Unexpected Acceptance ... while asking for directions.

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Vicky Whitney

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Diving through the stocking and pantyhose sale bin ...

Chapter One

Many years ago, I was driving through Worcester, Massachusetts to pick up an important package from the printer for my team.

It was late in the afternoon, actually about 4:30 PM, and I needed to get directions to the printer as I had not been there before, so I stopped at a local pharmacy with the intent to ask for directions.

I stepped inside and was greeted by a woman behind the front counter asking if she could help ... but just as I was about to ask for directions I noticed a large display of varied packages of panties, pantyhose and stockings (or nylons as they used to be called).

This was a little pharmacy - a drug store - but as a neighborhood store, it carried varied needed items.

Well I could not take my eyes or attention off the display ... hundreds of packages of totally feminine hose and undies … all at "Incredible Discounts To Make Room For New Hosiery" so the sale sign said.

The lady who greeted me could not help but notice my interest in the display, and asked "Are there any style stockings in particular that you are looking for sweetie?"

I was a bit embarrassed with my mouth wide open and before I could say anything she added, "I am sure we could find something in your size or your girlfriend's size."

By now I was beet red. But I managed to say I just stopped in for directions to the printing company.

"Well you are really close by. Just around the next corner take a left, and you cannot miss it," she responded.

I thanked her, and before I could catch myself, I was asking how late they were open until, to which she responded, "For about another half hour, but if you are running late, and you see the lights on, please knock because it takes me an hour to close up ... and you should definitely take advantage of this sale. Don't be shy, I can help you figure out just what you need."

With that I stuttered, "Thanks you."

Well someone finally noticed out in public in my boyz clothes that I really wanted to wear gurly things ... and it was not so bad. She had a warm and inviting smile. And as soon as I picked up the printing order, I found myself parked in front of the pharmacy again.

It took a few minutes to get up the courage, but I could not resist knocking on the door. It was closed, but Mary, as she later introduced herself as, unlocked the door and winked at me and whispered, "I know how you feel, they are so tantalizing at these prices.”

"And if you need any help on sizes or advice sweetie I will be over at the counter. Other than you the only people here are me and the pharmacist, and he is in the back.

"Besides he wouldn't mind you going through the sales items as he wants to move them as soon as possible ... he has a new line of undies and stockings arriving early next week.

"And if you buy several pair I am sure he will give you an even better deal than is marked on the display ... we just need to show him what it is you want to purchase. And by the way I have some little ballet type slippers that are on sale over here as well."

"Are you sure I am not keeping you too late?" I asked.

"Not at all, sweetie."

I proceeded to rummage through the entire display ... what a bargain ... some of the hosiery was as little as twenty-five cents a pair. Panties were on sale for about two dollars a package of three. By the time I had set aside what I was interested in buying it took me three trips to the counter.

Mary asked me how certain I was of my purchase as they were not returnable due to the nature of the sale.

I said I was taking an educated guess with most of the items.

"Mmmmm," she muttered. "I see, but that is not a wise choice sweetie. If you would like to try a pair on to be sure, there is a bathroom in the back and I know Harry would not mind."

"Really?"

"And try on a pair of those panties as well ... what is your name sweetie?"

"Vinny."

"So Vinny take these with you and I will be there and knock on the door in a few minutes. I will pick get a pair of the ballet flats for you so you can see how they really look with some footwear, Okay?"

I could not refuse.

I headed to the counter where I could see a figure of a man and asked sheepishly where the bathroom was.

"Oh hello there, it is right over there. Don't be shy, Mary has sent several young men over here this past week to try on some hosiery.

"I personally like the sheer black older style nylons with the reinforced toe and heal ... see like these," he said as he lifted his pant leg just enough for me to get a glimpse of his stockings. I blushed.

Laughingly he added, "If you care for an opinion once you have them on, just ask, I'll be here till you leave."

I could not believe my luck, but I was also trembling from the excitement of trying on the panties and the stockings.

Harry looked about forty years old, and was rather slender and just under six feet.

As I slipped my trousers off and my underwear, I could hear Mary speaking to harry outside the bathroom door. They both were giggling.

I slipped into the pink panties and they felt divine. I then tried on a pair of panty hose.

After waiting about five minutes I cracked open the door just a bit, only to have Mary pull it wide open stating, "Don't be shy Vinny, I am sure you look wonderful in those panties and hosiery ... oh my goodness you look divine sweetie."

