeans, blouse, knee-high nylons and and a pair of women's low heeled boots. We talked for quite a while as I finished repairing her camera and the chemical change. I left shortly after and drove home to a nice hot shower.

She was a high-school friend of our dispatcher so I lived in fear that my secret would be all over the shop in the next few days. As luck would have it she kept the secret to herself; however I noticed an increase of calls for "free" service advise and an eventual set up with with a family friend that brought some penetrating enjoyment. Also an invite to a Halloween party for Emma (my alterego) and her girlfriend crossdressed as my date. It was an evening where nothing went as planned and Emma ended up with her husband in a motel bed. A story for another time.

Moral of the story... Remember Murphy's Law! "If something can go wrong it probably will go wrong"