jjjjohanne
01-25-2025, 07:56 AM
I wear skirts and dresses sometimes in guy mode. I never feel like a girl and never present as such.
Almost no one knows I am a crossdresser, and my wife wants to keep it that way.
I left work this week and put on a gray sweater, a black knee-length pencil skirt, nude pantyhose, and black androgynous ladies' flats.
I went to a pharmacy and bought something. Then I started driving toward home. I started wanting to go to a grocery store near where I grew up. (I have crossdressed in this shopping center before and ran into one of my brother's friends, so I know it is not a "safe" place to go.) I debated with myself while pulling into the parking lot. I drove past the entrance three times and decided to park my car.
I walked toward the entrance and suddenly there were a lot of people coming and going. I turned and walked toward another entrance. I passed it and decided to walk on the sidewalk that lead to other business entrances. I discovered an employee seated on the sidewalk having a break. I must have been rather panicky because I turned around and went into the grocery store.
Inside, it wasn't too densely crowded. I walked along and relaxed because no one was looking my direction. I started trying to find what I was shopping for. I eventually walked down an aisle to the back aisle. I was avoiding occupied aisles and I was looking for people I knew. I found the correct aisle and entered it. I guess at this point that I turned off my brain. I don't remember thinking about the people on the aisle. I was just looking for my cereal. I got to where it should be. I saw the less tasty variation, but there wasn't what I was looking for, nor was there a place for it. I've been abandoned by my cereal maker!! Then, "They let you come here?" was said.
I looked to see who it was. It was a man that goes to church with my mother. He has a son my age and we were friends when I was a teenager. I have known this man almost all of my life. He and his wife are very sweet people who love me and I love them. He is roughly 80 now. His wife was behind him, riding on a store scooter. His shopping cart was between them and me.
I started talking to them. Surprisingly, I did not panic. I tried to consciously keep the cart between us. I watched their faces to see if they noticed I was wearing a dress. The top I was wearing looked like it could be a men's top. I was also wearing a winter coat. I saw no obvious indication that they were aware that I was crossdressed. But, that can be hard to know. No one commented on me wearing shorts in such cold weather.
I had no idea how I could exit this aisle without exposing my whole self to them. I talked to them for a couple of minutes. I held my box of cereal in front of my skirt. Eventually, I walked around his cart, passed behind him. I made eye contact with his wife and smiled and patted her shoulder saying it was good to see her as I walked by. She responded likewise. I was out of the aisle and hurried to the checkout. As far as I could see, both of them only looked at my face as I went away
All of the cashiers and self-checkout lanes were busy. I got in line. Eventually, a self-checkout kiosk became available. I went to it and checked out. A young female employee was standing nearby watching the customers. She was looking at me while I checked out. I finished and walked past her and said, "Good-bye" and she said something appropriate, such as, "Thank you".
I don't know what will happen next......
Joey
Almost no one knows I am a crossdresser, and my wife wants to keep it that way.
I left work this week and put on a gray sweater, a black knee-length pencil skirt, nude pantyhose, and black androgynous ladies' flats.
I went to a pharmacy and bought something. Then I started driving toward home. I started wanting to go to a grocery store near where I grew up. (I have crossdressed in this shopping center before and ran into one of my brother's friends, so I know it is not a "safe" place to go.) I debated with myself while pulling into the parking lot. I drove past the entrance three times and decided to park my car.
I walked toward the entrance and suddenly there were a lot of people coming and going. I turned and walked toward another entrance. I passed it and decided to walk on the sidewalk that lead to other business entrances. I discovered an employee seated on the sidewalk having a break. I must have been rather panicky because I turned around and went into the grocery store.
Inside, it wasn't too densely crowded. I walked along and relaxed because no one was looking my direction. I started trying to find what I was shopping for. I eventually walked down an aisle to the back aisle. I was avoiding occupied aisles and I was looking for people I knew. I found the correct aisle and entered it. I guess at this point that I turned off my brain. I don't remember thinking about the people on the aisle. I was just looking for my cereal. I got to where it should be. I saw the less tasty variation, but there wasn't what I was looking for, nor was there a place for it. I've been abandoned by my cereal maker!! Then, "They let you come here?" was said.
I looked to see who it was. It was a man that goes to church with my mother. He has a son my age and we were friends when I was a teenager. I have known this man almost all of my life. He and his wife are very sweet people who love me and I love them. He is roughly 80 now. His wife was behind him, riding on a store scooter. His shopping cart was between them and me.
I started talking to them. Surprisingly, I did not panic. I tried to consciously keep the cart between us. I watched their faces to see if they noticed I was wearing a dress. The top I was wearing looked like it could be a men's top. I was also wearing a winter coat. I saw no obvious indication that they were aware that I was crossdressed. But, that can be hard to know. No one commented on me wearing shorts in such cold weather.
I had no idea how I could exit this aisle without exposing my whole self to them. I talked to them for a couple of minutes. I held my box of cereal in front of my skirt. Eventually, I walked around his cart, passed behind him. I made eye contact with his wife and smiled and patted her shoulder saying it was good to see her as I walked by. She responded likewise. I was out of the aisle and hurried to the checkout. As far as I could see, both of them only looked at my face as I went away
All of the cashiers and self-checkout lanes were busy. I got in line. Eventually, a self-checkout kiosk became available. I went to it and checked out. A young female employee was standing nearby watching the customers. She was looking at me while I checked out. I finished and walked past her and said, "Good-bye" and she said something appropriate, such as, "Thank you".
I don't know what will happen next......
Joey