This article was submitted by Torrey Grover, a 50ish occasional crossdresser living in the intermountain west. Although presenting as male, he does have long hair and wears a lot of unisex outfits in public.
For years I had been window shopping at Victoria’s Secret and dreaming of buying a nice bra. I knew that Monday mornings were the slowest time of the week which would make the clerk anxious to make a sale, and reduce the risk of any encounters with other customers. My plan was to pay cash, wear something flamboyant but gender-neutral, and have my longish hair in a neat ponytail.
As I looked for the Victoria’s Secret location on the mall directory sign I realized my heart was racing. I found a drinking fountain then the restroom before walking down the corridor. I saw the Victoria’s Secret ahead, slowed down, then kept walking. I went back to the food court to sit down. I felt that everyone was looking at me as if they could read my mind. I got my mental state back in control and was ready for another attempt. The second time I approached the Victoria’s Secret and walked right in. I glanced around and saw that the store was empty except for one employee rearranging displays. I started wandering, knowing that before long the clerk would notice me.
“Good morning? Looking for anything special?” It was now or never. No lying about gifts for girl friends or anything else like that.
“I’m looking for a bra.”
“Do you know what size and style you want?” She was acting like my request was perfectly normal.
“I’m not sure, probably something with small cups but a large band. Maybe a 36 or 38 B?”
She gave me a quick once-over with her eyes and smiled. She opened a drawer and began sorting through the endless piles of bras. I was savoring the experience. Eventually she pulled out a very pretty flesh-colored bra with lace trim and nicely formed foam-padded cups.
“Maybe something like this will work? It’s a Body by Victoria push-up. I really like this style.” I decided to go for broke.
“This sounds silly, but do you mind if I try this one on? I’m really not sure of my size.”
“That’s not a silly request. Of course.”
I followed her back toward the changing rooms with the bra in my hands. I have no idea what I would have done if we had encountered another customer at that point. She unlocked the white-and-pink door, and I went inside. I took off my shirt and undershirt, slipped my arms through the straps, and struggled with the fastener.
“How does it fit?”
“OK, but a bit tight.” I had given an honest answer to what seemed a perfectly normal question.
“Let me get you another one.” A moment later I saw a hand drape another bra over the top of the door.
“This one may have a bit more stretch. Is the problem that the band is too tight?”
“Yes. Do you have this style in a 40?”
“Unfortunately, we only stock larger band sizes in C and D cup. Have you considered a bra extender?”
A moment later she came back and handed a package over the door.
“These will add a couple of inches.”
I took out a two-hook flesh-colored extender, attached it to the bra, and tried again. This time the fit was perfect! I stood straight with my shoulder blades pulled back and admired myself in the mirror. The push-up combined with my own chest fat to give a definite hint of boobs. The feeling of having my chest cradled in the cups and the fastener against my back was wonderful. I readjusted the shoulder straps to get just the right height for the cups.
I decided I better not push my luck by lingering. I changed back to my shirt and calmly walked to the counter where the girl was waiting. “I’ll get this one.” “I just wanted to thank you for being so understanding and helpful today.”
“I hope to see you here soon. Here’s a gift card for your next purchase”
This article was submitted by Torrey Grover, a 50ish occasional crossdresser living in the intermountain west. Although presenting as male, he does have long hair and wears a lot of unisex outfits in public.Tags: crossdressing encouragement Crossdressing Success Stories shopping for yourself