colleen ps
08-02-2016, 10:36 AM
I hope i have posted this in the correct section, but i think maybe it should have been posted in clothes, shopping and beauty?
As some of you may have read in an earlier post of mine, i have been going out most days in very plain female styled clothing but not attempting to look female. You know, womens trousers and tops, neutral shoes and just being me! I have never had a reaction, only once a small person said to his dad " that man has got painted toenails" with a look and an apologetic smile from his dad. Now, on to the present. My wife and i are currently on holiday in Hampshire just outside the northwest part of the new forest. It was decided while here that i should find a place to buy a new wig, as i have had mine for many years and several attempts to rejuvenate it, it has finally died. over the next few days we will visit a bbq friendly park and give it the cremation it deserves.
Well, after a bit of internet surfing last week, i finally found what looked like a good place to start wig shopping. I made the phone call and asked if they minded a crossdresser popping in for a perusal and fitting with the possibility of making a purchase on the day. The nice lady on the phone said " No problem, i am not busy now, would you like to pop in?". After explaining that i was at least 45 minutes away, it was agreed to book me in for that afternoon.
So off we went. On our merry way to Bournemouth. We arrived at the salon, and was invited to wait a few minutes while finishing off a hair colouring. soon we were led to a private fitting room and it turned out that the nice lady was the owner of the salon, after the introductions i was asked what i was looking for. With no funny remarks, looks or questions, an hour later my wife and i had made a decision and got ready to leave. The salon owner asked if i could take a picture fully dressed and made up with the wig on and send it to her as she would love to see the finished result. all agreed, we paid for her services and left for our return journey to the holiday cottage. I got halfway back when my wife said, i was tempted to get the other one we both liked too! Doh. I suggested we call the salon and get the details of the other wig and order it via post later on. After getting back to the cottage and taking several photo's to send to the salon owner, we had dinner and relaxed for a while. Now my mind starts to turn cogs and let out a little steam. I had the thought that i really wanted to try the other wig again, so at the same time, we could get the details for ordering it later on. This led to me thinking "the salon owner wanted to see me dressed with the wig, so if my wife would allow it, i could drive down again but this time dressed. Now this is where the panic set in. I have never left the house dressed fully presenting as a female. Can i do it? should i do it?. will i be ridiculed when spotted? I spoke to my wife and got a sort of "Hmmmm, er, OK" Now i was pretty much committed to go through with it. It was semi planned to go to Bournemouth and Boscombe bay today for a shopping trip and a walk in the park at Boscombe and maybe sit on the beach for a bit, so after much deliberation, I dressed this morning and applied the face, fitted the new wig, decided what shoes to wear and formulated a plan. we would drive to the Salon, try out the other wig again and maybe leave a deposit for a later purchase. Then drive to a car park in Bournemouth, do a quick, back to male cleanup and shoe and top change to go shopping etc.
I called the salon and was booked in for 1pm. now the nerves were on fire, i dont know which one of us was worse, but i was determined to go for it. Midday arrived and we were ready, physically definitely but mentally?. Ok, lock the doors, walk to the car, drive down to the gate and stop. this is it. i have to unlock the gate, drive through, close and lock the gate, get back in the car and hit the go pedal. Surprising myself, i did it with no hesitation, no cars drove past, nobody jumped out of the hedge and beat the daylights out of me, just birds singing and light rain falling on my head. We drove off down the lane, i had to pull over to let another car pass the other way, got a thank you wave and a smile so returned that no problem. Hmmmm, this is not so bad i thought. carried on down the road and hit the motorway. No second glances, no funny looks, no CD police in sight so all was well. at the end of the uneventful journey, i pulled up just up the road and looked at my wife and asked "are you ready?" "yes" came the reply, so. open doors, grab handbags (purses) close doors and push the lock button. No turning back now! i passed a couple of delivery drivers on the path (sidewalk) with no reaction, we waited for the traffic to allow us to cross, and as i got to the other side, a little old lady walking her dog just looked and stared. Had she clocked me or was it a senior moment? dunno, dont care any more, just need to get through that Salon door.
Yes, we are inside. phew i need to sit down, or run away or hide or something. but no chance. Within seconds the salon owner came over and welcomed us back. she remembered my name, invited us into the fitting room and we went past a client having her hair styled with no second look other than a quick glance as you normally expect.