"Other than that little bulge, you’re the picture of femininity young lady."

The next thing I experience is her hand flattening my bulge, and she did so expertly ... slipping everything down, under and up so quickly I had no time to protest.

"There," she said, "everything is tucked away, and now you can slip these ballet flats on Vin."

"Doesn't she look perfect Harriet?" an excited Mary stated.

"Well you have very pretty legs Vinny," answered Harry ... or Harriet, as she was now wearing a just a sweater and here nylons and pumps. And I noticed that she also was wearing a bra under her very revealing beige sweater.

"Don't be shy or frightened Vinny. We are not going to do anything to you, just wanted you to know it was Okay to want to wear these pretty things and also know that other men do so even at work as well," Mary said softly adding, "You do look very pretty sweetie."

"Why do you think we have such a high counter that folks cannot see over Vinny? Many days I will be wearing a skirt for the entire day back here."

Chapter Two

So to continue about my unexpected experience shopping for stockings, pantyhose and panties (and yes I DID buy the ballet slippers) at a local pharmacy in Worcester, Massachusetts back so many years ago.

As you may recall the woman behind the counter, whose name is Mary, was very kind, supportive and helpful in assisting me in purchasing some lovely stockings, panties and slippers that early evening.

She had me try some items on to be sure of the size due to the policy of once purchased for the unbelievably low sales price, they were forever mine.

Then of course there was that moment that she threw caution to the wind and adjusted certain parts of my anatomy in a way which allowed for a much more feminine pelvic appearance.

But the most embarrassing but also comforting part of the entire experience was finding out that Harry enjoyed wearing nylons and panties like me and was not in the least embarrassed to share that with Mary or me.

In fact after stating that he often wore a skirt behind the high counter during the day when he knew he did not have to step out front, she headed to the back of the store and returned wearing a very pretty grey tweed skirt, a navy blue blouse, and some really pretty black pumps with about a three inch heel.

Oh, yes and she had this gorgeous soft red wig on that was just about to her shoulders.

“I would love it Mary if you could help me with my make-up tonight, before we head out to do some shopping and have dinner,” Harriet said and added, “My goodness Vinny, if you don’t need to be anywhere special tonight you are welcome to join us.”

“Oh, yes Vinny, it would be so much fun to get to know you over some pasta and wine,” exclaimed Mary, who was by now ringing up my purchases. “Besides we are going to the mall for some girl shopping too.”

“Well thanks very much for the invitation but I need to get back to our office with the printed flyers in the next hour. I am sure they are wondering what happened to me,” I said.

“Well how far are you driving, maybe we can meet for diner in about two hours?” suggested Mary to both me and Harriet.

“Oh I don’t want to hold you two up from enjoying your evening and dinner.”

“Don’t worry about that Vinny. Besides I wanted to ask if you have any other women’s clothing you like to wear … lingerie, or even a skirt, blouse, dress, nightie?” asked Mary. “And don’t be afraid or shy sweetie. You are among new friends here who are very opened minded about people being able to experience their inner selves without judgment.”

I was beet red I am sure, but also very relieved and intrigued.

“Well if you really must know I have a few skirts and a dress stashed away at home. And I have a girdle that I bought when I was in New York last summer. But I am in dire need of finding some heels.”

“So you are a bit of an experienced gurl,” Mary giggled.

“Girdle?” Harriet asked softly. “I am such a girdle fan. I have …”

“Oh, don’t get Harriet going on girdles Vinny. But instead of me calling you Vinny, is there a gurl name you use?”

“Well, I really have not shared this dressing up as a gurl thing with anyone else, but I do like the name Vicky.”

I could not believe that I was chatting with these two women about my desire to dress like them. Especially my luck in finding that one of these women was very much like me.

“Well Vicky, get your tush into your car and drop off the printing, so you can meet us at the Italian Kitchen on Shrewsbury Street in about two hours. Harriet’s cousin runs the place and we always go there this time of the week. She and her workers are divine and very accepting of Harriet and me arriving later in the evening after a couple of hours of shopping.”

“Oh yes, Gwendolyn and her friends Judith, Ginger and Joan are always excited when we show up to close the place down. Many nights we hang out with them for hours after the kitchen is formally retired for the evening,” Harriet added. “Please don’t be shy. Please join us. If you have not had the chance to really hang with some girls Vicky, this is your night!”

