True accounts of Humiliation / Embarrassment.

I have to write about time I had on women's panties and was truly not expecting to remove my clothes at a doctor's visit just to pick up a prescription. But well you guessed it - he wanted to do a shirt-off check up… Taking my shirt off, the top of my feminine women's nylon panty was clearly visible. Upon seeing that, he called his female assistant in without saying why he suddenly decided to do that… With my back to them, and turning every shade of red, I had no idea if he was pointing out my exposed panty top.

Upon seeing that, he called his female assistant in without saying why… With my back to them I had no idea if he was pointing out my exposed panty top. If that wasn't bad enough his next patient was a friend of the family and I'm sure he and his female assistance talked about what they saw (me); not knowing she knew me and my family. After that she always looked at me a bit odd (maybe just my guilt/imagination)…

@reddevil I doubt he was “showing off” your panty to his assistant nor did they talk about it with their next patient ---- if they did that would be very unprofessional. I know medical staff do share funny anecdotes among themselves (this obviously could be one) - but are very careful about discussing such things with other patients.

Look at it this way - you probably made their day!!!! 😄

@Rigel: I doubt he was “showing off” your panty to his assistant…

I have often wondered about why he suddenly needed his female assistant… perhaps it was to legally protect himself, like when a male doc is with a female patient… Well it was the last time I ever wore panties to a doctor's office.

Well it was the last time I ever wore panties to a doctor's office.

As they say: discretion is the better part of valor.

I often wear a sort of frenulum or corona ring (not sure of the correct name) that keeps my foreskin retracted. But heavens knows I would never keep it on were I to go to a doctor for even the simplest reason.

Hi everyone! I hope you and loved ones are well and happy.

This reply is quite long. I am inserting this warning before posting.

My story is dead true and I am still trying to figure myself out, and I turned 68 a few days ago!! Maybe some who read or frequent ot Spaces like feminization, cross dress and enemas, my know my roots of dressing. But I have only exposed my real life regarding the bi hidden parts of me that I seem to love and at once recall the pain of being teased as a kid, here a little and Crossdresser heaven. My sisters know as does my former wife and mother of our four blessings. But they only know about dressing. I am not like about 98% of the wonderful cross dressers I have discovered. My interests are the effeminate fashions I was dressed in during the mid 50s to mid 60s.

I have adopted the little lord Fauntleroy outfits to Laura Ashley blouses with velvet shorts or school uniforms tartan pleated skirts and jumpers, knee socks and saddle shoes or ru lace anklets with Mary Janes.

So I am not sure ho to communicate not how I was dressed but the results of the fashion mother or my nanny loved. I will tell you ju one story of the several that I can say: 1). to the best of my knowledge and memory,

2). collaboratEd with photos

3). Talks about wh I recall vs what my oldest sister recalls as these “events“ were notable and impressed on hers and my other sisters, they are 6 and 2 years older than me.

so those three things combined helped me remember rather than being a nasty itch that I never figured out until 3-4 years ago.

I was small or young at 6. Every year our grandmother who was the family matriarch of a comfortable lifestyle her father and her husbands father built fr the early 1900s. Her daughters, and son with spouse and their children all were her guests for the Nutcracker at a prestigious theater for Sunday matinee. Then all went back to her home, about 2 “blocks” away from ours. Her home was not palatial, but pretty damn big. Our house was a wedding gift from both my sets of grandparents. It was the home my Grandmother grew up.

so I was dressed in what I now understand was typical of the style I was dressed until about 7, but perhaps 1-2X at 8. A black or midnight/Safire blue velvet outfit. Collarless, hip length jacket with suspender short pants that hit mid thigh (all of this description from photos and Livs comments. Underneath a white blouse with large shoulder width rounded Peter Pan style collars. Always white. The collar would come down to above my nipples, and equally as deep in back. Sometimes there were two collars layered over. Always a ruffled, lace trim around the collar, down t front. I don’t remember sleeves and photos never saw be with just a blouse. I wore white opaque tights, knee socks or anklet’s. That was weather dependent. Though I would wear saddle shoes for almost everything else, Mary Janes were worn with this Fauntleroy style outfit.

