Being outed

Hi I have a friend in here who I’ve chatted to. I’m a guy in his 50s who has a great fiancée who knows all about my kinks but I want to be outed but in a cruel way. Which may seem strange to most. Not only would I want all my family and friends to know I crossdress but also I still get spanked over my mummy’s knee while dressed. I’d like to maybe post it in Facebook. I know there is no going back after that but that’s how I feel and would like be it done this way.

Hmmmm interesting 🤔 but I would not do this.

I would think very seriously about this before doing it. May turn out to be a life altering experience, not only for you, but also those you love and or love you.

Agree with the others here. Think it through…..then don’t do it!

When I transitioned and began living authentically I let the world know through Facebook. I did not have any foresight as to what the reaction of people would be. It was very difficult time in my life and everyone I loved and cared for stopped speaking to me. My wife and daughter are the only people that continued to love and support me. I would seriously consider how you would like this to proceed and be careful.

Sound too dangerous and you don't know the unforeseen consequences!

You may lose lots of friends who otherwise thought you were straight like they are! Best to stay in the closet!

I’d like to maybe post it in Facebook. I know there is no going back after that but that’s how I feel and would like be it done this way.

Outing on Facebook may very well be the worst way to do it, if you must do it at all.

Think hard, think again and then think a whole month of Sunday's.

This does not sound like a smart move to make or a smart thing to do.

Here on zity there are many persons who fantasize, and a few who actually do. I read your profile, and 'actions' Seems you like spanking and humiliation. Me too. However reality is not fantasy. Fantasy is harmless.

I went to a pro spanker who beat me so badly I barely got home and was off work for a week. No more of that. I cross dressed and wore lingerie under my dress clothes--suit--at work. Thought I was careful but female staff could see the lingerie. One day secretary told me my bra was showing and my next appointment would see it. Outed!! The humiliation and embarrassment was beyond description. I was shaking so hard I had to cancel rest of the day. I thought my world would collapse; lose my accountancy practice, social standing, corporate and non-profit board membership etc.

The two employees had known the secret 4 years. Once in the open they became enablers and helped me to openly cross dress. This part is very hard. Trying to look, act and sound like a woman is a lot of work. Took months, lasers hair removal, learning how to move. Voice training is costly. Before fixing the hair meant 20 seconds with a brush and hair spray. Now 20 minutes. plus make up. Try getting up an hour earlier every day.

Even in San Francisco trans is not acceptable to most people. I lost a few clients. I attended a board meeting in women's clothes, the first time; a woman frostily said, "Don't you dare use the Ladies Room!" The dust didn't settle for almost a year. Social and professional relationships adjusted and in the past 6 years I think most new acquaintances don't realize I am a cross dresser. If they do realize I'm not a cis female they think I'm a trans. Difference between cross dresser an trans? I know I am a man, transwomen are sure they are women.

I think we all want to be outed to a certain degree, regardless of what closet we happen to be in. Whether it is sexual orientation or just having a kink or two (orientation is NOT a kink!), living with these secrets is hard. In my mind, I am always in diapers, and often end up over someone's knee for a good sound spanking. This is a private fantasy world. Sharing it would be difficult, and could cost everything. So I go for my "diaper-walks" when circumstances allow it, letting the world see my diaper while still maintaining some anonymity. I have to hope that I never run into someone I know, and that nobody is able to get a good photo of me (cellphones - arghhh!). This is as close to being outed as I will probably get at this point.