What could I say? I was obviously thrilled to be asked. And I wanted so much to share with some friends my inner desire to dress and behave like a gurl.

Before I could even accept, Mary insisted that I also stop by my house and bring along my “secret stash of gurly clothes, Vicky. I want to see what you like to wear sweetie.”

“OK. I am going to meet you at the Italian Kitchen. But you are sure they won’t think I am strange?” I asked.

“No sweetheart. You will feel absolutely accepted by these girls,” answered Harriet.

“They are my family, almost as close to me as Mary here is. By the way Mary is my sister-in law.

“My brother finally has become willing to accept my dressing and being out as Harriet because of Mary. She promised him that if he could not accept his sister Harriet, then maybe he could learn to cook and go without the other benefits of married life until he let a little light into his closed mind!”

“So it’s a date Vicky. See you there about 9:45 PM, tonight. That will allow Harriet and me to get our shopping done,” she giggled. “Now that total comes to $32.87. My, what a bargain. Look at all these stockings and panties. Vicky you won’t have to buy nylons or pantyhose for about five years, silly gurl.”

“And remember to bring your stash gurl. And please slip into that girdle before you leave your place, as I want to check it out in the ladies room at the Kitchen. Maybe I can help you find some other nice lingerie in the future. I am just dying to see, well is it a panty-girdle or Open Bottom Girdle?” asked Mary.

“OBG,” I answered with a slight quiver in my voice.

“Oh, you naughty gurl, you. You have all the lingo down now don’t you?” Mary said smiling.

“Harriet,” (who had left the store to start up her car), stated Mary, “will be so impressed that you understand girdles sweetie.”

With that I said goodbye to Mary, headed to my car, and waved at Harriet, who by now looked just like the woman she wanted to be, compared to the male pharmacist I had encountered behind the counter an hour or so earlier.

End of Chapter Two.

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stacey s

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March 22, 2016 2:43 am

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Vicky , what a wonderful story inspiring . I have been dressing on and off all my life I've been told I pass even though I am a mature women. The story was a great one. My out life has been very limited even though I have been dressing many years. I am a fan of girdles also and have several at the moment OBG as they would say. Now my search is in need of a body suit and always have this issue with them as there to big on top to tight in the middle and to loose
on the bottom and garter tabs are to short. 🙁 🙂 But your story has inspired me to continue on my journey and go out more as Stacey. Can't wait for Chapter Two.
Hugs,
Stacey S

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dani

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March 24, 2016 2:11 am

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It is nice to be accepted. In my 50 years of dressing and being out in public for 40 of them I have only been read twice that I know of. Once on the way into a mall I had to go by a bunch of teens hanging around,they were not a problem but made some comments and once a few years ago by two guys in walmart. I was a little overdressed but again it wasn't a problem other than a stare and a comment. I try to dress appropriately for the time of day and what other typical women are wearing. I use the change rooms, washrooms and shop right beside them and have never had a problem or been picked out.

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Vicky what a delightful story! Would that more people would have such a tolerant even accepting attitude! Made my heart flutter! Cant wait for the next chapter of the story!

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Vicky Whitney

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Diving Through the Hosiery Display – Chapter Three

I must say my heart was racing. While driving back to the office with the printing I was both excited and as nervous as a little kitten. It was beginning to sink in I finally had someone else besides my dear cousin to share my desire to dress and present myself as a woman.

It seemed like I was at the office in moments. I dropped the package off at the front desk and as I was locking the door I noticed that Minerva the really attractive assistant to the owner of our company was waving at me to come back inside. I hadn’t realized anyone was still at work.

“Hey sweetie,” Minerva said as I entered the office reception area again.

“I didn’t know you were still here Min,” I said a little nervously.

Minerva was not only attractive, but the object of my many thoughts throughout boring days at work. She was always dressed like a model and doted over me. I am sure she figured I had a crush on her, and I did. But I also had begun looking to her as someone to emulate as I advanced my efforts to dress as a woman.

My cousin had been so influential in my earlier dressing en femme, and it was always fun. She was a beautiful young woman as well, and dressed with a lot of class.

But I had started to notice other styles women perfect, and Minerva was certainly high on my list of women who inspire … and damn I could not even share that with her.

“So what kept you so long Vinny? Stop off at your girlfriend’s house to say hello?” she asked mischievously.

“No,” I stuttered, “you know I don’t have a girlfriend right now Min.”

“Well I was just checking. I love to tease you young guys.”

