Threat or Thrill: Worry About Getting Caught or Love It?

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Threat or Thrill: Do You Worry About Getting Caught or Love It?

Do you ever worry about getting caught crossdressed? Or does this add to the thrill?

This is just one of the myriad of questions you might ask yourself if you did a short exercise in self-analysis about why you love to dress in some sexy En Femme attire.

You’d probably also ask yourself, “Just why do I do it?” or maybe even, “Can I ever stop?” But you would soon dismiss these questions, since you know they really do not have an answer—at least not an answer you can complete in less than 20,000 words!

So, let’s go back to focus on our original questions.

Getting Caught

Well, almost certainly at some point in a crossdresser’s life, he would have been caught. It might have been when our fledging crossdresser first started, around maybe 4-5 years old, long before he had any idea or concern about the potential consequences of being found in his sister’s skirt and top or in his mother’s dress. Or it might have been in the immediate pre-teen years when the fascination with women’s clothing was beginning to exert a stronger and stronger influence over the young man’s thinking.

Even into the early teens, as needs and wants to crossdress strengthened, it’s unlikely that many of us over-thought the issue of being caught and what would happen after. Sure, we knew our mother or father would not be pleased if they found out, but we could probably pass off the incident as curiosity getting the better of us; or offer an explanation that it was an experiment or something that suggested that it was just a “one-off” and that we might not dress again.

Clearly, children and young adults can get out of most things by playing dumber or more naive than they really are!

Is Stopping an Option?

But what about grown, adult men? Men who may have wives, children, and careers.

Surely anyone who has a family and a livelihood to protect will think twice, or even three times, before dressing up in one of his secret horde of En Femme outfits. He’d be cautious before applying that mystical makeup powder and prancing around their home when the family is out—or even daringly stepping out of the front door to their car to attend a surreptitious meeting of other crossdressers.

They might think twice or more. But does it stop any dressing? No.

Can any CD really resist the temptation when the opportunity arises to become the woman he might long to be? Definitely not!

Sure, most adult crossdressers will almost certainly have fleeting moments when they do worry or have doubts about what they are doing, about the huge risks they are taking, and about the consequences if they are caught. But, hey, these will only be very fleeting worries and the magnetism of crossdressing, the irresistible urges to present as female in your En Femme finery, will mean that all worries or fears about getting caught are effectively vanquished to the inner corners of the mind.

And anyway, it won’t happen to me, I’m too cautious, I double check everything!

Euphoria Conquers All

On the other hand, you have to admit that the euphoria that comes when you dress is enhanced by the slight nagging fear of one day being caught. It’s not so much an overt fear, but something more hidden, and it subconsciously enhances the delightful excitement of the moment.

Undoubtedly, there are crossdressers who are greater risk takers than others, who might live on the adrenalin of daringly crossdressing—either when they are short of time to accomplish their needs or will dress when maybe there is someone in the next room. The extra risk, that extra thrill, can only add to the overall feelings of invincibility that the crossdressing drug provides to those who participate in this most wonderful of activities!

So, threat or thrill, thrill or threat?

It’s simple. In reality, they are both intertwined in us as much as our female alter-ego is with our male psyche. Otherwise why would regular and—more often than not—relatively boring men take such outlandish risk?


9 comments


  • Gracie

    My wife also doesn't approve, now I find me 'hoping' that my neighbour sees me putting bins out while en femme but 'fearing' she sees me putting bins out.


  • Kimberly

    My upstairs neighbor recently caught me in the lobby of our building late at night… in my 5 inch pink peep toe pumps. She was really sweet and pretended not to notice, but I was left standing there, shell shocked. I had been getting more daring, sneaking out of my apartment more and more after hours… checking my mailbox in pumps was practically routine, but then there she was, and now I'm OUT. I'm a boy in heels. The next day, I was furious with myself for being so careless, but it didn't last. I realized how excited I was that someone else knew. It's not just a fantasy. I am a boy who loves high heels!


  • Kimberly

    My upstairs neighbor recently caught me in the lobby of our building late at night… in my 5 inch pink peep toe pumps. She was really sweet and pretended not to notice, but I was left standing there, shell shocked. I had been getting more daring, sneaking out of my apartment more and more after hours… checking my mailbox in pumps was practically routine, but then there she was, and now I'm OUT. I'm a boy in heels. The next day, I was furious with myself for being so careless, but it didn't last. I realized how excited I was that someone else knew. It's not just a fantasy. I am a boy who loves high heels!


  • Rebecca

    I so agree with you Kim I was done dressing one day and i know a car pull in to the drive way I died (did my days get crossed and it was the day my wife was to come home early) do i strip and jump in shower or run to the door to see went thru my mind in a second. So i walked a looked it was nothing and mt days were nor crossed and i had several more hours to be me and what a great time it was.


  • Renee

    I remember a few times when I was a teenager sneaking into my sister's room and trying on a few of her things. One time I was almost fully dressed when I heard one of them bounding up the stairs. I did the only thing I could thing of doing and slipped under the covers of her bed. When she came in to try and get me out I hung on to them for dear life. She went back down to say something to my mom so I hurried into my own room and quickly took off her clothes and put mine back on. Another time I found my mom's old cheerleader uniform. One night I snuck into the cubby space that the boxes were stored in, but before I did I woke up one of my younger sister's and told her to come in for a minute. She was so sleepy as she looked at me in my mom's uniform but I don't think anything registered. She just said "OK" and went back to bed. I never heard anything about that incident from her and to this day I sometimes wonder if she possibly remembers it. But I am not curious enough to ask and bring up a unwanted subject. As I sit her contemplating which bra and panty set I want to put on I sometimes look back at that and shudder thinking what might have happened if I would have got caught.


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