CindyFinalyFree
08-09-2006, 12:39 AM
I've gone and done it. I started an addiction that I know is just going to get worse.... and I LOVE IT.
A couple months ago, I stopped at a local drug store and picked up the following items: Veet, pantyhose, and a toothbrush (have to get a new one ONCE in a while, ya know). Sure, I've purchased the occasional item before, but there was just something different. I used to be terrified that someone would say something negative, draw attention to me, point and laugh, whatever. However, after reading a lot of comments and experiences of fellow CD'ers, I've come to realize that the chances of this are slim, and even if it 'did' happen, it's not like someone's going to shoot me, run me off the road, etc. If they did, I'd sue them for so much I could afford to transform and move somewhere to start a new life as Cindy in style. Anyway... back to the topic.....
Two weeks ago, I bought my first 'outfit'... a skirt and matching blouse.
Last week-end, I went to the same drug store as the month before and bought a manicure kit (Thanks for the advice, btw, DanaJ... My nails are nearly all the same length, and have 'just' the right sheen to not draw attention at work).
But today, I did something I wouldn't have considered 2 months ago... I sought out a wig. Hearing how 'professional' salespersons generally are (think about it.. they could lose their job otherwise... we all have to pay the rent), I went to a Dillards on the other side of town to look around. I didn't expect to find a wig; rather, I went with the intention of seeking out a salesperson (ok, sales lady... I wouldn't dare ask a guy.. besides.. how would he know) that would likely be able to refer me to a wig shop nearby. I made a full tour of all 4 floors before picking her out (still understandably nervous, I chose an elderly lady near the exit I would be using to get back to my car :cheeky: ). I walked up to her and said "excuse me" in a somewhat quiet and almost breaking voice, "could I ask you a subtle question?" "Sure." "Where might I be able to purchase a wig?" I couldn't believe I actually asked!!! Admittedly, she seemed a bit surprised, but the look of her mind searching quickly took over. She then gave me directions to a place nearby, and tried to make sure I understood where it was. As I expected, she didn't smirk, laugh or call her co-workers over to loudly proclaim what I just asked her. I thanked her and left.
Well, I found the shop (low and behold, they had 'WIG SALE' signs all about the parking lot and windows... I coulda found it without asking, had I driven 2 more blocks). Anyway, for 7pm, I was surprised (and quite relieved) to see only one customer. As I walked toward the back of the store to stall until the customer left, the lady all the way at the front asked if she could help me. Not wanting to alert the one customer, I quickly said no. The lady called for her assistant anyway (but she didn't hear), and I said that I saw her go in the back.
Well, as the customer approached the check-out, I made a b-line toward where I saw the other lady dissappear. I wanted to make it quick, and with any luck, no other customers would come in before we were done. When I found the assistant, (I'm so proud of myself), I immediately asked her if she could help me find a wig. When she asked if it was for me, I didn't hesitate to say "yes". (WOW at my bravery!!) I think I threw her, but not for the reason you would think.... you see, I haven't shaved my (face) cheeks for a week, and my goatee was well over a month old (key word 'was' hehe). Had I been clean shaven, she probably wouldn't even have asked.
At any rate, she stopped what she was doing, and motioned for me to follow her. As we went to the wall (one entire wall the length of the shop was dedicated to wigs floor to ceiling), she asked me if I had a preference of color.... I told her I didn't want anything too dark, because of my blonde eyebrows. I also offered that I wanted something with bangs to help conceal my brow (I've got a heavy brow, even for a male). She immediately pointed out a couple of styles and asked if I wanted to try one on that I responded to. As she was pulling one out of the package, her manager came over and offered to help as well.
The manager helped me try on a few wigs, while the assistant busied down the wall looking for the color and style I had described. The manager pointed out one that 'a lot of her male customers' seemed to prefer (which was a straight long hear, mid shoulder length). This impressed me, as I could tell I was acting a bit nervous, and she was obviously trying to make me feel like I wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last guy looking to buy a wig. From that point on, I was sold. I told her I was looking for something with a bit more shape, (and again) something with bangs to hide my brow.
