terrigurl
01-12-2008, 09:30 AM
I had the greatest day a couple of days ago. It started out as my usual outing. I had an appointment at a salon for makeup and nails. While one girl worked on my nails, another did my makeup. I felt like I was at a spa. They made me feel like a queen. When they finished, I looked at myself in the mirror and thought that they did a great job. My lips were a wonderful shade of red, and my wig was combed over in the front in bangs and just looked the best it had ever looked.
Then I drove over to the Avenue store. About 2 weeks before, I had been shopping there in a jumper and the manager had said that she thought it looked really cute. The store had been really crowded so I didn't stay long that day. A few days later, I was in a different Avenue -- in drab -- and was chatting with the manager who mentioned that she usually worked in the other store. I asked if she remembered seeing me that day and she said she had. She invited me to come to her usual store and she would show me around and I could try on outfits. I told her that it would great to have a personal shopper! So there I was, at the store on the day I told her I would show up. There were no other customers there. She greeted me warmly, saying, 'Hey, girl, you look great!" I was wearing a dress that I had shown her in a photo, and she asked if I wore it for her. I told her I did. I asked her if she could adjust my bra straps because they kept slipping and she did. The bra had never felt so comfortable after she changed the strap adjustment. She asked me how I got my figure, and, as I slipped into the dressing room, I told her to come in also after I took off the dress. She told me how nice my figure was! She then showed me some lingerie, and I tried on a nightgown. It looked silly with my bra, body briefer, etc. underneath, but she told me it looked great. She took me around and we chose some gaucho pants, a cute top, some long pants, and some more tops. The gauchos felt good, but I have narrow hips and they just didn't look that great. I also tried on some shoes that she brought to the dressing room. By this time there were a few other women in the store, and I felt a little nervous. They didn't stay long, and again I was the only customer. I did buy one of the tops though. I also bought a ring that was on sale. One of the shoes was too big and they kept slipping off my feet. The other heels were a little better, but I didn't feel like buying shoes anyway. She kept referring to me by my femme name, which she had asked for. Also, she referred to me as "she" to the other sales associate. I asked her if the other girl knew I was a guy, and she told me that it didn't matter.
It felt so wonderful to be treated as a woman, even for only an hour or so. Luckily I didn't have much money on me, so I couldn't buy many things, but she was so sweet to me, calling me "Honey" and "Dear."
The only down side was that my camera didn't work, so I couldn't get any pictures of my dress, my hair, my nails, and the whole package. It was probably the best I have ever looked. I plan to make another appointment with the same woman who did my makeup and try again, after I figure out what is wrong with the camera.
I should explain that I usually only have about a 2 hour window, in which to dress and go out. My wife thinks I am at the gym, and I try to make the most of the time available.
This was definitely my best day ever!
Terri
Then I drove over to the Avenue store. About 2 weeks before, I had been shopping there in a jumper and the manager had said that she thought it looked really cute. The store had been really crowded so I didn't stay long that day. A few days later, I was in a different Avenue -- in drab -- and was chatting with the manager who mentioned that she usually worked in the other store. I asked if she remembered seeing me that day and she said she had. She invited me to come to her usual store and she would show me around and I could try on outfits. I told her that it would great to have a personal shopper! So there I was, at the store on the day I told her I would show up. There were no other customers there. She greeted me warmly, saying, 'Hey, girl, you look great!" I was wearing a dress that I had shown her in a photo, and she asked if I wore it for her. I told her I did. I asked her if she could adjust my bra straps because they kept slipping and she did. The bra had never felt so comfortable after she changed the strap adjustment. She asked me how I got my figure, and, as I slipped into the dressing room, I told her to come in also after I took off the dress. She told me how nice my figure was! She then showed me some lingerie, and I tried on a nightgown. It looked silly with my bra, body briefer, etc. underneath, but she told me it looked great. She took me around and we chose some gaucho pants, a cute top, some long pants, and some more tops. The gauchos felt good, but I have narrow hips and they just didn't look that great. I also tried on some shoes that she brought to the dressing room. By this time there were a few other women in the store, and I felt a little nervous. They didn't stay long, and again I was the only customer. I did buy one of the tops though. I also bought a ring that was on sale. One of the shoes was too big and they kept slipping off my feet. The other heels were a little better, but I didn't feel like buying shoes anyway. She kept referring to me by my femme name, which she had asked for. Also, she referred to me as "she" to the other sales associate. I asked her if the other girl knew I was a guy, and she told me that it didn't matter.
It felt so wonderful to be treated as a woman, even for only an hour or so. Luckily I didn't have much money on me, so I couldn't buy many things, but she was so sweet to me, calling me "Honey" and "Dear."
The only down side was that my camera didn't work, so I couldn't get any pictures of my dress, my hair, my nails, and the whole package. It was probably the best I have ever looked. I plan to make another appointment with the same woman who did my makeup and try again, after I figure out what is wrong with the camera.
I should explain that I usually only have about a 2 hour window, in which to dress and go out. My wife thinks I am at the gym, and I try to make the most of the time available.
This was definitely my best day ever!
Terri