Yep, it finally happened. I was working at night, and a couple strolled into view at the limits of my aging vision. At first it looked like a she and she couple, the kind that frequents the joint after hours, but, as they got closer to my location, I could see that the other woman was not quite so obviously a woman. I thought about that as they strode, arm in arm, around the corner, only to reappear later very near to where I was standing…
Yes, it was a crossdresser, MtF variety, in tasteful clothing, makeup, wig, bra, the whole nine yards. I would surmise that the boyfriend/husband/partner was on an “excursion,” here in this relatively safe yet famous haven for crossdressers, otherwise known as my workplace. Nobody mentioned this sighting later, but I kept thinking about it. One of US, like me, maybe even a member of this here site, sauntering by as I observed the miraculous happening…
I had curious feelings about this later. I was glad the person in question was out and about, in relative safety, enjoying being dressed, but I felt kinda sad that this is what it amounts to – a slow march around a safe haven, with few people to encounter, and few problems to foresee, and, if it all goes well, there will be more “showings” in the wee hours. REALLY wee, these hours were, I mean 3-4 A.M. A brief feeling of being dressed in public, I guess, but there is little public to engage and reflect off of…
No children were around, so no parents. unless an RV might arrive from goodness knows where, and few workers (like me) to ogle the dresser. But, you know, little excursions like this are really special, and I wish I had been this person – I could imagine the feelings of uncertainty and nervousness, going hand in hand with exhilaration. I’ve been there, but never with a partner in tow. Where I work you can come in, easily CD and go relatively unnoticed, unless a CD like me is tuned in to your wavelength. You can also fondle the CD friendly merchandise, please…
One of my co-workers mentioned that she had encountered a CD one day at another store. I absorbed her interesting story but said nothing, and she made no judgment one way or the other. I work in a place that has declared it is TG friendly – I assume this applies to crossdressing and all variations thereof. Seeing it from the inside, so far, I would say they are making good on their word, but I would be happy just walking around a store late (VERY late) at night, not bother anyone, and enjoy whatever outfit I was wearing, assuming my own risks…
Speaking as a worker, I wouldn’t equate tolerance with fatigue from the demanding job we do, so any indifference we display can be seen as preservation of energy. Plus, the store needs ALL customers, and they want you to come back and shop again, or simply walk around again in your favorite femme finery…
Can you guess where I work? MtF crossdressers go there often…
Originally Posted by Frédérique
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