The incident was in the lobby of the theater.

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Maybe intermission but no one remembers. I am standing in a forest of tall people. Mother was talking to some body. So I am sure other boys my age in that crowd were dressed in short pants suits with their Peter Pan collar showing. But our guess is no one would be wearing a collar of Irish linen and a generous trim of tightly ruff led lace. I was told that it would float a little when even I walked much less in the wind. There were women like grandmother who started looking at me and they were right there is how I remember, I looked at grandmothers around me chattering. And one turned me around and pulled up my jacket, to look at??? Maybe the X look of suspenders?? And then I think is when they called or seemed like another one was there who played with my collar. Apparently I called out to my mother. But I know that grandmother was there and someone told me to hold still or something like it. I was turned and, it was grandmother’s hand that unbuttoned the front. None of this I remember. But all those dress up blouses we called such clothes (like “put in your dress up shorts “). Well there was lace in front and sewn in pleats? But it was someone who looked at me and pulled up my collar and spread it that I am told unhinged me. Mother gave me a hard couple of swats. Hand always half on my shorts and half my thigh directly. Not just this time but I got a fast spank a lot. So I got spanked because I started yelling at the woman playing with my collar. And tears of course then something else triggered me and I took off in between legs and torso I must assume. While doing so, I ripped half the collar off and when I was corralled at some point, my jacket must have been open and I took hand on either side , this Elizabeth confirmEd and ripped all the buttons down the front. So i was out of there and why my oldest sister Elizabeth remember this day well is that mother instructed her to take me home in a cab. we lived far nort of the city in a very small 6-7,000 at the time, town along lake Michigan. I was supposed to be bathed and dressed I assume by the nanny Laura. Who in my opinion relished dressing me. Well I was so afraid of what would happen when everyone g home. This was the first time I ever did something like that. The I guess big embarrassment or probably borderline humiliation in front of the women who were handling me and especially the collar that I hated more than any other thing. This hatred for these collars especially really became vocal I guess. Even before the incident. Like going out in the cold. Firate getting ready meant taking off my jacket or button up Austrian type wool jacket/cardigan. Then they put it back on me so the collar was inside. Then the winter coat which was a joke as it fell just below my shorts for any outfit. Recall Jon Jon Kennedy Jr. saluting his father’s casket as it rolled drawn by horses. Mid thigh powder blue with the back belt. Fortunately I wasn’t alone with a ritual like this as you could see boys figit bef mass. Placing the collars out before mass perhaps another story that happened every Sunday for years.

So back at home and I don’t remember anything except for photos and Elizabeth. Laura decided to scare me and laid out my sister Liv‘s school uniform. Remember this is 1960. But I did wear a red tartan shortalls with one of Olivia’s blouses that apparently fit because of what the photos showed. It was back button and a ruffled Peter Pan collar with short sleeves gathered like at the elbow with ruffled whatever you call it!!! Because I liked to rip my front button blouses. though mother bought many clothes for us at a nice department store, we went shopping at her favorite boutique at some point to shop for back button blouses. So my Fauntleroy outfits were bought here and Bransons it’s name sold expensive imported and in house sewn outfits for kids like us.

How I started staring at my Fauntleroy outfits and started liking them secretly. Then when I outgrew these out and wore Eton suits, why I started taking Livs blouses and uniform skirts from Livs closet? Or the most f’ed up thin that has driven me crcrazy since 6-7—the secret of getting turned on by people staring at me or pointing a finger, playground girls wanted to play after school and giggles about what I was wearing last Sunday at mass. Perhaps zity and all you whom I have “met“, and those I am about to meet can help m sort out why we get turned on by being embarrassed. The other huge BIG vehicle to put me in the agony and ecstasy, thank you, I forgot who wrote it. But just the thought of getting an enema from a woman and her friend helping, that is a big thing. Like my frilly blouse story, enemas I got maybe too frequently in today’s world of health care. A quick recall of a memory of Laura announcing at dinner that I was to receive a “good“ soap suds enema after dinner so girLS use the bathroom until…. Blah blah blah

hope this story was ok. I attached a couple of photos for reference. Godspeed to everyone! My best, Jaime

My best friend David a chronic bed wetter was often dressed up by my sisters. We had many over night stays were he needed his diapers for bed. Mom loved David and his nightly problems and would keep him and myself thickly diapered.

