ChristinaK
06-06-2014, 11:59 AM
A few weeks ago I posted a thread about how accepted I was at Penny's and Sephora. That outing made me feel so good that I did it again, accept took the outing to a new level for me.
I am posting this for two reasons. 1. I have found it very encouraging reading about others acceptance in society and wish to "pay it forward." 2. A narcissistic story that makes me feel good!
I returned to Penney's fully dressed in a leopard print, short sleeved mock turtleneck sweater and ladies jeans. I am 6'1", wide shouldered with a 44" chest. I wore a shoulder length wig, tasteful makeup, a double strand of pearls with matching earrings. My shoes were black flats and had a black print purse as well.
First, I went to the lingerie department to buy some new panties. As I browsed, several ladies were within arms length and not one seemed to notice. When I checked out, the SA (60's) also did not seem to notice and I even spoke several sentences to her.
Next, I visited the Women's Department just to browse. Again, there were several shoppers within close proximity and none seemed to notice at all, with the exception of a little girl, who stared at me (they always know!). I went to the fitting room with several pairs of jeans and tops with complete success. My heart was pounding though! I had to stand in a line of two women to check out and again nobody seemed to notice, including the SA. She also conversed with me and there was no apparent shock.
So, that trip was so successful I continued to a major discount grocery store to do a month's worth of food shopping. That was the real test. The place was packed with people of both genders, young and old. I felt confident though, just having had such success at Penney's. I spent over two hours there collecting a little over three hundred dollars of groceries. I had to excuse my cart for being in the way, smiled at several people, had men check me out (maybe they knew, but it wasn't obvious if they did. It was the big boobs they were looking at!). I tried hard to use feminine body language and movements, such as keeping my legs together when I had to squat for something low. When I checked out I was the only person in that line and that was my biggest fear; that when people were idle and looking around they would discover me, tackle me, pull my wig off and beat me to a bloody pulp. So I got off easy there. The checker was ill. She conversed about the amount of customers, her being sick and working, etc. and not once did she give me a sideways glance. We were just two girls talking.
As I loaded the groceries into my car I couldn't help but smile large. The entire day went off perfect. I really felt feminine and just another woman out shopping. If one person had suspicions, it was not apparent to me in the least, other than the little girl. I subsequently went to a McDonalds drive through and again seemed to have success.
So, I hope my tale helps others like myself who have hesitated for years due to fear. It is difficult to describe the sense of freedom and elation that comes with dressing in public and getting away with it. I really don't know why it feels so good other than to express my feminine side, my alter ego I guess.
Others have posted that people notice, but don't stare or make an issue of seeing a man in women's clothes. Maybe they're correct, but it wasn't apparent to me at all in this outing. If that is the case, then Thank You American Public!
The posts on this website enticed me to venture out after thirty plus years of dressing behind closed doors. Thank you all and I hope this post encourages others to do the same.
I am posting this for two reasons. 1. I have found it very encouraging reading about others acceptance in society and wish to "pay it forward." 2. A narcissistic story that makes me feel good!
I returned to Penney's fully dressed in a leopard print, short sleeved mock turtleneck sweater and ladies jeans. I am 6'1", wide shouldered with a 44" chest. I wore a shoulder length wig, tasteful makeup, a double strand of pearls with matching earrings. My shoes were black flats and had a black print purse as well.
First, I went to the lingerie department to buy some new panties. As I browsed, several ladies were within arms length and not one seemed to notice. When I checked out, the SA (60's) also did not seem to notice and I even spoke several sentences to her.
Next, I visited the Women's Department just to browse. Again, there were several shoppers within close proximity and none seemed to notice at all, with the exception of a little girl, who stared at me (they always know!). I went to the fitting room with several pairs of jeans and tops with complete success. My heart was pounding though! I had to stand in a line of two women to check out and again nobody seemed to notice, including the SA. She also conversed with me and there was no apparent shock.
So, that trip was so successful I continued to a major discount grocery store to do a month's worth of food shopping. That was the real test. The place was packed with people of both genders, young and old. I felt confident though, just having had such success at Penney's. I spent over two hours there collecting a little over three hundred dollars of groceries. I had to excuse my cart for being in the way, smiled at several people, had men check me out (maybe they knew, but it wasn't obvious if they did. It was the big boobs they were looking at!). I tried hard to use feminine body language and movements, such as keeping my legs together when I had to squat for something low. When I checked out I was the only person in that line and that was my biggest fear; that when people were idle and looking around they would discover me, tackle me, pull my wig off and beat me to a bloody pulp. So I got off easy there. The checker was ill. She conversed about the amount of customers, her being sick and working, etc. and not once did she give me a sideways glance. We were just two girls talking.
As I loaded the groceries into my car I couldn't help but smile large. The entire day went off perfect. I really felt feminine and just another woman out shopping. If one person had suspicions, it was not apparent to me in the least, other than the little girl. I subsequently went to a McDonalds drive through and again seemed to have success.
So, I hope my tale helps others like myself who have hesitated for years due to fear. It is difficult to describe the sense of freedom and elation that comes with dressing in public and getting away with it. I really don't know why it feels so good other than to express my feminine side, my alter ego I guess.
Others have posted that people notice, but don't stare or make an issue of seeing a man in women's clothes. Maybe they're correct, but it wasn't apparent to me at all in this outing. If that is the case, then Thank You American Public!
The posts on this website enticed me to venture out after thirty plus years of dressing behind closed doors. Thank you all and I hope this post encourages others to do the same.