Girl.Faye
10-26-2004, 09:36 PM
Well, I have returned (sort of) and I have a story to tell you all.
I just returned from a trip to Montreal for 2 weeks. Before I left, I was sort of out of my drag loop, dressing seemed to be very sparse for me and I didn't have the effort or mentality to go about it. When I packed my stuff for the 2 weeks, I didn't pack anything femmine related... That said, to go with the topic title, temptation won me over. It was probably about a week through my little vacation where I was left alone (I was staying at my brother's place and I had a few occasions where I was left alone to explore the city). The first thing that kicked into my mind was, "I need something to wear!" I figured, since I was not in my home town, I thought I was up for a little devious adventure.
First day I had I went to the local Phrama Prix, and bought myself a pair of fishnet stockings. Sure, it nearly took me 30 minutes just to get myself into the right isle, but my courage finally built up after waiting around in the health food isle for the isle to empty completely. After that step, I was home free, I used the back door cash register and with little to no funny looks from the attendant, I was home free. My first purchase!
So, with my first accomplishment, my courage built that much more. I had another day all to myself, and I was a little more daring this time. I went to the nearest Bay (Canadian retail outlet store) and found myself taking the escalator up to the woman's lingere level. Ugh, was that ever hard, being the only male on that level looking through womans lingere. I kept drilling, "They don't care, or know who I am!" through my head, but it hardly worked. Finally, after an hour or so, I mustered up what little courage I had remaining (I found myself going inbetween so many different floors pretending I was lost, eventually returning to the lingere floor again) I grabs the first pair of good looking panties I could see. Scrunching them up in my hand, I again made my way to a not so populated checkout, and purchased them. Was I ever sweating like a pig from sheer worry. :D
With my confidence boosted that much more, I was ready to return to the preivous Phrama Prix. This time, I bought a pair of thigh high stockings and another pair of fishnets (bigger holes - the first pair were small holed fishnets). I was a bit lucky too, the Halloween stuff was out on sale at the time, so I had an excuse this time ;). Making my way to the back door checkout again, I had a few odd looks and sufficed laughter from the sales lady. I convinced myself she was only laughing because of the language mix-up... She was trying to speak to me in French. It worked, sort of ;p
With 3 purchases complete, I was once again ready to take on my final goal... I returned the The Bay, and this time with pure confidence, strolled up into the lingere floor. Ugh, did I ever pick a bad day... I got up there and it was jam packed with women, I instantly caught the next escalator to the next floor again acting like a lost customer. Apparently shopping on a Sunday in a very busy part in the city is not a good idea ;)
However, I returned the next day. The coast was clear--nice and quiet. I walked in, with my hoodie up, and actually browsed and found what I wanted. A sale on for 3 pairs of panties, and I also bought a black silky top. This time though, I came prepared. I had my notebook out in hand pretending I was shopping for someone else. I had a story all lined up in my head that I was a photographer who shot female models, and my studio needed a new supply. A fake list, and it got me all the way to the checkout again. I was forced to wait in line for quite awhile as the two women in front of me had some sort of dispute on their previous purchase... My turn came up, and the lady behind the till blatently said quite loudly in French, "Le monsieur, comment peux-je pouvoir vous aider?" (My French is terrible...). There were a few people behind me in the line, and I caught a few giggles, but I made the purchase and left. On the way out, I caught the eye of anothe man on the level. We both looked at eachother in embarrasment and hurrided away quickly, too funny.
So, in total, my first purchase list comes out to this:
4 Pairs of panties (2 thongs, 2 panties)
3 Pairs of Stockings (2 fishnets, 1 thigh high)
1 Silky Black Top
Was that ever fun. Amazing, they all fit perfectly fine as well. I didn't really think about anything when I grabbed the items. I just took whatever I could and went as quickly as I could.
Anyways, hopefully I'll be nosing around the forums more often, you'll probably hear from me soon.
--
Faye
I just returned from a trip to Montreal for 2 weeks. Before I left, I was sort of out of my drag loop, dressing seemed to be very sparse for me and I didn't have the effort or mentality to go about it. When I packed my stuff for the 2 weeks, I didn't pack anything femmine related... That said, to go with the topic title, temptation won me over. It was probably about a week through my little vacation where I was left alone (I was staying at my brother's place and I had a few occasions where I was left alone to explore the city). The first thing that kicked into my mind was, "I need something to wear!" I figured, since I was not in my home town, I thought I was up for a little devious adventure.
First day I had I went to the local Phrama Prix, and bought myself a pair of fishnet stockings. Sure, it nearly took me 30 minutes just to get myself into the right isle, but my courage finally built up after waiting around in the health food isle for the isle to empty completely. After that step, I was home free, I used the back door cash register and with little to no funny looks from the attendant, I was home free. My first purchase!
So, with my first accomplishment, my courage built that much more. I had another day all to myself, and I was a little more daring this time. I went to the nearest Bay (Canadian retail outlet store) and found myself taking the escalator up to the woman's lingere level. Ugh, was that ever hard, being the only male on that level looking through womans lingere. I kept drilling, "They don't care, or know who I am!" through my head, but it hardly worked. Finally, after an hour or so, I mustered up what little courage I had remaining (I found myself going inbetween so many different floors pretending I was lost, eventually returning to the lingere floor again) I grabs the first pair of good looking panties I could see. Scrunching them up in my hand, I again made my way to a not so populated checkout, and purchased them. Was I ever sweating like a pig from sheer worry. :D
With my confidence boosted that much more, I was ready to return to the preivous Phrama Prix. This time, I bought a pair of thigh high stockings and another pair of fishnets (bigger holes - the first pair were small holed fishnets). I was a bit lucky too, the Halloween stuff was out on sale at the time, so I had an excuse this time ;). Making my way to the back door checkout again, I had a few odd looks and sufficed laughter from the sales lady. I convinced myself she was only laughing because of the language mix-up... She was trying to speak to me in French. It worked, sort of ;p
With 3 purchases complete, I was once again ready to take on my final goal... I returned the The Bay, and this time with pure confidence, strolled up into the lingere floor. Ugh, did I ever pick a bad day... I got up there and it was jam packed with women, I instantly caught the next escalator to the next floor again acting like a lost customer. Apparently shopping on a Sunday in a very busy part in the city is not a good idea ;)
However, I returned the next day. The coast was clear--nice and quiet. I walked in, with my hoodie up, and actually browsed and found what I wanted. A sale on for 3 pairs of panties, and I also bought a black silky top. This time though, I came prepared. I had my notebook out in hand pretending I was shopping for someone else. I had a story all lined up in my head that I was a photographer who shot female models, and my studio needed a new supply. A fake list, and it got me all the way to the checkout again. I was forced to wait in line for quite awhile as the two women in front of me had some sort of dispute on their previous purchase... My turn came up, and the lady behind the till blatently said quite loudly in French, "Le monsieur, comment peux-je pouvoir vous aider?" (My French is terrible...). There were a few people behind me in the line, and I caught a few giggles, but I made the purchase and left. On the way out, I caught the eye of anothe man on the level. We both looked at eachother in embarrasment and hurrided away quickly, too funny.
So, in total, my first purchase list comes out to this:
4 Pairs of panties (2 thongs, 2 panties)
3 Pairs of Stockings (2 fishnets, 1 thigh high)
1 Silky Black Top
Was that ever fun. Amazing, they all fit perfectly fine as well. I didn't really think about anything when I grabbed the items. I just took whatever I could and went as quickly as I could.
Anyways, hopefully I'll be nosing around the forums more often, you'll probably hear from me soon.
--
Faye