rita63
11-04-2012, 07:16 PM
I went to Toronto for an overnighter and unlike the trip in June I remembered my money cards. Fri afternoon I went shoping, some books, some makeup, a styling comb (I forgot mine) Then to Wildside botique (a trans store) looking for a skirt and a top. Paddy the owner was welcoming and soon I was down to my bra and panties and she was bringing me clothes. No one had ever sen me in femme undies befor. With her help I found a black pencil skirt and a red top that fit well and suited my shape I bought some stockings and a waist clincher as well.
When I got back to my hotel I realized I had only picked up the bag with my other purchases in it. I hurried back in a cab and retreived my new outfit. Paddy was wonderful! She insisted it was her fault and gave me some money toward the cab. She is such a lady and I will be back there.
Anyhow later that night I dressed fully with makeup and my hair styled, its a little longer than my avitar now. I went out into the cold November evening and walked down Church street for several blocks and returned. On the return I got one horn honk and several men followed me with their eyes. As a recovering alcohalic I didn't go into the trans bar but I will some time with friends. Maybe the one in my home town.
When I got back to my room I felt invigourated, I had walked down a busy city street dressed as myself, I still feel liberated.
On the way to the train the next day I stopped at Sears and bought a weeks worth of panties for daily wear. It was a day I will remember for the rest of my life and one I will repeat again.
hugs rita
When I got back to my hotel I realized I had only picked up the bag with my other purchases in it. I hurried back in a cab and retreived my new outfit. Paddy was wonderful! She insisted it was her fault and gave me some money toward the cab. She is such a lady and I will be back there.
Anyhow later that night I dressed fully with makeup and my hair styled, its a little longer than my avitar now. I went out into the cold November evening and walked down Church street for several blocks and returned. On the return I got one horn honk and several men followed me with their eyes. As a recovering alcohalic I didn't go into the trans bar but I will some time with friends. Maybe the one in my home town.
When I got back to my room I felt invigourated, I had walked down a busy city street dressed as myself, I still feel liberated.
On the way to the train the next day I stopped at Sears and bought a weeks worth of panties for daily wear. It was a day I will remember for the rest of my life and one I will repeat again.
hugs rita