Once in the fitting room, The salon owner said, " i had to look twice as i did not recognise you, you look cool, you look really nice. I may need to get some make up tips before you go" wow! i never expected that. A genuine compliment from someone i did not even know. Plus she referred to me as she when chatting with my wife. After finding the other wig that we liked, we did the fitting again and The salon owner had to pop out for something. At this point, my wife suggested that we just buy the wig now and be done with it rather than mess about getting it posted. so all was agreed and i got more compliments plus some style advice for my wife thrown in and a really nice hug from the owner. Oh and a ten percent discount too. after a little banter, we finally left to go back to the car. once seated, i asked my wife where she wanted to go first and she replied that really she just wanted to go back to the cottage and relax, do the shopping etc another day as she was tired and it was raining.
the story is nearly over, but a little twist is to come. We hit the road, reset the sat nav and got on our way back. a completely uneventful journey once again, no stares at the traffic lights or roundabouts, just a nice drive back. Got to the gate at the cottage, got out to unlock and open the gate, drove through and got back out to lock up just as a parcel delivery van pulled up just past the gate. i started to walk to the car when i heard " Excuse me madam is this ******** cottage ?" Err, yes, why? "i have a package for you!" i dont think so i said, this is a holiday let! " But this is ******* cottage it says so on the gate!" Oh Ok i said, forgetting i was presenting as female and using my normal voice without trying to hide it. " Could you sign here please" You know how it goes i am sure. " cheers luv, have a nice day".
I got back in the car and we looked at each other and laughed. up the drive, battle for first in the loo (wifey won that one!) kettle on and settle down for a nice cuppa.
We might pop out tomorrow, to a park in the new forest for a walk and a picnic. Dressed of course!
So, after years of dressing, hiding away afraid of being seen, i finally realised, im not going to be put away for a jail term, i am not going to be jumped on from behind the bushes and the only police i saw was a bike copper parked on a bridge looking down at the motorway traffic.
Wow, my first real post and it looks like a novellete. Sorry.
might even post a few i piccys of our time away when we get home.
All the best and thanks for getting to the end without falling asleep.
Colleen
PS, If it is allowed i would love to give details of the Salon as the owner was so nice, friendly and professional, that i would love to let you all know where you can buy your new hair in comfort, without feeling out of place, get offered a cup of tea and plenty of chat and banter. No consultaion fees, just good service and being made to feel more than just another customer. We will definitely go back for wig maintenance and a nice cuppa, plus get My wife's hair done too.
As some of you may have read in an earlier post of mine, i have been going out most days in very plain female styled clothing but not attempting to look female. You know, womens trousers and tops, neutral shoes and just being me! I have never had a reaction, only once a small person said to his dad " that man has got painted toenails" with a look and an apologetic smile from his dad. Now, on to the present. My wife and i are currently on holiday in Hampshire just outside the northwest part of the new forest. It was decided while here that i should find a place to buy a new wig, as i have had mine for many years and several attempts to rejuvenate it, it has finally died. over the next few days we will visit a bbq friendly park and give it the cremation it deserves.
Well, after a bit of internet surfing last week, i finally found what looked like a good place to start wig shopping. I made the phone call and asked if they minded a crossdresser popping in for a perusal and fitting with the possibility of making a purchase on the day. The nice lady on the phone said " No problem, i am not busy now, would you like to pop in?". After explaining that i was at least 45 minutes away, it was agreed to book me in for that afternoon.
So off we went. On our merry way to Bournemouth. We arrived at the salon, and was invited to wait a few minutes while finishing off a hair colouring. soon we were led to a private fitting room and it turned out that the nice lady was the owner of the salon, after the introductions i was asked what i was looking for. With no funny remarks, looks or questions, an hour later my wife and i had made a decision and got ready to leave. The salon owner asked if i could take a picture fully dressed and made up with the wig on and send it to her as she would love to see the finished result. all agreed, we paid for her services and left for our return journey to the holiday cottage. I got halfway back when my wife said, i was tempted to get the other one we both liked too! Doh. I suggested we call the salon and get the details of the other wig and order it via post later on. After getting back to the cottage and taking several photo's to send to the salon owner, we had dinner and relaxed for a while. Now my mind starts to turn cogs and let out a little steam. I had the thought that i really wanted to try the other wig again, so at the same time, we could get the details for ordering it later on. This led to me thinking "the salon owner wanted to see me dressed with the wig, so if my wife would allow it, i could drive down again but this time dressed. Now this is where the panic set in. I have never left the house dressed fully presenting as a female. Can i do it? should i do it?. will i be ridiculed when spotted? I spoke to my wife and got a sort of "Hmmmm, er, OK" Now i was pretty much committed to go through with it. It was semi planned to go to Bournemouth and Boscombe bay today for a shopping trip and a walk in the park at Boscombe and maybe sit on the beach for a bit, so after much deliberation, I dressed this morning and applied the face, fitted the new wig, decided what shoes to wear and formulated a plan. we would drive to the Salon, try out the other wig again and maybe leave a deposit for a later purchase. Then drive to a car park in Bournemouth, do a quick, back to male cleanup and shoe and top change to go shopping etc.