David knew he was safe and secure in our home except for my sisters little game of dress up. Time and time again they would grab David and dress him up after being diapered by Mom. They would put him usually in a baby doll pajama outfit that did nothing to hide his thick cloth diapers and plastic pants. Clearly by the long lump in the front of his diapers he was enjoying the attention. His Mom and Mine often watched and would laugh themselves silly while teasing David and I.

Surprising how five teenage girls can reduce a person to a diapered state with out problems.

My wife knows how excited I used to get years ago when I was a secret diaper lover and would place myself in circumstances where I might be discovered by girls. I told her all about the many times I did that, including when I was actually found out and got erections knowing I had been discovered. Eventually she told me it was time for me grow out those fears of mine since we were living together and all my family knew I wore diapers and rubber pants all the time and always peed in my diapers. So the first time she told someone was at our favorite restaurant. After we had finished the main course the waitress came over to ask if we wanted desert or more wine. My wife told her that I was wearing diapers and rubber pants and gone potty in them and needed to be changed. She asked where she could take me to change my diapers. Our waitress started laughing and said “Are you kidding. Isn't you husband too old to wear diapers?” My wife responded by claiming she had tried to potty train me but I refused to use our toilets and so she kept me in diapers instead. She called me her little diaper boy and again asked where she could change me. She even told our waitress that if she doesn't believe her she can check for herself and told me to stand up. I did as I was told and the waitress, after asking whether she really could check me, pulled the back of pants out and looked inside, saw my diapers and rubber pants, checked how wet I was, and then told my wife to follow her to their private bathroom where she could change me. My wife grabbed my diaper bag and once we got the the restroom, the waitress opened the door, told my wife she could change me here and asked if she needed any help, that she would be happy to give her a hand. Of course my wife was more than willing to take up her offer, smiled and told her “I'd be delighted if you could help me out. I'm sure my hubby will be embarrassed but as long as he insists on wetting his diapers, a little embarrassment is good for him.”

They had a fairly large counter top so our waitress asked “do you that will be large enough change him on. My thought it would be and told me to take off my trousers. As I did, my cloth diapers and rubber pants could be seen and our waitress explained ”wow, your weren't kidding. But why does he wear cloth diapers? Wouldn't disposables be so much easier? That's what I used for my kids but thank god, they have been out of diapers for years." My wife tells her “I know, I'd love if I could use disposables but he will only wear cloth diapers. Says that's what he wore as a teenager and his mother changed him every night and if it's good enough for it's good enough for him. But he does have to launder his own diaper stuff, so I can live with that. Can you believe it, a 17 year boy having him mother pin diapers on him every night? Anyway thanks for helping. Can you unpin his diapers while I get his diapers out and ready and she them hands my baby wipes and baby powder to our waitress. She tells me lay down the counter and after I do, she tells me to lift my bottom while pulls my baby pants down. I'm so wet I'm more than a little embarrassed which of course our waitress is quick to comment on. ”My God, you really did wet your diapers didn't you? Too much wine tonight for boys who still wear diapers and go potty in them." My wife giggles and tells her “He should be embarrassed for being such a sissy baby! Now she's going to clean you and powder you. Be a good boy and don't embarrass me in front of Annie, she's been so nice to you.” Annie proceeds to unpin my soggy diaper, remove them from under me, and tells me to be a good boy while she takes my baby wipes and cleans me. She holds my pee-pee in her hand and, of course, I get an erection. Still. she just smiles a little and continues to wipe my pee-pee, scrotum and bottom carefully. Then she says to my wife “I think he likes this a bit too much. He's so hard now he's about to explode.” My wife tells me to calm down, that I'm embarrassing her and our waitress. But Annie tells my wife “ I really don't mind cleaning him up if he cums. I expected this would happens knowing how little control boys have.” My wife tells her that if she really doesn't mind to go ahead and let him have his dessert. As Annie finishes wiping me I explode my cummies all over her hand its covered completely with my cum. My wife then tells Annie how sorry she is that I couldn't control myself and just another example of how naughty I am and why I still have to wear diapers. My wife finished diapering me, we had our dessert and a left Annie a very tip. My wife and I have been back many times since, always we know Annie is working that night

