The first thing one notices upon entering a Goodwill thrift store is the smell. It’s been variously described as “a funky, musty odor” and “a smell of decay.” Research (yes, there’s actually been research) has shown that the bouquet is mostly derived from body “soils,” which is a gentle way of saying skin, sweat, and oils that we humans leave behind on our clothing. It is an aroma that lingers in the air of any vintage, consignment or used clothing store, no matter how high- or low-end. Every Goodwill store smells exactly this way.
Although some may find it unpleasant, that characteristic smell never fails to elicit in me an eager anticipation of the shopping adventure that lies ahead. I’m like a kid entering a candy store or hunting for Easter eggs, but in this case, it’s a huge treasure chest brimming with an enormous assortment of women’s clothing and accessories, just waiting to be discovered.
I always shop at Goodwill in guy mode, and my initial forays were filled with intense trepidation. I waited until other shoppers moved away before looking at the women’s clothes and made sure no one was watching before sneaking into a dressing room. I convinced myself that the person running the checkout would either frown with disapproval or tell me to have a good day with a knowing, condescending smirk.
Over time, I have learned to let go of the anxiety, because the truth is that no one cares. I’ve never been confronted or, as far as I know, even received a second look. Goodwill patrons, like people everywhere, are occupied with their own business. Way too self-absorbed to notice, let alone care about, the man entering the fitting room holding four dresses, a pair of 5-inch heels, and a frilly nightie or two.
The Goodwill display racks are always crammed beyond capacity. Garments must be pushed apart, often forcibly, to examine any one of them properly. Adding to the challenge, the hangers are made of clear, break-resistant plastic, with notches on the shoulders that are highly efficient at ensnaring several dresses simultaneously. Extreme patience is needed to untangle the resulting chaotic fusion of straps and sleeves. On more than one occasion, I’ve reluctantly parted ways with a promising dress after repeated failed attempts to free it from an ugly snarl.
I always shop on Wednesdays to take advantage of the 25% discount given to those age 55 and over. My standard routine involves an initial pass through the shoe aisles in search of the ever-elusive lady’s size 12. Although these quests frequently prove fruitless, I’ve gotten to the point where I can reliably gauge the size of a pair of women’s shoes by sight alone, reducing the amount of time that would otherwise be spent hunting for the faded, microscopic label stamped in some random location inside just one of the shoes in a pair. As an aside, I often wonder if the shoes I end up purchasing had been donated by a fellow CD who has recently purged.
After scanning the shoes, I make a quick pass through the “intimates” aisle, with its usual assortment of slips, camisoles, nighties and pajamas. While the idea of wearing second-hand lingerie may be a turn-off for some, I take great pride in my most memorable $5 purchase: a brand-new, off-white, satin bustier by Elomi costing upwards of $70 if purchased online or at a specialty shop. Major score.
Finally, I arrive at the rows of dresses. Every major (and minor) brand is represented, and the variety of styles is endless. LBDs are so ubiquitous that I must force myself not to buy one on every visit. I shop by size first, looking for either a 14, 16 or plain old size L. I’ve learned that unless a dress has some stretch, it’s likely not going to fit, not matter how much I struggle to pull it down past my broad male shoulders.
This need for some stretch was driven home one afternoon when my head and upper torso became trapped inside a dress that refused to budge another centimeter in any direction. As I struggled to free myself from this homemade straitjacket, my oxygen-starved brain began filling with panicked thoughts of paramedics dragging my prone, unconscious body out from under the locked dressing room door, clad only in my boxer shorts and the murderous dress, still wrapped tightly around my head.
Allow me to pause for a moment now, dear reader, as I invite you to join me in giving silent thanks to Joseph Shivers, the chemist who in 1958 invented the polymer which has since become known and loved throughout the world as the miracle fabric called Spandex.
Because the Goodwill stores that I frequent do not provide size tags on the outside of the dresses, it’s necessary to look at the labels inside which, like those in women’s shoes, can be impossible to find and even more difficult to read. Goodwill newbies are advised not to expect much help from sales people, because they don’t exist here. It is necessary, therefore, to devote a great deal of time to physically handling the merchandise. Yes, this is a downside of the Goodwill shopping experience, but what do you expect at these prices?