I called the salon and was booked in for 1pm. now the nerves were on fire, i dont know which one of us was worse, but i was determined to go for it. Midday arrived and we were ready, physically definitely but mentally?. Ok, lock the doors, walk to the car, drive down to the gate and stop. this is it. i have to unlock the gate, drive through, close and lock the gate, get back in the car and hit the go pedal. Surprising myself, i did it with no hesitation, no cars drove past, nobody jumped out of the hedge and beat the daylights out of me, just birds singing and light rain falling on my head. We drove off down the lane, i had to pull over to let another car pass the other way, got a thank you wave and a smile so returned that no problem. Hmmmm, this is not so bad i thought. carried on down the road and hit the motorway. No second glances, no funny looks, no CD police in sight so all was well. at the end of the uneventful journey, i pulled up just up the road and looked at my wife and asked "are you ready?" "yes" came the reply, so. open doors, grab handbags (purses) close doors and push the lock button. No turning back now! i passed a couple of delivery drivers on the path (sidewalk) with no reaction, we waited for the traffic to allow us to cross, and as i got to the other side, a little old lady walking her dog just looked and stared. Had she clocked me or was it a senior moment? dunno, dont care any more, just need to get through that Salon door.
Yes, we are inside. phew i need to sit down, or run away or hide or something. but no chance. Within seconds the salon owner came over and welcomed us back. she remembered my name, invited us into the fitting room and we went past a client having her hair styled with no second look other than a quick glance as you normally expect.
Once in the fitting room, The salon owner said, " i had to look twice as i did not recognise you, you look cool, you look really nice. I may need to get some make up tips before you go" wow! i never expected that. A genuine compliment from someone i did not even know. Plus she referred to me as she when chatting with my wife. After finding the other wig that we liked, we did the fitting again and The salon owner had to pop out for something. At this point, my wife suggested that we just buy the wig now and be done with it rather than mess about getting it posted. so all was agreed and i got more compliments plus some style advice for my wife thrown in and a really nice hug from the owner. Oh and a ten percent discount too. after a little banter, we finally left to go back to the car. once seated, i asked my wife where she wanted to go first and she replied that really she just wanted to go back to the cottage and relax, do the shopping etc another day as she was tired and it was raining.
the story is nearly over, but a little twist is to come. We hit the road, reset the sat nav and got on our way back. a completely uneventful journey once again, no stares at the traffic lights or roundabouts, just a nice drive back. Got to the gate at the cottage, got out to unlock and open the gate, drove through and got back out to lock up just as a parcel delivery van pulled up just past the gate. i started to walk to the car when i heard " Excuse me madam is this ******** cottage ?" Err, yes, why? "i have a package for you!" i dont think so i said, this is a holiday let! " But this is ******* cottage it says so on the gate!" Oh Ok i said, forgetting i was presenting as female and using my normal voice without trying to hide it. " Could you sign here please" You know how it goes i am sure. " cheers luv, have a nice day".
I got back in the car and we looked at each other and laughed. up the drive, battle for first in the loo (wifey won that one!) kettle on and settle down for a nice cuppa.
We might pop out tomorrow, to a park in the new forest for a walk and a picnic. Dressed of course!
So, after years of dressing, hiding away afraid of being seen, i finally realised, im not going to be put away for a jail term, i am not going to be jumped on from behind the bushes and the only police i saw was a bike copper parked on a bridge looking down at the motorway traffic.
Wow, my first real post and it looks like a novellete. Sorry.
might even post a few i piccys of our time away when we get home.
All the best and thanks for getting to the end without falling asleep.
Colleen
PS, If it is allowed i would love to give details of the Salon as the owner was so nice, friendly and professional, that i would love to let you all know where you can buy your new hair in comfort, without feeling out of place, get offered a cup of tea and plenty of chat and banter. No consultaion fees, just good service and being made to feel more than just another customer. We will definitely go back for wig maintenance and a nice cuppa, plus get My wife's hair done too.