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TV Beginnings - Caught by Neighbour

I started crossdressing at quite an early age, 'borrowing' items of my mum's underwear and furtively dressing in them when she was at work. As I was an only c***d, and mum and dad had separated, I had quite a lot of time to indulge my little hobby! I used to love wearing her tights, the sexy feel of them encasing my legs and cock, and the way they made me feel so girly when I admired my reflection in the long mirror in our hallway. I would also wear her big full-cut knickers and doreen bra, and complete this with a lace slip and a pair of strappy heels or mule slippers that I could fit into then. I used to get so turned on that I would come in my tights without even touching myself, and I would stay hard all day in them. This little habit continued until I finally left home in my early-20s! I remember one morning I was in my usual favourite position - gyrating my hips in my best girly way in front of the long mirror. I had on a matching blue bikini set, barely black sheer tights pulled high up over my waist, and a pair of black strappy high heels. I was rubbing and stroking myself into a frenzy when there was a loud knock at the front door - which was only inches away from where I now stood. I almost jumped out of my skin, and was thankful that I had pulled the curtain over the door. I stood there motionless and silent, my heart pounding in my chest. The knocking got louder and more insistent, and someone shouted 'open up!', all the time pounding on the door. I decided I had ...

... to answer it, so drew back the curtain just enough to allow me to open the door a couple of inches. I stuck my head round the door and was startled to see mum's friend Geoff. 'There's been a few burglaries in the street, and I just wanted to check everything's OK here' he explained. He was trying to look past me into the house, so just I mumbled that everything was fine, and moved to close the door as fast as I could. As I did so, the door stuck, and I realised my own foot was in the way. I quickly moved it, but I'm sure Geoff had caught a glimpse of my tights and heels. Shaken by all of this, I got undressed and put on my regular clothes. About 20 minutes later there was another knock on the door. It was Geoff again. 'Everything alright? You seemed a bit jumpy before. Can I come in?'. Geoff was one of these older retired guys who like to look after the community - neighbourhood watch and all that. He was a widower and a bit lonely I think, and had taken mum under his wing after the divorce. I let him in and we went through to the kitchen. I made us both a cup of tea while he explained about the burglaries in the street. Then out of the blue he said 'Did I see you wearing tights and high heels before?' I went bright red and didn't know what to say. 'It's alright, I won't tell your mum, not that there's anything wrong with it anyway - lots of men like to dress in women's clothing. Do you want to know a little secret? I did too when I was a younger man like you! I was astounded ...