OK, so it was Neiman Marcus Last Call. believe it or not, my wife asked me to take her there yesterday to look for gifts for a couple of little girls in our family. At one point I had to kind of giggle and so my wife looks at me.
"What's so funny?" she asks with a curious look. I pointed at my 6 year old daughter who was following me everywhere, and then at the 6 week old son I had been carrying since we entered the store.
"Well, they may have plenty of questions about my fashion interests, but I don't guess many of them are questioning my sexual orientation today!" That made her laugh and so that's a good thing. I like it when we can laugh about what I am. As long as we are seeing the humor in it we are OK.
So as my wife is looking at little girl things, I have my sleeping son in my arms, and my daughter following behind me, and I'm looking at big girl things - namely gowns. I was sort of hoping to find one that I could afford for SCC. I found a KILLER gown, with a complex red and black pattern that I would have looked killer in, AND it was on the size 12 rack, AND it was selling for about $120! I grabbed it, filled with joy at the thought that I was no longer relegated to wearing an "Ehh" gown to SCC, but would instead be wearing a "That's freaking awesome!" gown! I took the kids back over to my wife and told her I would prefer not to spend that kind of money with out trying it on first. To my surprise my wife was completely cool at the idea of my taking it to the dressing room, so I off loaded the children on to her and set off. As I approached the dressing room, it struck me that I had never done this - tried on clearly female clothes while very clearly presenting as male. The thought actually made me a little nervous. So as I enter the dressing room area, two SA's are chatting at the desk and paying me no attention, so I'm not sure if I'm supposed to check in with them, or just go to the dressing room. I actually spun in a little circle while my brain locked up. First I headed for the mens dressing room, then thought "Nah, your probably supposed to check in" and so I turned back to the desk. I see they are still ignoring me, so figure maybe they don't want you to check in with them first and spun back to the dressing room . . . and find it locked . . .
Just as I'm puling my hand back from the door handle, this cute little SA walks up behind me.
"Do you need a dressing room sir?" I was probably blushing dark red as I held up the gown, and so decided to go on the offensive and make a joke about it.
"Well, so much for my master plan of sneaking past you with it!" I told her with a wink and laugh. She shook her head back and forth with a knowing smile of her own.
"It's not a problem! Just follow me!" she said as she led the way and unlocked a room. Considering that not one of the young ladies there was phased, I'd have to guess that they have seen a lot of guys before me do this.
Well, turns out I was stupid. The gown was hanging on the size 12 rack but it was a 10 and came no where near fitting my fat butt. I guess I'm shallow, because it depressed the hell out of me for the rest of the day that I wasn't going to be able to wear that stunner to SCC. On the other hand, I DID take a new step for me by being bold enough to take a gown into a dressing room while in male mode. :-)