If Only You Knew

Greetings dear readers. I hope you had an excellent Christmas and that you found some pretty things under the tree. Today I’d like to share some thoughts about underdressing. Most likely, you and I are in the same boat. I can’t really wear outerwear beyond the privacy of my own home. Perhaps some of you can pass and outerwear is an option. If so, good for you! Frankly, I am a very long way from passing and, living in a very conservative part of the country, I’d have to have a death wish to even try.

All that being said, we can still connect with the inner femme by underdressing. There are so many wonderful options – panties, bras, camisoles, garters with stockings. Ah, such fun. By the by, I didn’t include pantyhose. If you can wear them, more power to you. I tried it a couple of times, but by the end of the day, I felt like I had been cut in half and neutered. Not a nice feeling.

Do you underdress for work? I have found that underdressing under my power suit has greatly reduced the stress of my job. I like sitting in a meeting with all the other power suits and feeling the caress of my bra and thinking, “If only you knew.”  If you have to put on your binary male face at work, that makes it even more fun.

There is nothing more comfy than feeling the slinky smoothness of a camisole under a dress shirt. If you are more of a blue collar worker, a cami may not be the best idea, but you can certainly enjoy some nice satin panties. I had an internet friend who unintentionally outed himself at work. He works on a high voltage power crew. He was wearing a thong. His tee shirt was untucked and he was bending over working on something and his whale tale was exposed. Busted! A coworker pulled him aside and said “You’d better pull your pants up.” The coworker fortunately was cool with it and made no further comments.

So much for work. What about in your leisure time? What do you like to wear under it all when you go to the mall or grocery store? In moderate weather, I enjoy wearing a garter belt and hose under my jeans. I only wear women’s jeans, and if you haven’t tried them, you really must. They are far more comfy than those heavy, scratchy men’s jeans. The denim is thick enough that the garter tabs don’t show.

How about when you go to the doctor? I’ve chatted with some folks online who wear panties to their doctor’s visit and the doctor is fine with it. Is yours? Mine absolutely would not be fine with it. Funny story: a couple of years ago I was getting dressed and felt something sticking the sole of my right foot. I lifted my foot, only to discover I was standing on a wasp. That hurt like a bad dog. I’m allergic to wasps, so my wife packed me in to the car and off to my doctor’s office we went. I had on lacy pink panties and didn’t even give it a thought. We got there and the doc examined my foot. He told me to stand up and drop my drawers so he could give me a steroid injection in my hip. My wife and I looked at each other like a couple of deer in the headlights. Fortunately, the doc had his back to me as he prepared the syringe. I pulled my pants down while concealing my panties well beneath them. In retrospect it is really funny - especially the look of panic my wife and I gave each other.  Ah, the challenges of being a cross dresser!

Just for fun, I looked up the Latin translation of “If only you knew” and it is “Si modo iam nosceres”. What do you think – could we form a sorority with the motto “Si modo iam nosceres”? Heck we could even have tee shirts with our motto emblazoned on the front. It could be our secret handshake when we encounter each other at the mall.

So much for my ramblings. I’d love for you to share your thoughts and experiences in the wonderful world of underdressing. Get that keyboard warmed up – I’m waiting to hear from you!

Fond regards,

Angie