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when "enjoying yourself" wearing your favourite gear, and what was your reaction ?

The only thing one can do is admit it.

But, before hand tell the truth first way before one is found out.

FarmWellingtons wrote: August 27th, 2025, 12:08 pm My brother once caught me wanking on my bed with my wellington boots on. I freaked out and coveted myself up. He laughed and walked out. I don't think he even questioned why I was wanking with my wellingtons on. I think he just assumed that I had been outside and so desperate to play with myself I hadn't taken them off. He never made any comments about me and wellies. Only that I should lock my bedroom door

What a shame he didn't stop and help you out

FarmWellingtons wrote: August 27th, 2025, 2:25 pm

Don Wellington wrote: August 27th, 2025, 2:22 pm

FarmWellingtons wrote: August 27th, 2025, 12:08 pm My brother once caught me wanking on my bed with my wellington boots on. I freaked out and coveted myself up. He laughed and walked out. I don't think he even questioned why I was wanking with my wellingtons on. I think he just assumed that I had been outside and so desperate to play with myself I hadn't taken them off. He never made any comments about me and wellies. Only that I should lock my bedroom door

What a shame he didn't stop and help you out

He didn't have his wellies on

Oh, what rotten luck

I might have had to tell him what I did with his wellies

Something naughty no doubt

FarmWellingtons wrote: August 27th, 2025, 4:58 pm

Don Wellington wrote: August 27th, 2025, 4:51 pm

I might have had to tell him what I did with his wellies

Something naughty no doubt

That goes without saying

Very true

Thought my wife was out for the afternoon and she caught me in our bedroom wearing a clear plastic suit. She knew of my desires but didn’t know of my secret purchase. As soon as I heard the door open I quickly pretended to be tidying the bedroom as if that was all I was doing! She came in with laundry to put away. She literally said nothing, did her work, then left. I just carried on dusting wearing nothing by the clear plastic. It was a very stressful few minutes. I didn’t know what to say and in a way I wished she had at least told me off or reacted in some way. She became my ex!

Cherie x

I was caught twice. Or once, depending on the type of garment and activity.
The first time was around the age of eight. I was an occasional bedwetter. When it happened again I was put in diapers and plastic popper type pants for the next few days. I did at the same time hate and love wearing the panties. I always felt that there was something going on below when they were wrapped around me accompanied by their rustling noise and the clicking of the poppers. I really loved them but each time I felt sorry for what is going to happen to them later on during the night. I couldn't understand that such a nice garment was bought by parents just for being repeatedly abused until it turned yellowish snd brittle.
So there was always one panty stored under the pillow, ready to be wetted if necessary. One night I tried to put on the panty under my PJs and I must have been too noisy. Suddenly my father came into our bedroom and saw what I was doing. He didn't say a word but took away the plastic panty, covered me up and left again. From then the panty wasn't on standby under my pillow anymore.

The second time was at about 15.
Once in a while I used to wear my yellow Rukka rainpants made from PVC coated cotton under my PJs, almost as if they were also plastic panties and the they became a very comfy and rustly "cum barrier". I had the skills to put them on and cover them with my PJs without making a lot of noise. So no one, not even my younger brother ever noticed. Only in the beginning I wore them without the PJs until I was caught. Later on I discovered that wearing the PJs on top even improved the feeling because it is closer to the way plastic panties are worn. I even imagined that there should be plastic pee panties available made from exactly this matarial.
It was in the beginning when wearing them alone when I was called by my father whether I could get out if the bed quickly again and lend him a hand for something he was repairing.
My brother and faher both noticed. And my brother didn't hold back at the breakfast table. I used the excuse that I was trying them out a perspiration pants.
These rainpants were left alone in the attic for decades before actually being converted into plastic pee panties for an elderly relative by cutting off most of their legs and sewing on elastic seams.