There were a few times when they suspected I had resumed cross-dressing, but it was several years before my father came home unexpectedly one evening and found me wearing a dress, petticoats, bra, girdle, stockings, and scarf.
The airing cupboard was in our room too, and with my heart pounding, I pulled out a pair of her nylon frilly panties.
Mom called out once more for me to get dressed and come out but I continued to lay there, half frozen by fear and fantasy.
I was dressed in her panties pantyhose girdle slip and a dress.