Minerva continued, “Anyways, Johnny Boy had to leave, and asked me to wait till you got back to be sure the printing was what we wanted. You know how he is. But don’t worry he is not upset with you being late, he kind of expected the printer might not have it totally done when you arrived.”

Wow, dodged one. Johnny Boy, as Min called him when he was not around, was a bit of a hard ass at times.

“Well now we can both leave,” Minerva said cheerfully. “What are you up to tonight anyways, want to go to dinner with me?”

Damn, had she only asked me that any other night.

“Well I would love to Min, but I promised some friends I bumped into at a gas station in Worcester that I would meet them back at their place tonight. Do you think I could get another chance at dinner with you?

“Really, and what friends are these sweetie?”

“Really Min, I don’t think you know them. Harry and Mary, old friends from back in the day, you know.”

“Well I understand, and back in the day for you honey, what was that kindergarten?” she giggled.

“Oh how I love to tease you, you naughty boy. And the answer about another chance at dinner is ‘of course’,” Minerva softly said as she whisked by me adding, “Remember to lock the door Vinny. And let’s talk on Monday about a dinner date … but it’s going to be on a night we don’t have to worry about staying out late. I have oodles to talk about with you sweetie.”

I was so excited and also extremely curious about what she wanted to discuss. (But that is another story for another day.) And with that pleasant thought I locked the door and got back into the car.

As many of us gurlz have experienced back a decade or two ago, we didn’t really share just how much we were involved in developing our wardrobe to anyone, save maybe a close confidant, or two. If only I could count Minerva as one such woman.

Well until earlier that afternoon I had only one such confidant, my cousin Barbs … and for a brief period of time centered mostly on a Halloween experience, my mom. But really just my cousin, as I am sure my mom thought I had outgrown the desire to dress up.

She was supportive of a bit of dressing up and hanging with her and my cousin just before I headed off to college.

But my cousin knew that I still dressed as often as possible … which ended up being mostly at her place one or twice a week, usually when we both would catch up and have a ‘girls’ weekend’ together.

While I mentioned I had a few things of my own to Mary and Harriet an hour or so earlier, the truth was I had quite a few things at Barbs’ place. So I was hoping she was home allowing me to grab a cute little outfit, and more importantly one of my wigs.

I was in luck. Barbs was there. But one of her friends, Leslie, was visiting with her. They were obviously having a great time gossiping over a pot of coffee.

I knew Leslie pretty well. She was a lot of fun, cracking jokes all the time. Barbs always suggested that one day Leslie should have the opportunity to meet Vicky. But I was a bit nervous about that prospect as I knew her brother and definitely would not want it to slip out one day, creating a nightmare for me.

I was so desperate to pick up my things and to meet some new friends at the Italian Kitchen. My nervousness was apparently on display.

The whole encounter at the pharmacy was about to become another major turning point in the life of Vicky. And I sensed it was important to follow through, as terrifying as it seemed when I thought about it too much.

After a brief hello to both of them I asked, “Hey Barbs can I speak with you a minute … privately? And please don’t be offended Leslie.”

“Why certainly Vin,” Barbs said pulling me down the hall, rolling her eyes at Leslie, and then pushing me into her bedroom.

“I know you said that Leslie shouldn’t be offended Vinny, but how is she going to feel anything but that way. You look as nervous as hell, and she is going to figure something is weird. So why are you so jumpy?”

I proceeded to explain what had occurred and the invitation to a late dinner at the Italian Kitchen. Then I asked if I could get a few of my things from the closet and dresser she so kindly reserved for Vicky in the guest room.

“Why sure Vicky."

As we walked into the guest room Barbs asked excitedly, “Wow this is a milestone sweetie. Can I suggest something?”

I was a bit distracted trying to pull together a few clothes and decide on which wig to bring along.

“Yeah, of course you can, you are the closet friend I have Barbs.”

“Well this is going to be a big night for you, Vicky” - “Hey will be right in Leslie, sorry,” Barbs was great at carrying on more than one conversation at a time.

“Yeah I know, and I am a bit scared about that,” I responded.

“Well first of all where the hell are you going to get dressed? At the restaurant, in a bathroom?” she asked.

“Wow I had just assumed that I would. Both Mary and Harriet kind of implied that I might be able to do that, I think.”

“That is NO WAY Vicky should experience her first real night out. Halloween was one thing sugar, but you need to look great, no bathroom dress up. Oh yeah, and which bathroom … the men’s or ladies’ room silly?”