As I was trying on the 3rd wig, a couple who had entered were browsing in an isle near me. I could hear them talking amongst themselves, but it wasn't about me. I glanced over the counter just to be sure I wasn't being 'watched'.. ok, so I'm still a bit nervous... don't want to be outed, after all. Nope, just looking for gel.
Before I knew it, I was trying on a 4th wig, and the manager was commenting on features she liked about how each one looked on me. Comments like how one was 'pretty', and another helped make my face look a bit slimmer. I started to feel so at ease, I didn't even bother looking around while trying on the 4th and 5th wig. By that time, however, I was getting impatient. You can only shop for so long, and I didn't want to have two salespersons hovering over me for a mere $50 purchase.
Anyway, I ended up picking one of the ones she had suggested (not the straight one; one that was wavy and just long enough to lightly rest on my shoulders. When I got up to the register, there was another customer checking out as the assistant bagged my selection. The woman and her assumed husband were there for extensions (undoubtedly for her.. he was ALL male). Niether one of them reacted as they undoubtedly saw what I was purchasing as I paid.
After paying, I decided to browse a bit more, and ended up making a second stop at the register with some white hose. I even found some magnetic earings that were just the right size, and bought those too.
On my way home, I was feeling rather proud of myself. What better reward for a girl than to buy a new pair of shoes?!?!? I stopped at the local Hypermart and found a pair to my liking and stood in line with everyone else. I noticed a trio of colored males in front of me.... but quickly realized, if anyone was drawing attention, it was them... they were undoubtedly homosexual in manerism, one with blatantly long nails. I stood in line, coyly positioning my small shoe box between me and them, so the people behind me couldn't see what I had until I plopped the box on the conveyer. The cashier was slacking in her duties (thankfully) and didn't bother opening the box to verify the rightful contents (they're supposed to check for hidden merchandise). Not that I had added anything, I just didn't want her to pull them out for everyone in line to see.
So ends my shopping spree for the month. Now to find a way to model the wig to my SO before she finds one of the hairs and thinks I've had some other woman in the house. One step at a time, though. I think I'll practice my nails some more, and maybe try a little make-up next week-end. Will save the wig until she's a little more comfortable with me doing my nails and face.
A couple months ago, I stopped at a local drug store and picked up the following items: Veet, pantyhose, and a toothbrush (have to get a new one ONCE in a while, ya know). Sure, I've purchased the occasional item before, but there was just something different. I used to be terrified that someone would say something negative, draw attention to me, point and laugh, whatever. However, after reading a lot of comments and experiences of fellow CD'ers, I've come to realize that the chances of this are slim, and even if it 'did' happen, it's not like someone's going to shoot me, run me off the road, etc. If they did, I'd sue them for so much I could afford to transform and move somewhere to start a new life as Cindy in style. Anyway... back to the topic.....
Two weeks ago, I bought my first 'outfit'... a skirt and matching blouse.
Last week-end, I went to the same drug store as the month before and bought a manicure kit (Thanks for the advice, btw, DanaJ... My nails are nearly all the same length, and have 'just' the right sheen to not draw attention at work).
But today, I did something I wouldn't have considered 2 months ago... I sought out a wig. Hearing how 'professional' salespersons generally are (think about it.. they could lose their job otherwise... we all have to pay the rent), I went to a Dillards on the other side of town to look around. I didn't expect to find a wig; rather, I went with the intention of seeking out a salesperson (ok, sales lady... I wouldn't dare ask a guy.. besides.. how would he know) that would likely be able to refer me to a wig shop nearby. I made a full tour of all 4 floors before picking her out (still understandably nervous, I chose an elderly lady near the exit I would be using to get back to my car :cheeky: ). I walked up to her and said "excuse me" in a somewhat quiet and almost breaking voice, "could I ask you a subtle question?" "Sure." "Where might I be able to purchase a wig?" I couldn't believe I actually asked!!! Admittedly, she seemed a bit surprised, but the look of her mind searching quickly took over. She then gave me directions to a place nearby, and tried to make sure I understood where it was. As I expected, she didn't smirk, laugh or call her co-workers over to loudly proclaim what I just asked her. I thanked her and left.