In addition to their characteristic smell, all Goodwill stores apparently share the exact same soundtrack of about 20 songs, playing in an endless, continuous loop. It’s an eclectic mix of upbeat tunes spanning the decades from ‘60s through the ‘90s. To younger folks, most of the songs are probably unfamiliar oldies, but the playlist sure does manage to hit the sweet spot for me and no doubt many of my fellow Baby Boomers.
I might find myself trying on a pencil skirt accompanied by Wilson Pickett’s 1965 hit “Midnight Hour,” eyeing a cute pink belt while quietly singing along to The Bangles’ 1986 release “Manic Monday,” pausing in the swimsuit aisle to puzzle about the line “the Dolphins make me cry” in Hootie and the Blowfish’s 1994 song “Only Wanna Be With You,” or swaying in the checkout line to “Stuck in the Middle with You,” released in 1973 by Stealers Wheel. Overall, I enjoy listening to these catchy, familiar tunes during my relatively brief shopping sojourns, but I imagine that store employees forced to listen to them day after day might not share this same happy feeling.
I buy about 90% of the items in my women’s wardrobe at Goodwill. Over the past three years, I estimate that I have purchased and worn well over 300 dresses, skirts and tops, at prices ranging from $5 to $7 apiece. With the exception of those precious size 12 shoes and a small handful of all-time favorite dresses, I don’t hold on to the clothes, but instead donate them back to Goodwill after wearing them once or twice.
Some might think this foolish or wasteful, but it fits my style of dressing, which consists solely of private photo shoots at home. Because I have no desire to go out, there’s really no further need for the clothes once I’ve captured the photos. Not to mention that I don’t have the space to store them all.
I’m aware that I’m just one among millions of fellow CDs, past and present, who frequent thrift stores by choice or necessity. My hope is that those who dislike the idea of wearing second-hand clothes might consider giving it a try. For one thing, it’s a form of recycling that’s good for the environment, as the manufacture of new clothing has been classified as the second largest source of pollution in the world. Patronizing stores like Goodwill or the Salvation Army also supports their mission to provide job training for disadvantaged individuals. And finally, of course, there’s the bargain prices.
Beyond altruism and frugality, however, what I most enjoy is reflecting on the women who once owned the clothes that I bring home. When and where did she wear this dress? Why did she decide to part with it? I like to imagine that the garments are somehow imbued with a small piece of each woman’s spirit, some lingering female essence that serves to enhance my own embrace of femininity, as I strive to bring each article of clothing back to life once again.
I’m lucky to live in a large city that is home to over 50 Goodwill stores, as well as countless other thrift and consignment shops, offering plenty of opportunity for carefree, anonymous shopping. Those living in rural areas or smaller towns probably do not have the same opportunity, as there are likely to be fewer stores and a greater need to keep one’s shopping habits secret.
Given my ready access to so many emporiums of second-hand fashion, I am always proud to tell others that I buy almost all of my clothes at Goodwill. As part of my boasting routine, I usually add the quip, “sometimes I even buy men’s clothes.” Amid the laughter that follows, I can’t help but smile and think to myself: if they only knew!
Some questions to stimulate thought and discussion:
· Do you also enjoy shopping at second-hand stores?
· What adventures or encounters have you experienced?
· Are there any memorable items or irresistible bargains you’d like to tell others about?
I’d like to thank you girls so much for taking the time to read my article and feel free to send in either a response to my article or one or more of my posed questions to you above!
Love you girls!
Sincerely, Mona
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Gosh that ‘Musty’ smell. Here in the U.K they are charity shops. In the early days a local charity would get a shop on a cheap lease and stuff it full. Nothing was checked and that musty smell was prevalent. Now they are big business for the larger organisations and clothes are checked, clothes cleaned and steamed. The prices also went up. I used to buy from them regularly and, like you wear a couple of times and re donate. It was the time I was finding my style. Nowadays I get my clothes main stream as the prices are… Read more »
Hi Angela,
Yes, it’s too bad to hear about the little local shops getting overtaken by the big ones. The Goodwill thrift stores actually are a kind of nationwide big business, but at very reasonable prices. Probably because of the high volumes of donated items, as a result of them being highly visible across the US. In the fact, when people speak of donating something to charity, the common phrase is “I’ll just take it to Goodwill." Hugs, Mona
Great article Mona, very informative. I have gone to Goodwill a couple times to look at women’s clothes but chickened out. Your article is giving me the courage to go back and buy the clothes I want to buy.