“Besides, and very importantly, if you look really great it will give you more confidence. This is a real life affirming moment for Vicky, so don’t screw it up!”

“Yeah well how am I going to deal with all that now? I need to be there in about two hours, and it’s a thirty-five minute drive to get there,” I said nervously, finally realizing my situation.

“Well that’s the Vinny in you. Start thinking like Vicky, and you can get this together with no problem sweetie,” she answered encouragingly, giving me a hug and a kiss on my cheek.

“How?”

“Well for one thing a girl can always be late. And getting ready for such an auspicious occasion is a very acceptable reason for being late. So how serious are you about doing this tonight, and doing it right?”

“Very. Can’t you see I am getting these things together?” I answered.

“Then you are going to really go out and have dinner with some new friends as Vicky, that lovely gurl I have cherished getting to know over the past ten plus years? I am so, so proud of you honey!”

“But that means you need to be dressed to the nines, girl. We need to help you with that in the short time you have.”

“Really? But how, you have company tonight, and I have already been rude to Leslie,” I answered with tears welling up in my eyes. I really liked Leslie and did not want to hurt her feelings.

“Well you seem to be ready to share Vicky with some new people in your life, right?”

“Yes.” I answered.

“Well don’t you think it would be alright to confide in another good friend?” I could see where this was going and was getting really nervous.

“Why not, on condition of it being a girls’ secret – girls honor, we introduce Vicky to Leslie by letting both me and Leslie get you looking kick ass gorgeous in the next hour, and then driving you to Worcester?” Barbs said excitingly.

What was strange at that moment was I knew she was right. And I was suddenly really cool with Leslie finding out about Vicky. I was not even a little nervous any longer.

I had been promised it would be a girls’ secret between just the three of us girls. And I knew how strongly Barbs felt about keeping secrets.

She and Mom had kept my earlier dressing amongst the three of us, other than the Halloween event which provided me cover, despite it seeming like everyone I knew back then teasing me about how great I looked in heels.

What was also strange was I already had accepted them getting me to look drop dead gorgeous, and was now fixating on the logistics of the evening … if they were going to drive me, “how was I getting home at the end of the evening?”

“Well honey, we can drop you off and head out to a hotel bar for a few drinks and gossip while you hang out with your new friends.

If we agree on a time for your carriage to arrive to pick you up before it turns into a pumpkin, then Leslie and I can pull up to the restaurant and the three of us can travel back home and have some really fun girl talk about your new adventure.”

Barbs had it all solved out without any problem. Wow, was I going to be able to think that well as a gurl.

“Okay. I am nervous as hell about this but let’s get on with it. Do you really think Leslie will be cool about meeting Vicky?” I asked.

“Well how about we let me do the introductions. Besides she isn’t going to meet Vicky immediately … remember she is going to meet her gradually as she and I help you transform into Vicky in the next hour.”

“Oh, that may be a little strange,” I answered, but had already made my mind up and was beginning to feel tears of excitement and happiness run down my face. Good thing we had not started applying make-up already!

“Don’t worry. You have known Leslie for years. She thinks of you as a little cousin or something … now she will have another little girl cousin. Besides she will have so much fun. The three of us will have a fun girls’ night we had not even planned on.”

“Ready? Let’s get on with it Vicky … hey Leslie, get in here right away, we have something to share with you, but with special conditions,” shouted Barbs.

“Well that sounds intriguing. Can’t wait to be a part of this conversation …” I heard Leslie shout back, as I pulled out a pretty bra, OBG, stockings … and as Barbs was surveying Vicky’s dresses, skirts and blouses.

>End of Chapter Three.

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Diving Through the Hosiery Display – Chapter Four

 

“Can I pour another glass of wine before we talk?” shouted Leslie. Boy did she like her red wine.

 

“I think the best thing for you to do first Vicky, is to get into the bathroom shower and shave … everywhere, sweetie, and here make sure you take your undies in with you, and this wig for now. 

“In the meantime I will set the stage for you to make an entrance when you are done. Leslie will die over this. She has no clue and will be so impressed with how brave you are gurl.”

 

With that I headed to the bathroom and quickly got ready. I was nervous, but curiously focused on the job at hand. I wanted to make a really feminine impression on Leslie, as well as enjoy getting treated to a fast but authentic girls’ make over session for later tonight.

