I was in Kohl’s today returning Christmas presents that were the wrong size. Did you know that Kohl’s has an Amazon return drop off? I thought that was pretty interesting. Part of my receipt was a 25% off coupon for anything in the store today. Well, a girl can’t pass that up, can she? I came, I saw, I shopped.
My first stop was the intimates, all the pretty bras. I used to only look at the things that were displayed on the main aisle. I’d stand across the aisle and try to spot one in my size. I thought I’d look like a bored husband waiting for his wife. I couldn’t actually venture into the ladies’ unmentionable section, could I? If I saw a garment in my size I would jump across the aisle and grab it, stuff it under the man’s sweatshirt I was carrying and slink to the checkout. Only after I returned home would I realize that I didn’t like it.
I pried myself out of intimates and into the shoe section. Ahhhh shoes, I love shoes. I have grown into being able to browse the section, looking for my size. Well, all the Kohl’s shoes stop at size 10. I need an 11, 12 is better. I see a pair on the discount rack that’s an 11. I pick them up and head for the bench to try them on when I notice that they are hideous! Once upon a time I would have bought them, taken them home and worn them. Why, because they were my size that’s why. Not anymore, I hated them, put ‘em down and walked away.
Next, I spot the big and tall section. Before I get there though, I bump into a former colleague, not a close friend but we have hung out before. We talk some, shake hands and part ways. Previously I would have just high tailed it out of the store in shame. Not anymore, I continue into the big and tall section. I look around a bit, run into him again but continue shopping. I find the sale rack, 50% to 75% off, I start leafing through the clothes when another woman joins me. I find the pinkest sweater I’ve ever seen, pull it out, it’s my size, I hold it up against me, I think will fit! That’s when I notice my colleague, in the men’s section glancing my way. There was a time I would have died, now, I waved. On my way to the cashier I spot a stretchy cami top that’s cute. I rummage around until I find one in my size and pull it out. The other women in the section take no notice of me.
The cashier and I make small talk as she rings my purchases up. I used to have some sort of manly thing to act as “cover” and pretend to look for my wife. Not anymore as I pay the young lady, take my purchases and head home.
Oh, I didn’t use my coupon. I paid $13, saving almost $40.
Both the sweater and the cami fit fine.
I used to buy things that I didn’t like, didn’t fit and never wore. I was petrified the entire time I was in the store. Today I enjoyed shopping like any other woman. I’ve learned that most people are too busy to care what other people are buying. “He’s a crossdresser” is not the first thing people think when they see me shopping.
Today I noticed the change. I’m no longer the scared little rabbit trying too hard to not be noticed. I’ve relaxed and by relaxing I blend in better. Blending in better allows me to enjoy my shopping more. Enjoying shopping will lead to more shopping. I like that.
Bottom line is the fact that my shopping for feminine items has evolved over the years to the point where I feel comfortable at the stores in the ladies departments now. I don’t worry about what other people are thinking while I’m shopping for femme items for myself. I feel happy and comfortable in my own skin now while out shopping. This is how my shopping ways for my own female clothing items has evolved over the years!
- How about you girls out there in Crossdresser Heaven land? Have your shopping ways evolved, similar to mine over the years?
- Have you had any uncomfortable situations occur when out shopping for your own feminine items while dressed as a man?
- Have you reached a level of comfort where you would take your feminine clothing items to a dressing room with a store associate out in the front of the dressing room area posted there to give you a plastic tab that has a number on it representing the number of items your taking back to the men’s dressing room to try on for yourself?
Thank you all for taking the time to read my article and please feel free to respond to any of the questions I’ve posed to you above.