Today I stopped into a Nordstrom'a Rack to do a little shopping. I was hoping to buy a new top to wear out Friday night. I was in between appointments for work so I was in drab. I was looking at blouses when a woman pushed a shopping cart up near to me. I was minding my own business and had a white blouse held up considering its merits. The woman just blurts out "I don't think that is your color." I looked up somewhat startled and a little defensive. I just said, " I dont know about that."
The woman then looked at me and said it wasn't my style. I was not sure if she was just being mean or joking. I decided to relax and have a little fun. I again said, " I'm not sure about that." I then pulled out my phone. I showed her the same picture as my avatar. She said maybe that blouse was her style. I asked her if she recognized the girl. She said no. I told her it was me. She stared at me in disbelief. I assured her it was me.
Once she accepted that it was me things turned around.
She told me how great I looked and how wonderful it was that I dressed. She asked if I was a transvestite or a crossdresser. Finally she said her son and her bother were gay. I explained that I was a straight, married crossdresser. We finally did good bye and continues shopping!
Hugs
Suzanne
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