 

The thing is Leslie and Barbs are about as feminine as you can get as women. They enjoy everything girly and this was going to be an hour of fantastic fun once I got beyond the butterflies.

 

“What are you saying Barbs?” I heard Leslie cry out. 

 

Then it was just a muddle of high pitched un-discernable conversation between two women I so admired. I could tell it was completely a surprise to Leslie by the occasional “I don’t believe you,” and the “Oh my God, really?” coming from Leslie in the bedroom.

 

Finally I heard a knock on the door and Barbs asked, “Are you ready to be pampered Vicky? Your new girlfriend Leslie is dying to meet you.”

 

So here it was going to be. I played with my wig for a minute and got it positioned just right, then I carefully placed the full silky slip I had brought in the bathroom with the girdle, bra and stockings and slippers, over my head and shoulders, pressed it against my skin and undies and bravely opened the bathroom door.

 

“Oh my goodness, oh God, oh Barbs, he, he, I mean she looks soooo pretty. Oh I am so happy to meet you Vicky. Oh my God. I mean you are adorable sweetie. God, I never would have guessed … you two you are so kind to let me in on your little secret … and you have kept this from me for HOW LONG?

 

“Oh are we going to have fun tonight Vicky.”

 

Leslie started to cry. She Ran over to Barbs and blurted out, “Vicky is the little sister we never had … or at least I never had. You selfish tramp Barbs, never sharing Vicky with me till now. Oh is this going to be a great night girls!”

 

Well Leslie got all of us in tears. Thanks goodness we had not started applying the make-up yet. 

 

I won’t bore the readers with all the dressing details, save this little ditty of an episode between my Barbs and Leslie over what I should wear for an outfit:

 

“You know Barbs, if this is really a special outing for Vicky she should wear a sexy dress tonight. Nothing too showy but, mmmm those legs will make for a triumphant entrance.”

 

“Yeah but we don’t want the guys in Worcester chasing her down the street asking for a date silly. I think something very conservative, maybe a just below the knee skirt and buttoned sweater,” Barbs responded.

 

“Are you crazy … she doesn’t want to look like a librarian the first real night out!” Leslie said emphatically.

 

“I think this tight pencil skirt and blouse will look divine on our little Sis.”

 

In the end they compromised with me wearing an ‘above the knee’ flowing and bouncy red and white skirt, and a black sweater ensemble – with a pair of sling back black 2 ½” heels, a pretty silver slayed necklace on loan from Barbs. 

 

I obviously had little say in my attire that evening, but that was more than fine by me. I was in heaven just have all this expertise at hand … and such a warm first reception from one of the younger women I had grown to admire and longed to hang out with as Vicky.

 

After about forty-five minutes of preparation … and I must say, to this day I have never experienced such a whirlwind session of getting ready for a special evening. Despite the tight schedule, these Divas of Dress made me feel so confident when we left Barb’s place. 

 

As Barbs had insisted earlier we all travelled to the Italian Kitchen in her car. 

 

You now that was a ride I will never forget. I received so many instructions from my mentors and then this little surprise just as we arrived in Worcester.

 

“Om my God,” Leslie blurted out. “We need to get you a brush for your hair Vicky. I totally forgot to put one in your purse when we were getting you ready.”

 

“Well we can stop at the new CVS in the shopping center on Route 9,” Barbs suggested.

 

“Maybe we should let Vicky go in and make the purchase herself Barbs. Kind of get the butterflies out. What do you think Vicky?” asked Leslie. 

 

“Well I am a bit nervous, but I need to do this. But would one or both of you please come along with me?” I pleaded

 

“Of course sweetie, what are big sisters for anyways, if not ready to do a little shopping together … even for incidentals like a brush. Maybe we can find a few other things while we are there. I hear that CVS has totally redone their stores and they have a whole new approach to appealing to women shoppers,” answered Barbs.

 

“Oh this is a scream Barbs … we get to walk around and inspect the presentation our little sis is going to practice.”

 

As Barbs pulled into the parking area in front of the CVS store, I began to have second thoughts about the whole evening, and it must have been written all over my face.

 

“Don’t panic Vicky!” Leslie said looking into the back seat where I was sitting like a bag of wet cement.

 

“You got to do this girl. We are going to be standing and walking right along with you. And I must say you managed to use that sweet little girly voice quite well all the way down here in the car, so there is no excuse not to step out of the back seat and join us,” Leslie continued.

