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Caught

On one trip up to northern Wisconsin that I take to our cottage, I always get dressed up for the drive that is if the wife doesn’t come along. No one has a clue that I’m a crossdresser. But this time, my daughter, who was twenty-four at the time, wanted to come along. So much for my dressing and driving. But my clothes were already hidden in my car trunk, and I always bring my computer, so all is not lost.

I do get to dress when I’m up there and go on cam. So that night at around midnight, I got dressed in my white lingerie with a blouse, skirt, and heels oh and, of course, my wig. The room I’m in is just off the rec room. I was on cam with someone, and he was asking questions. The same dumb questions guys always ask.

Usually, at some point, I have to say, you know I’m a guy in woman’s clothes. That either sends them running, or they say. Yes, I know. Tonight I got a lot of runners. How stupid can you be if I list my id as Sandy crossdresser or sandycd?

Both let the person know what they are looking at. Oh well. I keep trying. I’m getting bored, and I’m just about ready to give up when the room door opens, and my daughter pops into the room. We are both startled. Me to see her looking at me dressed as I am and her looking at her Dad dressed as a woman.

She was the first to speak. What the hell are you doing dressed like that? I say, don’t you knock before entering? Why do I need to knock? I could tell a light was on, so I just came in. Why are you not in bed sleeping, I say? Can’t sleep, she says.

Let’s get back to why you’re dressed like that? Well, to tell the truth, I like the look, and it feels right. Is that ok with you?

Well, I guess its ok if you like to do that. Here come the questions. Just great, I think to myself! So how often do you dress? Does Mom know? Do your friends know? Stop with the third degree. First, when I get a chance to dress, second and third, no one knows. But now you do. So keep it to yourself!

I guess I can do that. What are you doing on the computer? Well nosy, if you must know I’m trying to find someone to cam with. And then what happens? Are you looking for a guy or a girl? It makes no difference, but it is usually a guy that comes on. Then you just chat? Yeah and. The guy might ask to show some skin, and it could get more involved.

More involved? Like what? Showing more I say. Like more you mean you show your junk? If that’s what the person on the other end tells me to show it. Tells? What you’re not only a crossdresser but a sub? Yes, I say. Can I stay and see what happens? No, I respond, I did say it can get more involved. So what she says how bad can it be?

How embarrassing that she wants to stay and see me like naked with I bet by then a hard clitty. Now I’m stuck. Not what I had in mind that this would ever happen. Damm, I just want to crawl into a hole.

Bing! Someone is asking to cam. Aren’t you going to answer? Here goes nothing. I answer. It is someone that I know for a while on cam. He is very dominating to me. He really gets me doing things that my daughter should not see. Do I tell him she is here? Maybe he will not have me do something that I’m not proud of in front of her. But knowing him, the cam session will get me naked.

Well, who is it, and what is he saying? I tell her it’s a guy that I have cammed with before. He is asking if the slut is ready for my chores? Slut, she says? What the hell does he have you do? Are you going to tell him I’m here? I want to see what he is typing, so I know what’s going on.

Well, I think I have to, but be warned this will not be pretty.

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