Well, I found the shop (low and behold, they had 'WIG SALE' signs all about the parking lot and windows... I coulda found it without asking, had I driven 2 more blocks). Anyway, for 7pm, I was surprised (and quite relieved) to see only one customer. As I walked toward the back of the store to stall until the customer left, the lady all the way at the front asked if she could help me. Not wanting to alert the one customer, I quickly said no. The lady called for her assistant anyway (but she didn't hear), and I said that I saw her go in the back.
Well, as the customer approached the check-out, I made a b-line toward where I saw the other lady dissappear. I wanted to make it quick, and with any luck, no other customers would come in before we were done. When I found the assistant, (I'm so proud of myself), I immediately asked her if she could help me find a wig. When she asked if it was for me, I didn't hesitate to say "yes". (WOW at my bravery!!) I think I threw her, but not for the reason you would think.... you see, I haven't shaved my (face) cheeks for a week, and my goatee was well over a month old (key word 'was' hehe). Had I been clean shaven, she probably wouldn't even have asked.
At any rate, she stopped what she was doing, and motioned for me to follow her. As we went to the wall (one entire wall the length of the shop was dedicated to wigs floor to ceiling), she asked me if I had a preference of color.... I told her I didn't want anything too dark, because of my blonde eyebrows. I also offered that I wanted something with bangs to help conceal my brow (I've got a heavy brow, even for a male). She immediately pointed out a couple of styles and asked if I wanted to try one on that I responded to. As she was pulling one out of the package, her manager came over and offered to help as well.
The manager helped me try on a few wigs, while the assistant busied down the wall looking for the color and style I had described. The manager pointed out one that 'a lot of her male customers' seemed to prefer (which was a straight long hear, mid shoulder length). This impressed me, as I could tell I was acting a bit nervous, and she was obviously trying to make me feel like I wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last guy looking to buy a wig. From that point on, I was sold. I told her I was looking for something with a bit more shape, (and again) something with bangs to hide my brow.
As I was trying on the 3rd wig, a couple who had entered were browsing in an isle near me. I could hear them talking amongst themselves, but it wasn't about me. I glanced over the counter just to be sure I wasn't being 'watched'.. ok, so I'm still a bit nervous... don't want to be outed, after all. Nope, just looking for gel.
Before I knew it, I was trying on a 4th wig, and the manager was commenting on features she liked about how each one looked on me. Comments like how one was 'pretty', and another helped make my face look a bit slimmer. I started to feel so at ease, I didn't even bother looking around while trying on the 4th and 5th wig. By that time, however, I was getting impatient. You can only shop for so long, and I didn't want to have two salespersons hovering over me for a mere $50 purchase.
Anyway, I ended up picking one of the ones she had suggested (not the straight one; one that was wavy and just long enough to lightly rest on my shoulders. When I got up to the register, there was another customer checking out as the assistant bagged my selection. The woman and her assumed husband were there for extensions (undoubtedly for her.. he was ALL male). Niether one of them reacted as they undoubtedly saw what I was purchasing as I paid.
After paying, I decided to browse a bit more, and ended up making a second stop at the register with some white hose. I even found some magnetic earings that were just the right size, and bought those too.
On my way home, I was feeling rather proud of myself. What better reward for a girl than to buy a new pair of shoes?!?!? I stopped at the local Hypermart and found a pair to my liking and stood in line with everyone else. I noticed a trio of colored males in front of me.... but quickly realized, if anyone was drawing attention, it was them... they were undoubtedly homosexual in manerism, one with blatantly long nails. I stood in line, coyly positioning my small shoe box between me and them, so the people behind me couldn't see what I had until I plopped the box on the conveyer. The cashier was slacking in her duties (thankfully) and didn't bother opening the box to verify the rightful contents (they're supposed to check for hidden merchandise). Not that I had added anything, I just didn't want her to pull them out for everyone in line to see.
So ends my shopping spree for the month. Now to find a way to model the wig to my SO before she finds one of the hairs and thinks I've had some other woman in the house. One step at a time, though. I think I'll practice my nails some more, and maybe try a little make-up next week-end. Will save the wig until she's a little more comfortable with me doing my nails and face.