 

Barbs could tell I was scared out of my wig. I think she remembered the Halloween party I stepped out of her guest room dressed as a girl. She just smiled at me and said, “Come on Sugar, you have done this before, remember how shocked your Mom was on Halloween a few years ago? 

 

“Yet she was so proud of the way you handled being Vicky that night. You have been here before, so take a deep breath and slide those pretty legs out of the back seat sister.”

 

With that reminder of how brave my Mother thought I was that night I mustered up the strength to head into the store with my two girlfriends.

 

“What Halloween part did you NOT invite me to, Barbs?” asked Leslie as we entered the store.

 

“Oh you were in Florida that year. Remember your daring trip following David that fall when he was at college?” admonished Barbs.

 

“Oh yeah. Sorry I brought up something that triggered even the hint of that scoundrel. Can you imagine this Vicky, I fly all the way down to Miami, spend all that money and have so many high hopes, and the bastard forgets to meet me at the airport because he is partying with his new college friends … one who just happens to be a blonde, with breasts to kill for.”

 

I had heard the story a few times already during some early evenings when I stopped by Barbs’ place and Leslie and she were visiting. 

 

It was always a fun story, and I think because it always made me laugh to hear Leslie tell it, she caught on that it was helping me forget I was walking around CVS as Vicky and not Vinny. 

 

After about ten minutes in the store I had a new brush and special comb that would fit in my purse, and an extra two pair of hose, just in case “you get a run in your stockings girl,” Leslie cautioned as she put them into my shopping basket.

 

As I walked toward the cashier Barbs suggested, “I think you ought to make this purchase yourself Vicky. It will help you with your nerves to speak to someone other than Leslie and me with you pretty little voice.”

 

I was both scared and confident. 

 

“Is there anything else you need to purchase tonight?” asked the teenage girl behind the counter.

 

“No, I think I found everything I need for tonight,” I answered with just a hint of nervousness in my voice.

 

“That is a lovely sweater Miss,” the cashier mentioned as she rang up my items.

 

“Oh, thanks,” I answered in a surprised voice. “Barbs here gave it to me for Christmas last year.”

 

With that little exchange, a kind smile, and a few more words about my purchases I was in heaven and ready to meet Mary and Harriet and the other girls at the Italian Kitchen!

 

The restaurant was just five minutes away from the CVS store. My heart was racing, despite the confidence I had gained from the chit chat with the cashier. 

 

As we drove up Leslie and Barbs were chatting about where they were going for drinks while I visited with my new friends. They smiled at me and Barbs said, “You look so pretty Vicky. You have no idea how proud of you I am. 

 

“My little cousin is a grown up young woman, and about to venture out with some new friends. We three will have so much fun riding back tonight and talking into the morning about your dinner and Mary and Harriet and the other girls, won’t we Leslie?”

 

“You know you are going to have to stay over with us tonight don’t you Vicky?” asked Leslie, in an almost commanding way.

 

“Oh that will be the best part of this whole night,” I said with a few tears starting to form in my eyes, as I slid out of the back seat and as they inspected me in the parking lot next to the restaurant.

 

“You look perfect. Now let’s see that swish girl, as you head to dinner. You have every reason to be confident, you look so sexy girl,” Barbs whispered into my ear as she and Leslie gave me a gentle kiss on each cheek. 

 

With that I walked to the door of the ‘World Famous Italian Kitchen,’ took a deep breath, just as an older couple was walking out of the entrance. And true to form for his age the gentleman held the door for me as his lady companion smiled and said, “You look lovely young lady.” 

 

End of Chapter Four

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Diving through the stocking and pantyhose sale bin …

Chapter One

Many years ago, I was driving through Worcester, Massachusetts to pick up an important package from the printer for my team.

It was late in the afternoon, actually about 4:30 PM, and I needed to get directions to the printer as I had not been there before, so I stopped at a local pharmacy with the intent to ask for directions.

I stepped inside and was greeted by a woman behind the front counter asking if she could help … but just as I was about to ask for directions I noticed a large display of varied packages of panties, pantyhose and stockings (or nylons as they used to be called).

This was a little pharmacy – a drug store – but as a neighborhood store, it carried varied needed items.

Well I could not take my eyes or attention off the display … hundreds of packages of totally feminine hose and undies … all at “Incredible Discounts To Make Room For New Hosiery” so the sale sign said.

The lady who greeted me could not help but notice my interest in the display, and asked “Are there any style stockings in particular that you are looking for sweetie?”

