Phyliss
05-09-2007, 06:40 PM
Finished my jobs early today and was headed home. As it turned out, my direction took me past the mall, (no, really it did, honest). Looking at my watch I figured I had about an hour and a half to "browse" with no real intention of buying anything, (yeah right, we've all heard that one before).
I'm kinda on the "lookout" for a mini skirt. Not just any one will do. I'm not even sure exactly what I want, but it has to be a mini. I've seen loads of "scooters" and even more "skorts" , quite a few short skirts but not what I define as a true "mini" (Now don't go spoiling my fun of "hunting" by telling where to look). We all know part of the fun of dressing is FINDING the item we're looking for.
So, I parks my truck in the Macy lot and walk in. Oh goody, just happened to enter by the ladies wear department. Good a place as any to start looking. Wandered around for a bit and didn't see anything that I liked. Figured I venture deeper into the mall and check out Lane Bryant. Why them? I kinda knew that they don't carry anything like what I'm after but perhaps they might have a blouse I liked that I could put together with the "elusive mini"
As I walked in, the day manager was headed out, she smiled at me as I waved to her, and she mentioned she was heading out for a lunch break. Deeper into the store I received the "mandatory" question of "May I help you sir", (Ah ha, new kid here, think I'll have some fun) Wide eyed smile on me and looking her straight in the eye, I says "Yes, I'm looking for a short skirt" , Not a hint of hesitation or embarrassment in my voice.
"OK then, are you shopping for a Mother's Day present for your wife?"
"No"
"Oh, your daughter?"
"No, I'm shopping for myself."
(pause here for a ten second count while she recovers)
About this time C****y, an Assistant Mgr. there, who I've come to know well, walks by and I say hello to her. She greets me and introduces me to "new kid". Who admits to having to recover from my comment. Of course she goes on to tell me she has "no problem" with it, in fact she helps a guy she knows who is gay put together some outfits. (OMG I so hate the automatic equating of CD with gay) but she continues to tell me that this guy also does shows and is an actor.
Time to set this "newbie" straight.
"Well I'm not an actor nor am I GAY" I'm simply a crossdresser."
Pause again here for a five second delay while she mentally processes this.
THERE, THAT got her mind right.
H***n (the new kid) asked me just what sort of skirt I had in mind. I told her what I was thinking of and we proceeded to look about to find something.
Bad luck , nothing to find. Spent about 20 minutes looking and nothing really jumped at me. Oh well, better luck next time.
Said my goodbys and left.
It so happens that in this mall, next door to L.B. is a Victoria Secret. Now I don't usually buy anything there. Some how I just don't much care for their style of clothing. But I figured that since I had a few more minutes of "browse time" I'd wander through. Must have gotten there at the right time, not another customer around. Of course I get the standard "may I help you" question. "Just looking right now, but if I see something jump out at me and say take me home. I might need some help" Glanced at the thongs and contemplated buying one, (that lasted five seconds), wandered into the bra section and looked about. I was in there about two or three months ago and didn't see anything then so I was wondering why I was back and was about to leave when another S.A. asked if I found what I was looking for. (Feeling rather proud of myself with my little adventure at L,B. I mentioned to this S.A. the fact that all they seemed to have were "underwired, padded or much too lacy" bras, and I was looking for something in a soft cup that wasn't too obvious. (big hint there)
"Oh we have something you might like over here at this table, what size are you looking for?"
("Nuts, this is no fun she's making this too easy.) "I usually take a 38B." I told her.
She hands me one of these:
http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&event=display&prnbr=ZN-212439&page=1&cgname=OSBRPANGZZZ&rfnbr=377
in size 38, and as I look at it the cups seem rather large,and I mention this fact. Handing me a 36B she comments that they might bit a bit smaller. (I know better already, A "B" is a "B" no matter the band size)
As I'm holding it, I comment that an extender might work while I'm trying to picture it on me and I'm checking the stretch in the band. Looking at it the cup is a bit molded and that's not exactly what I'm looking for, still it is a V.S. bra, (for what ever that's worth) Have to give this girl credit as she patiently waits for me to make up my mind. I look at the price tag and comment that $39.50 is a bit much to pay if it doesn't fit right, (Hey honey, here's an opening to invite me for a try on) . Either she won't "take the bait" or doesn't realize what I just hinted at.
