Does anyone else get excited at risky crossdressing?
I thought I'd grown past that phase when I used to wear stockings, panties and suspenders under my suit when I went to appointments for work and drive around with my trousers off so my lingerie was easily visible to other motorists when in the car.
I also went through a phase of taking pics of myself in public loos when I'd stripped down to my silky undies, the rush of having other people so close and having no idea what I was doing used to really excite me but I thought it had passed.

As I type now, I have my friend here for the weekend and I'm fully crossdressed under my clothes and sitting right next to him, he has no idea.

I got the urge to risky crossdress last night when we were watching a movie so I made my excuses and put on some black lace panties under my jeans. This quickly spiralled to saying I was cold, put on a baggy hoodie top and slipped on a black basque and tan stockings.

Right now I'm wearing a Rago black six strap suspender belt, matching panties and silky 7 denier tan stockings under my normal clothes...and have a lovely comfortable butt plug inside me!
I've just been to the local petrol station but couldn't find a suitable moment to take a picture in my undies but I'm so incredibly horny and want to push things further.

When it gets dark I'm tempted to go to the local forest car park, strip down and take some pics of me in the public loos and without my male clothes far away from the safety of my car so there's a risk of being caught.

I feel rejuvenated having the thrill of being caught again!

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This post was edited by Alison Suithall at October 27, 2018 7:40 PM BST

risky cross-dressing is something we all do i bet, my risky bit was taking my new leather skirt into the dry cleaners last week, along with a few of my male items, knowing damn well they know its mine x

Have done this myself in many occasions. Gotten dressed in short skirt and knee boots pulled over black tights, driven out for a bit and then stopped and walked for many yards along the road. Run back to the car and trembled with excitement. And even on one occasion masturbated vigorously.

I had the thrill of being in glammy rock bands during my 20s so walking into Top Shop and going upstairs to Top Girl as opposed to Top Man downstairs and buying our stage stuff was standard stuff. It was kind of like being out in that we were unashamed of ourselves. I'm glad we're weren't full on tranny, though, because an hour on stage in heels would have ruined my ankles.
This post was edited by Daryl Shannah at December 17, 2017 1:49 AM GMT

Ha ha Thank God it wasn't 'Twisted Sister' onstage then lol ;-)

My fave is public transport, wearing nothing but lingerie under my coat, but the most thrilling was after Rocky Horror at the theatre in Liverpool, then walking half a mile in my corset and suspenders, with very skimpy knickers. Lots of car horns were sounded and a few screeches of brakes.

Nice one Julie ;-)

I feel that the risk of being caught really does add to the thrill of the occasion. An element of risk however small can be so wonderful.