Before I met my wife, back when I kept my diaper life secret I had some quite embarrassing if not downright humiliating experiences. Dating seemed to create the most chances of someone finding out about my diapers, usually at a time when I thought things were getting serious and really liked her. One Saturday around noon, I heard the door bell ring, but wasn't expecting anyone so I still had my wet diapers and rubber pants on from the night since I slept in late and just generally liked going around in my wet diapers and rubber pants. I went to the door to open it but stayed behind so no one could see what I was wearing. It turned out to be my girlfriend, Kate, who was trying to surprise me. I was horrified as soon as I recognized her. She looked so cute, had a pretty sundress that revealed her cleavage. But all I could think about how to get rid her so I could get out my soggy diapers before she noticed anything. I told her I wasn't dressed yet and could she come back in 15min. I'm 31 and she's 23 so she tells me she's seen guys naked before and has been hoping to see me naked anyway as she pushes the door back and sweeps in. I'm forced back against the wall as she turns around to look at me. Her facial expressions suddenly change from a huge smile to a look of shock as her eyes focus on the diapers and rubber pants I have on and nothing else. I try to cover my diapers with my hands but no way can I hide them from her. Before she can say anything I try to explain myself and ask her “remember how told you about wetting my bed and wearing diapers until I a senior in high school, well I should have told you the whole story. Please don't leave, just give me a chance. Let me take my diapers off and we can talk about it. She's replies quickly ”this is really weird, probably sick. I had no idea you still wore diapers. And it looks like you at least pee in them, your diapers are sagging so much. Can't believe what I'm seeing. A 30 year old man wearing baby diapers and rubber pants and nothing else. Aren't you too old for this, you must be so ashamed to have me see you in your pee filled diapers. Wow, I'm willing to hear you out, but not if you cover yourself up before. Can't wait to hear you try to explain yourself in any remotely adult way.

“Would you some coffee while I explain myself" I ask. “Sure, lets see you waddle around serving coffee to me” she said. As I pour her a cup of coffee, I invite to sit down while I try to explain myself. As I begin to sit down next to her to explain, Kate tells me “No, I won't let you sit down like an adult. I want you to stand up in front of me in those soggy diapers like a child trying to get out of his punishment for being naughty. Now, I expect you to be completely honest. Why do you still wear diapers? How long has this been going on? How often do wear them and pee in your diapers. Does anyone know about this. Do you only pee, or do make messes too? God I hope not.” “Kate, it not what it seems. I told you how I wet my bed until I was 17 and how my mother sort of babied me, diapered me every night and then unpinned my diapers in the morning, cleaned me and helped me dress for school. By then I had really come to like diapers and always had such a good night's sleep, that when I finally stopped, I never really stopped thinking about diapers, even all throughout college and grad school. My mother let me wear diapers and rubber pants when I came home for holidays and vacations so whenever I was home I would wear diapers and rubber pants at night. My mother knew of course but I think that was her way of keeping me close to her. My sisters knew how much I liked diapers and were nice about. Since I've been on my own, working and living here, I never wore diapers, didn't think much about it and hoped that I had gotten over it, because I did feel ashamed of myself for wearing diapers for so long when I didn't need to. It's just that my mom and sisters accepted it that I came to belief it was OK and nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. But you know how stressful and competitive work can be and I started to get anxious, worried about work, had a hard time sleeping, so I started to think about diapers once again. I had a box full of my old diapers and rubber pants and one day after an especially trying day at work I came home, took my clothes off and pinned the diapers on, pulled up my rubber pants and relaxed. It was as though all my troubles had disappeared, I suddenly so calm and at peace with the world. Kate" I asked, “can I please sit down now. I'm so nervous and uncomfortable. Please?” Kate tells me “Fuck no, I suspect part of you likes me to see you like this. And I want you to be totally embarrassed as you should be. Go ahead and finish." “Kate, one thing I want you to know is have never, never worn diapers when I we were together. When I got home last night, I was so excited from our night together, and so tired it was so late, that I put my diapers on for the night because I knew I would sleep in late and want to have get early to pee. I've only been up for an hour and just haven't had time to clean up."

