It's something feared by transgender women from crossdressers to transitioned, but mostly those who are closeted. (Heidi Phox has a fun video about this.)
When I first started, I feared being caught by my parents or my brother. I knew that if my parents caught me, the punishment would've been beyond severe. Possibly being thrown out or worse. And if my older brother (OB) caught me, he'd instantly tell them while greatly embellishing the story to the point where the only true part would be the skirt. (In reality though, when my brother caught me, it meant a huge bribe to buy his silence, combined with the knowledge that he had something terrible on me. But to his credit, he never told.)
So I usually dressed when they all were away. Sometimes when mum was away and dad was on night shift, so asleep during the day. It really depended upon how bad my dysphoria was on a given day.
Sometimes I'd dress if they were out running errands, but then it would only be hose or something easily removed and hidden. During those times, I kept my ears peeled for the squeak of the front door, or the sound of one of the vehicles in the driveway. I sort of miss those days, fresh with discovery and fear. My adrenaline ran very high and senses were on edge. At those times, the clothes felt extra silky and soft.
But then that sound- was that the door? The frantic scramble to unzip, unhook, don't rip it! Hide it hide it! God help me if I had on makeup! That usually meant shower time- that was my excuse for all the washing.
Close calls. Oh, so many close calls! The sound of my mother's voice shouting my name up the stairs... I didn't hear her come in! PANIC! Strip! Oh don't come up here! As I mentioned, I was only caught once, and that was by OB.
After Halloween 2008, I was hiding from the whole world, especially my Wife. I knew that the consequences for being caught now- with a family and career- would be catastrophic. I took every precaution and thought through every move. Motels paid in cash. Post office box in another town. Storage site several towns away. I was so cautious, and wasn't caught. I realized an important fact: that no one would recognize me because they weren't looking for me. Even if they were looking for me, they wouldn't be looking for me dressed as a woman. They may recognize that I'm a crossdresser, but not who I am.
Of course, the problem happened because this blog was found. I was Thrown out.
Since then, I haven't cared who found out. And then in March 2014, I came out to the world. Since then it's been misgender, misgender, misgender. But no more hiding.
I know no one reads this anymore, but I'll ask anyway: have you ever been caught crossdressing? What happened?