BAM BAM BAM "YOU NEED TO COME OUT OF THE DRESSING ROOM!"
"Uh, excuse me?"
"THIS IS THE MANAGER, YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF THE DRESSING ROOM!"
I peek out the door and there is this woman, 5' 6" ish late twenties maybe early thirties. "YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF THE DRESSING ROOM NOW!"
I was wearing a beautiful sweater dress that fit perfectly and I really wanted to buy it. "Do I need to change?"
"YOU NEED TO PUT ON YOUR REGULAR CLOTHES AND LEAVE THE DRESSING ROOM NOW!"
Holy crap. One of my worst fears ("There's a guy in a dress!). I changed as quick as I could. I almost threw up a little. I was a wreck. I lost one of my earring clasps. I gathered up my stuff and took the 4 dresses I was trying on and walked out of the dressing room with my head high as though I did nothing wrong.
There were people standing around and as I got near the manager, she made a comment to someone else (There's a situation going on right now but it is almost over."
Apparently, I was a situation.I hung the clothes on the rack next to the young girl who let me into the dressing room, grabbed my jacket out of my cart (which by the way was filled with a new jacket, two sweaters, some pants and a pajama set in leopard print). and walked out of the store as though I owned the world.
When I got to my truck, I started to break down. I felt every eye from the store peering out at me so I drove away to a mall parking lot where I parked and cried for about 45 minutes.
I couldn't get out of my clothes fast enough. I threw up. I felt so embarassed and disgusted with myself. I have so much shame wearing on me that I can hardly move. I feel as though I weigh 200 pounds more than usual and I don't know what to do.
I am leaving to see my shrink in a few minutes but wanted to get this off my chest before I leave so I at least have it vented before the drive. I can't seem to stop choking up. WTF am I doing with my life? AAAHHHH!!!
For those wondering, the store is Ross Dress for Less in Lynnwood, Washington.