Just wanted to pass on a great experience I had last week. First a little background on me. I'm in a mostly unsupported situation - which I'm fine with - would rather have my wife than dressing. She let's me indulge in some things - we do share a panty drawer and she lets me wear black leggings but that's it. If I talk about dressing further it's no bueno. She knows I dress in her things on the rare occasion I have an opportunity but it's definitely DADT. I don't have anything of my own, no wigs, no makeup and no skill at putting it on of I did, no shoes, bra's etc - you get point. Thankfully most of her skirts fit, a few of her blouses and some dresses.
Well, she was gone last week with 2 of 3 kids and the other was working a lot and I had some extra time off - so I tried on just about every outfit in closet and found what I liked best and enjoyed the week in some cute girl clothes. I decided I wanted to go shopping on my day off and decided to do it in a skirt and blouse and pantyhose. Mind you I'm a tall bulky hairy dude with nothing other than clothing to help me look feminine - so I'm sure I looked a bit odd - big bald dude in women's clothes with only a bit of lip stick on.
Into Maurice's I went right when they opened and thankfully had the store to myself for an hour. The sales lady was so gracious and kind - asked who I was shopping for and of course said me. She said great and if I had questions to let her know while I shopped. I found some dresses and skirts I loved but not in my size so I started asking if they might have them in other sizes. She helped me look - which they didn't but decided to try the other sizes on that were close to give it a shot. A couple times I would come out to look in the mirrors and we would discuss how it looked on me. She started to get an idea of what I was looking for and started to bring me things in my size. She picked out the cutest dress for me that looked and felt absolutely amazing on me. I ended up not buying anything because if my wife found a dress for me - I'd be dead - and it is a style she wouldn't wear so I couldn't buy it for her. Two days later I go back because I couldn't get that feeling out of my system that dress gave me. It's now hidden in a drawer and hopefully never found by her. That was such a wonderful and fun shopping experience.