The Land Lady And Me

I was in my 20’s and living with an older woman as a lodger. She was a nurse with a two bedroom flat and I had the tiny “box” room. When she was away for weekends etc it was great as I had the run of the place and it was the first time that I didn’t have to worry about being caught as unlike the bed-sits and houses with family I had lived in previously always had other people coming and going. In this flat when she was away I was alone. Whilst she was away I dressed up fully, wore make-up, investigated her panty drawer and wardrobes etc and even went out dressed at night – it was fantastic.

 When she was in the flat I used to pretend to go to bed early and put my bed across the door way – not hard to do in such a tiny room and dress up – hiding my female clothing under loose men’s clothes if I needed the loo. It was fun walking past her in the kitchen knowing that under my jogging gear I was wearing panties, bra, pantyhose etc J

 One night I had dressed in a pair of silky black panties, black bra with breast forms, a black cami, blue top and matching tight knee length skirt and blue lacy tights finished off with small heeled black ladies shoes. I was watching TV and as usual had my bed across the door.

 That night though I obviously had been too casual as I hear a knock at the door and before I could answer it my landlady pushed the door and strolled into my bedroom talking as she walked in. She was asking me to do up a dress she was going to wear at a wedding she was attending that weekend.

 Well for a second I froze and she stood there taking in my outfit as I sat looking up at her – then she turned round and asked me again to do up her zip. I of course stood up and helped her. She then sat next to me and talked about the wedding as if it was perfectly normal for me to be seen by her in lacy blue tights, a skirt and my false breasts straining against my girly top. We chatted and later I came into the front from where we had a lovely evening drinking wine and talking about cross dressing and her wedding invite!

SusanMarina SusanMarina
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9 Responses Feb 13, 2010

That is great and what a wonderful story and memory, Susan. Yes, like you, when I accepted myself they accepted me as myself, like your landlady did with you. So did you go to the wedding dressed with her? My curiosity is killing me ...

Oh Tghubby, I wished that i could have! However, after that time I had the freedom to dress with her there at anytime, unless she was expecting guests.. As her garden was a bit secluded and when her upstairs neighbour was away, i even sat with her in the garden dressed whilst we had our evening meal out there. It was great us both wearing summer dresses and strappy sandels I remember

Well even though you didn't go to the wedding with your land lady, it did open the door to the two of you being yourselves at home, wearing summer dresses, which is great.

Yes the summer dresses incident will live fondly in my memories :-)

Cross dressing is normal. It's the biggots that are abnormal.

I think so!

Thanks Julia - yes she was great - slightly mad but it was fantastic being dressed and chatting with her at night as if it was perfectly normal for me to be dressed as a girl. That normality was a fantastic gift from her to me.

Thanks Julia - yes she was great - slightly mad but it was fantastic being dressed and chatting with her at night as if it was perfectly normal for me to be dressed as a girl. That normality was a fantastic gift from her to me.

Sorry Ohio you obviously live a very sheltered life - this story is totally true and I have had so many positive experiences whilst dressing in front of people. Maybe you should go out more?

Fantsy..not reality...Everyone would at least ask one or two questions. Your story of makebelieve is boring!

Bleeding toes is very funny. How I wish I could have experienced a living situation like that.

Yes htr60 - we spent many evenings after that chatting in the lounge - a lot of them with me in womens clothes. One night she was shocked that my feet were bleeding until she realised that I had painted my toenails red under my white lacy pantyhose!

Sounds like a scary, exciting and fun experience. I assume that you were able to be more open about your crossdressing while living there after that.