I was a bit embarrassed with my mouth wide open and before I could say anything she added, “I am sure we could find something in your size or your girlfriend’s size.”

By now I was beet red. But I managed to say I just stopped in for directions to the printing company.

“Well you are really close by. Just around the next corner take a left, and you cannot miss it,” she responded.

I thanked her, and before I could catch myself, I was asking how late they were open until, to which she responded, “For about another half hour, but if you are running late, and you see the lights on, please knock because it takes me an hour to close up … and you should definitely take advantage of this sale. Don’t be shy, I can help you figure out just what you need.”

With that I stuttered, “Thanks you.”

Well someone finally noticed out in public in my boyz clothes that I really wanted to wear gurly things … and it was not so bad. She had a warm and inviting smile. And as soon as I picked up the printing order, I found myself parked in front of the pharmacy again.

It took a few minutes to get up the courage, but I could not resist knocking on the door. It was closed, but Mary, as she later introduced herself as, unlocked the door and winked at me and whispered, “I know how you feel, they are so tantalizing at these prices.”

“And if you need any help on sizes or advice sweetie I will be over at the counter. Other than you the only people here are me and the pharmacist, and he is in the back.

“Besides he wouldn’t mind you going through the sales items as he wants to move them as soon as possible … he has a new line of undies and stockings arriving early next week.

“And if you buy several pair I am sure he will give you an even better deal than is marked on the display … we just need to show him what it is you want to purchase. And by the way I have some little ballet type slippers that are on sale over here as well.”

“Are you sure I am not keeping you too late?” I asked.

“Not at all, sweetie.”

I proceeded to rummage through the entire display … what a bargain … some of the hosiery was as little as twenty-five cents a pair. Panties were on sale for about two dollars a package of three. By the time I had set aside what I was interested in buying it took me three trips to the counter.

Mary asked me how certain I was of my purchase as they were not returnable due to the nature of the sale.

I said I was taking an educated guess with most of the items.

“Mmmmm,” she muttered. “I see, but that is not a wise choice sweetie. If you would like to try a pair on to be sure, there is a bathroom in the back and I know Harry would not mind.”

“Really?”

“And try on a pair of those panties as well … what is your name sweetie?”

“Vinny.”

“So Vinny take these with you and I will be there and knock on the door in a few minutes. I will pick get a pair of the ballet flats for you so you can see how they really look with some footwear, Okay?”

I could not refuse.

I headed to the counter where I could see a figure of a man and asked sheepishly where the bathroom was.

“Oh hello there, it is right over there. Don’t be shy, Mary has sent several young men over here this past week to try on some hosiery.

“I personally like the sheer black older style nylons with the reinforced toe and heal … see like these,” he said as he lifted his pant leg just enough for me to get a glimpse of his stockings. I blushed.

Laughingly he added, “If you care for an opinion once you have them on, just ask, I’ll be here till you leave.”

I could not believe my luck, but I was also trembling from the excitement of trying on the panties and the stockings.

Harry looked about forty years old, and was rather slender and just under six feet.

As I slipped my trousers off and my underwear, I could hear Mary speaking to harry outside the bathroom door. They both were giggling.

I slipped into the pink panties and they felt divine. I then tried on a pair of panty hose.

After waiting about five minutes I cracked open the door just a bit, only to have Mary pull it wide open stating, “Don’t be shy Vinny, I am sure you look wonderful in those panties and hosiery … oh my goodness you look divine sweetie.”

“Other than that little bulge, you’re the picture of femininity young lady.”

The next thing I experience is her hand flattening my bulge, and she did so expertly … slipping everything down, under and up so quickly I had no time to protest.

“There,” she said, “everything is tucked away, and now you can slip these ballet flats on Vin.”

“Doesn’t she look perfect Harriet?” an excited Mary stated.

“Well you have very pretty legs Vinny,” answered Harry … or Harriet, as she was now wearing a just a sweater and here nylons and pumps. And I noticed that she also was wearing a bra under her very revealing beige sweater.

“Don’t be shy or frightened Vinny. We are not going to do anything to you, just wanted you to know it was Okay to want to wear these pretty things and also know that other men do so even at work as well,” Mary said softly adding, “You do look very pretty sweetie.”

“Why do you think we have such a high counter that folks cannot see over Vinny? Many days I will be wearing a skirt for the entire day back here.”

Chapter Two