I was never a boy scout

 

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Now you might think that the title of this post is a little weird considering the subject matter is crossdressing but in my home country the motto of the boy scout organisation is “Be prepared” well today I was not a good boy scout because I was not prepared for what was to unfold.

I had  bought a lovely pair of over the knee boots on line which had  arrived over a week ago so I was desperate to wear them.  Christmas and New year was fast approaching so today was probably the last opportunity before the new year to wear them. I could not contemplate waiting another two weeks so I was determined that  today was for Trixy time with my new boots.

What has this got to do with boy scouts I hear you ask  hold on I am getting there.

Down here in the southern hemisphere the school summer holidays have just begun. My daughter, who lives a few minutes away, looks after a few kids during the holidays.  She usually brings them over for a swim in our pool after lunch.  based upon past behavior I  thought that I could squeeze in a couple of hours of Trixy time before she arrived.

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Thigh High boots Fantasy bucket list Tick

Everything was going smoothly, I dropped the wife at work as usual and on returning home proceeded to become Trixy.  I was upstairs in my den approximately  10 minutes into the photo shoot when I heard the voice of my granddaughter outside the house, I peeked out of the window and to my horror saw not only my granddaughter but all of my daughter’s charges coming down the driveway in their togs, obviously coming for a swim.

Well to say I panicked would be an understatement   I was trapped upstairs with my daughter and a hoard of kids outside, luckily all the doors were locked and my daughter doesn’t have a spare key.

I had a decision to make do I make a dash down the stairs to the relative safety of the bedroom, risking discovery on the way or wait it out upstairs, knowing that the kids would be around for a couple of hours then leave.  The biggest danger was from my daughter calling me to let her into the house, she could see that I was home as my car was in the drive.

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Thigh High boots and Leggings Fantasy Bucket list tick

I know what about the boy scouts, I am nearly there.

In the past during Trixy time I would have a emergency kit of  makeup remover etc  so that I could quickly remove my makeup if disturbed so like a good boy scout I was prepared.

Well today I was a bad boy scout, I did not have my emergency kit so I wasn’t prepared for the situation that I found myself in.

Fortunately, there is a bathroom adjacent to my den so if required I could remove most of the makeup before I made my dash downstairs but my finger nails were a lovely plum colour and the nail polish remover was in the bedroom downstairs.

When my heart rate returned to somewhere near normal I decided that I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity for Trixy time and continued with the photoshoot. (Photoshoot sounds so glamorous it is just me taking a load of pictures with a tripod and a self-timing camera)

So, with one ear listening to the kids in the pool and the other waiting for my phone to ring I continued with the picture taking and the accompanying wardrobe changes.

I also made a few videos in which I explained my dilemma and trying to look relaxed.

After about 60 mins my phone rang it was my daughter I didn’t answer it but decided it was time to make that dash.  Luckily my son’s bedroom is on the first floor and after removing all the girly stuff corset boobs etc I borrowed a t-shirt and a pair of track pants from my son’s room, scrubbed my face almost clean of makeup, stuffed my hand in the pockets and slipped down the stairs into the safety of the bedroom. I re-emerged a few minutes later with clean nails and after a quick shower all traces of Trixy were gone.

I decided not to go outside and talk to my daughter as I didn’t want to explain the missed call, so I made a bit of lunch and returned to the den to start the day’s work.

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Well, today was the closed I have come to being discovered, but for that short time when I was posing for pics with the threat of discovery hanging over me, my heart pounding, my throat dry, I felt fantastic, although I don’t think I want to experience anything like that again.

 

Hugs Trixy

19th December 2017

Author: Trixy Deans

I am a straight CD who enjoys all things feminine.

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