I have never been the most confident cross dresser in the world. At 6ft 4 , with huge hands and feet, I am never going to pass. But at least I once had the confidence to walk into a store in drab and buy clothes and make up. Yesterday I walked into our new Boots makeup dept, intending to but some foundation and lip stick. It's a new store, far bigger that the old one and clearly all the assistance are keen as mustard to help out. So the assistant came over, nice as pie and offered to help me out, assuming I was s buying for my SO. When she started asking which product I was looking for I just froze, acted dumb, like I had never seen a makeup stand before then walked away. What the heck happened there, I'm, 55 FFS, I should be able to buy the products I want to buy by now. Feeling a little pathetic today as a result.