“So, how often do you wear diapers” she asks, “every day? Weekends only? Tell me the truth. Do you always wet yourself when you wear. Do you ever get off in diapers?" I suddenly feel the urge to pee, probably because I'm so nervous and all the coffee I've had. I try to hold it, but the urge is getting stronger so I squeeze my legs together to hold it in, but Kate realizes what I doing and shouts “OMG, you have to pee don't you? You look just like me 4 year old nephew when he has to go.” Both my hands fall to my crotch to try to hold it in while I say to Kate “Please excuse me, I have to use the bathroom.” But as I start to leave she quietly tells me “You're wearing diapers and rubber pants. Go ahead as wet yourself right here in front of me. After all why in the hell do you have diapers on and not use them like they're intended. In your heart your really want to anyway, right? Go potty right now in front of me. And take your hands away so I can see you pee." I do as she tells me, take my hands off my crotch and begin to potty in my diapers in front of Kate. She leans over to have closer look at my crotch and soggy diapers and as she does, the front of little sundress dips enough that I can see her perky breasts and pink nipples and areolas, she is not wearing a bra. I feel my dick becoming erect even though I'm still peeing. “Do you like what you see? My tits and nipples? Wow I can't belief you, standing in front of me, wetting your diapers and getting turned starting at my boobies. I think you've answered my question if you get off in diapers. So to summarize, you've been wearing diapers most of you life, you wet your diapers most of the time you wear them, you may still be something of a bedwetter, you are definitely a mommies boy, you can't handle the stress of an adult like without resorting to wearing diapers often and you get yourself off in diapers, so they are a sexual thing for you as well. The one question you haven't answered yet is do you poop and make messes in your diapers and rubber pants, but with all you've said I know you do. So do you?" I look directly at Kate, hesitate just a bit and say “No I do not make messes in my diapers.” “Oh bull shit, you're lying to me. I mean why bother, after all you said and done now” she tells me. So very reluctantly I quietly confess “OK, you're right. Once in a while I do poop in my diapers. Not often. I really hate the cleanup but yeah, I do mess sometimes. Now that you know everything, please leave. I'm so embarrassed and ashamed, I just hope you at least can give my credit for telling you everything. I know you know how bad you've made me feel.” I move to the doorway to help her leave, and as I do, she says “I'm sorry for making you do this and making you feel so bad. You look awful, so uncomfortable. I want to make up for my behavior. I can't leave you without changing my baby's diapers. Give me your hand and take me to your changing room.” I take Kate to my bedroom, which, unfortunately is quite messy. Kate asks where my diapers and changing stuff is so I tell her, I don't need to wear diaper now, I just need to take these off and clean up. But Kate has her own ideas and says “no, I want to make up for being such a jerk and clean you, make sure no diaper rashes and put a nice clean, dry diaper on you. I know you're stressed and I want to make things better. Just lay down on your bed and I'll take care of the rest.” I follow her directions, lay down, while she gathers my diapers, rubber pants, wipes and baby powder, sets it all down by my side and pulls down my rubber pants, reveling my soggy, pee stained diapers for her to see. “Boy you really need a change" she says and starts to unpin my diapers. As she leans over I can see all of her beasts and nipples and feel myself starting to get excited and afraid I will have an erection. As she removes the front of my diapers, my pee-pee is erect, as are her nipples, and she tells me, “you maybe a wet messy diaper baby, but you have a man sized cock." Well we spent the rest of the day in bed satisfying every wish and fantasy each of us had.

The first time I hooked up woth another guy I was extremely nervous/excited and hand been edging for probably 3 straight days. Got to his house, he stripped naked and I was down to panties and a lacy tanktop. We started making out on his bed and within 5 minutes I came hands free. I ended up leaving and was totally embarassed about it all.