A Hodgepodge submission
Since my crossdressing began anew, after a very long dormant period, I have purchased at least six bras only to donate them all to Goodwill because they were uncomfortable or just didn’t fit. This has been a big frustration for me, as I imagine it is for many of us. The rest of my wardrobe has steadily grown these past few months. I’ve progressed from just shopping online to using the self-checkout line at Walmart. I’m also shopping in the women’s section of my local stores; even using the fitting rooms to check out my purchases before taking them home.
And as my wife has adjusted (more or less) to the fact that her husband is a crossdresser, we have gone out shopping together. We recently bought matching tops and panty sets. I’ve also embraced this aspect of my life, and with the support and advice of CDH and its members, I’ve become bolder.
But boldness has its limits. Many others have asked for advice about bra issues, and the advice given has almost always been the same: Get a professional bra fitting. Dillard’s has been the most-recommended site for this. The thought of wearing drab, walking up to an unknown saleslady, and announcing that I’m a crossdresser who needs help with a bra fitting was ….intimidating. Nevertheless, I finally decided that a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
A chore for my wife sent me downtown and very near to a Dillard’s store. I completed my chore, and then headed to Dillard’s and up the escalator to the lingerie department. I located a saleslady and made my request, in a soft and somewhat raspy voice (it was a very hot day, and my mouth was very dry). She was totally professional, helpful and friendly. I was escorted into a private booth, measured and found to be a 36 A, as I thought I was. Having no idea what style I wanted, other than unpadded and comfortable, I was given two bras to try on. The first failed the comfort test, but the second – actually a 36 B – was perfect. I chose it and asked for another in black, which was not available. I settled for the one bra, now knowing the brand, size and style for my future purchases.
Why a 36 A body requires a 36 B bra is a mystery; but as the saleslady noted, my “girls” are not the same size, so maybe that has something to do with it. It doesn’t matter at all. With my wardrobe finally complete, I can say Bettylou is now a real girl. Now bring on that makeover!