I've recently moved back i with my folks for the past 2 weeks to prepare for a family event, and here are some of my stories.
>parents don't know that I crossdress because we have a "don't ask, don't tell" sort of mentality about our lives
>Since they're old-fashioned, I feel that they'd just assume I was gay, and I see no need to deal with that, so I hide the few clothes I did bring home
>I often wear them around when my parents are gone, it's my main form of relaxation around here
>But recently some of the neighbours have been told to come over whenever, since they've literally only got a bed to sleep in.
I feel bad for them, I really do, but goddamn, don't show up every day for the whole day.
>I'm just doing household chores and other house work, while my mother's getting medical shit done, and I hear one of those neighbours talking on our phone.
>she's bitching with a friend about stupid things, and then they start bitching about gay people, and crossdressers, and how they're grossly unnatural
>immediately sneak most of my clothes to the car, they're no longer safe in the house
>come back inside, she's in my bedroom, rooting through my dresser
>pulls out a pair of thigh highs
>starts freaking about how I'm a pervert, and I must've stolen them, and she's threatening to call the police, and all that shit
>go to my receipt bin, show the bitch the receipts for all of my clothes, that I fucking bought, and that she's the one committing crimes here
>she just drops the socks and walks out
>never been back since
>finally I have afternoons to dress up again