Speaking of "bait" looks like it's time for me to either "fish with it or cut it" So, I ask "THE BIG QUESTION" "Do you think I could try it on to be sure?"
(What's with these people today? another 5 second pause)
"Hold on let me ask" she says,
"OK dear I know you have to get permission" at which comment she smiles. Returning in about one minute she leads me off the "Hallowed area of a Victoria Secret Dressing Room" I was rather dissappointed. The place looks nice , but there wasn't a single chair in the room. (I know you don't need a chair to try on a bra, still it would have added to the decor) There was a hook for my "shoulder bag" and shirt. Tried on the 36B and as I figured it was a bit tight in the band. At about this time the "knock" on the door came with the "how you doing" question.
"Open the door, I need your opinion"
I could tell there was some hesitation on her part, as the door slowly opened,
"I think the band is a bit too tight, what do you think?"
"Let me get you the 38"
Returning in about 30 seconds she knocks, opens and hands me the next larger size. Putting it on, I'm impressed at the fit of the band and how the cups aren't as bad as I thought they might be. To be sure I put my shirt on over it to check for any "unwanted lumps" that might be visible. Not a bad profile. Taking off my shirt I await the "knock" which happens in another 10 seconds.
"What do you think of this one?" I ask. Get her approval and as she is about to close the door I ask her to hold on a second while I put my shirt on and let me know what she thinks of it. More approval from her. Good, I pass the "visible" test.
"OK then I'll take this one."
Pay at the register and happily walk out.
So,.....an hour and a half ago I had no intention of doing any shopping, and now I've not only had some "fun" with a "new kid" but I've actually purchased a bra at V.S. and tried it on THERE. All while wearing my guy clothes, and full admission that I was looking for myself.
My My the wonderful things that can happen in a short anount of time.
I'm kinda on the "lookout" for a mini skirt. Not just any one will do. I'm not even sure exactly what I want, but it has to be a mini. I've seen loads of "scooters" and even more "skorts" , quite a few short skirts but not what I define as a true "mini" (Now don't go spoiling my fun of "hunting" by telling where to look). We all know part of the fun of dressing is FINDING the item we're looking for.
So, I parks my truck in the Macy lot and walk in. Oh goody, just happened to enter by the ladies wear department. Good a place as any to start looking. Wandered around for a bit and didn't see anything that I liked. Figured I venture deeper into the mall and check out Lane Bryant. Why them? I kinda knew that they don't carry anything like what I'm after but perhaps they might have a blouse I liked that I could put together with the "elusive mini"
As I walked in, the day manager was headed out, she smiled at me as I waved to her, and she mentioned she was heading out for a lunch break. Deeper into the store I received the "mandatory" question of "May I help you sir", (Ah ha, new kid here, think I'll have some fun) Wide eyed smile on me and looking her straight in the eye, I says "Yes, I'm looking for a short skirt" , Not a hint of hesitation or embarrassment in my voice.
"OK then, are you shopping for a Mother's Day present for your wife?"
"No"
"Oh, your daughter?"
"No, I'm shopping for myself."
(pause here for a ten second count while she recovers)
About this time C****y, an Assistant Mgr. there, who I've come to know well, walks by and I say hello to her. She greets me and introduces me to "new kid". Who admits to having to recover from my comment. Of course she goes on to tell me she has "no problem" with it, in fact she helps a guy she knows who is gay put together some outfits. (OMG I so hate the automatic equating of CD with gay) but she continues to tell me that this guy also does shows and is an actor.
Time to set this "newbie" straight.
"Well I'm not an actor nor am I GAY" I'm simply a crossdresser."
