My wife and I went to Marshall's yesterday. It's our usual hangout. For the most part, I follow her around and do some stealth browsing and will drop an item into the cart on occasion. Yesterday, I added a couple of tops to the cart before she went to the dressing rooms.
My wife is in an electric wheelchair and I will usually assist her in the handicap dressing room. I did so yesterday and I took the opportunity to try on the two tops I'd chosen for myself. Both tops fit and both were kinda borderline at being "my style". I ultimately determined that I'd wait and save my wardrobe money for something that was less borderline. I didn't express that to her before we left the dressing room and, as I handed both to the assistant to be returned to the rack, my wife saw and asked, not particularly quietly, "Your not getting that one?". There's no doubt what the SA was holding in her hand and there were a couple of women within earshot who couldn't help but overhear.
The twenty something sales girl has two women's top in her hand and there is no doubt as to what my wife's question implied. I didn't say anything as we left to the register to pay for her purchases but pointed out her question when we got to the car. She apologized for not thinking it through but, oddly, I took it as a sort of defining moment. I'd just been outed to a cute 20 something sales girl and somehow felt good about it instead of bad. I appreciate my wife being concerned that I got what I wanted. And I appreciate that I'm getting closer to the point that I can just own it. I'm not totally there yet, but it was a nice step.