Pause again here for a five second delay while she mentally processes this.
THERE, THAT got her mind right.
H***n (the new kid) asked me just what sort of skirt I had in mind. I told her what I was thinking of and we proceeded to look about to find something.
Bad luck , nothing to find. Spent about 20 minutes looking and nothing really jumped at me. Oh well, better luck next time.
Said my goodbys and left.
It so happens that in this mall, next door to L.B. is a Victoria Secret. Now I don't usually buy anything there. Some how I just don't much care for their style of clothing. But I figured that since I had a few more minutes of "browse time" I'd wander through. Must have gotten there at the right time, not another customer around. Of course I get the standard "may I help you" question. "Just looking right now, but if I see something jump out at me and say take me home. I might need some help" Glanced at the thongs and contemplated buying one, (that lasted five seconds), wandered into the bra section and looked about. I was in there about two or three months ago and didn't see anything then so I was wondering why I was back and was about to leave when another S.A. asked if I found what I was looking for. (Feeling rather proud of myself with my little adventure at L,B. I mentioned to this S.A. the fact that all they seemed to have were "underwired, padded or much too lacy" bras, and I was looking for something in a soft cup that wasn't too obvious. (big hint there)
"Oh we have something you might like over here at this table, what size are you looking for?"
("Nuts, this is no fun she's making this too easy.) "I usually take a 38B." I told her.
She hands me one of these:
http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&event=display&prnbr=ZN-212439&page=1&cgname=OSBRPANGZZZ&rfnbr=377
in size 38, and as I look at it the cups seem rather large,and I mention this fact. Handing me a 36B she comments that they might bit a bit smaller. (I know better already, A "B" is a "B" no matter the band size)
As I'm holding it, I comment that an extender might work while I'm trying to picture it on me and I'm checking the stretch in the band. Looking at it the cup is a bit molded and that's not exactly what I'm looking for, still it is a V.S. bra, (for what ever that's worth) Have to give this girl credit as she patiently waits for me to make up my mind. I look at the price tag and comment that $39.50 is a bit much to pay if it doesn't fit right, (Hey honey, here's an opening to invite me for a try on) . Either she won't "take the bait" or doesn't realize what I just hinted at.
Speaking of "bait" looks like it's time for me to either "fish with it or cut it" So, I ask "THE BIG QUESTION" "Do you think I could try it on to be sure?"
(What's with these people today? another 5 second pause)
"Hold on let me ask" she says,
"OK dear I know you have to get permission" at which comment she smiles. Returning in about one minute she leads me off the "Hallowed area of a Victoria Secret Dressing Room" I was rather dissappointed. The place looks nice , but there wasn't a single chair in the room. (I know you don't need a chair to try on a bra, still it would have added to the decor) There was a hook for my "shoulder bag" and shirt. Tried on the 36B and as I figured it was a bit tight in the band. At about this time the "knock" on the door came with the "how you doing" question.
"Open the door, I need your opinion"
I could tell there was some hesitation on her part, as the door slowly opened,
"I think the band is a bit too tight, what do you think?"
"Let me get you the 38"
Returning in about 30 seconds she knocks, opens and hands me the next larger size. Putting it on, I'm impressed at the fit of the band and how the cups aren't as bad as I thought they might be. To be sure I put my shirt on over it to check for any "unwanted lumps" that might be visible. Not a bad profile. Taking off my shirt I await the "knock" which happens in another 10 seconds.
"What do you think of this one?" I ask. Get her approval and as she is about to close the door I ask her to hold on a second while I put my shirt on and let me know what she thinks of it. More approval from her. Good, I pass the "visible" test.
"OK then I'll take this one."
Pay at the register and happily walk out.
So,.....an hour and a half ago I had no intention of doing any shopping, and now I've not only had some "fun" with a "new kid" but I've actually purchased a bra at V.S. and tried it on THERE. All while wearing my guy clothes, and full admission that I was looking for myself.
My My the wonderful things that can happen in a short anount of time.