Kimberly Ann, thank you for the kind words and glad you enjoyed the article. Unless there is a good chance that you might run into someone you know (usually more of a problem in smaller towns), then I encourage you to go for it. Honestly, no one cares. And in the event that I am questioned or God forbid challenged (neither has ever happened), I always have an explanation ready in the back of my mind, “Oh, I’m buying these clothes/shoes/necklaces for my daughter. She was in a car accident that has left her bedridden, but thankfully she is now… Read more »
Thanks for your reply Mona, And again your wonderful article
Mona, your backup cover story reminds me of a recent purchase at a large regular store when I bought a nightie ‘for my wife who has suddenly been kept in overnight at the local hospital’. Zsazsa
The only time anyone has ever said anything to me in a store was the makeup aisle at the grocery store. I was trying to pick out new eyeliner, and out of nowhere I hear someone say “going to try on some makeup today?” (I was in guy mode.) I nearly jumped out of my skin! It was a store associate waking by. After my shocked reaction, she says, “I’m just kidding, I know it’s for somebody else,” and kept walking.
Great story, Lexi. Yeah right, somebody else…"If she only knew…"
Right? I get it, but I also get annoyed, because she thinks she’s being funny, but like you say, “if she only knew." I sometimes forget how off most people’s radar we really are. Cis folk just don’t even consider that there are gender non-conformists out there!
Mona, you are a gurl after my own heart. I too, am an avid Goodwill shopper, having purchased 80% of my wardrobe there, and I can completely relate to what you have said. My Goodwill shopping experiences began about 18 years ago as I began to nudge open the closet door. I was beginning to go out, and had clothes, but wanted more variety than the three dresses and heels I had been wearing, having recently taken note that few women, even those in the office were wearing dresses and heels. I needed a wardrobe, or so I thought. I… Read more »
Carla, thanks so much for sharing your Goodwill experiences. They sound pretty similar to my own. At first I was worried, then I went through a phase where I would buy just about anything that fit and was halfway decent. I found myself going to my local Goodwill more often after stressful days at work – I discovered the true meaning of “retail therapy" – nothing like a new dress or outfit to brighten a girl’s mood.. Like you, I am now much more selective. I think one reason is that I’ve tried so many different styles of dresses that… Read more »
Mona, I LOVE your article!!!
Reading about the “coat hangers” I knew right away that you, like me, a true Goodwill warrior!!!
Thanks!
Jules
Oh, and Mona? Shop fully dressed, as it makes the whole experience more delightful, honestly!
Years ago I would shop there in drag, but in the last few years, after I got my big girl panties untwisted, I’ve shopped as Jules. The experience was really fun. Every encounter was wonderful. Did some smile? Possibly. But at least they had a fun story to tell.
XOXO
Jules
Yes, I hear you Jules. But I am strictly an indoor girl and I really enjoy it – don’t really have any desire to go out and about. And one reason (among others): it gets hot and humid as hell here in the southern city where I live. The thought of venturing out in layers of shapewear, wig, makeup, etc.is truly frightening. I sweat enough inside with the A/C cranked down…I would last about 5 minutes outside before completely melting down like the Wicked Witch (what a world, what a world haha).
I totally understand, girlfriend.
No worries. Your happiness is what is most important.
Thanks so much for the kind words, Jules, so happy you enjoyed it. Let me tell you another sign of being a GW warrior: when you run across an item or two that you had previously purchase, worn and donated back. It recently happened to me re: a dress and a top that I had donated several weeks before. I actually checked out the dress and considered trying it on until it hit me that I’d already worn it. I almost died laughing in the aisle – so much fun!!
That is hilarious, Mona! Thanks for sharing it with me.
Hugs
Jules
Some of my fave clothes are from GW! 🙂
Absolutely – I can spend hours in there…
I had some time to kill before an appointment today and wouldn’t you know it, a Goodwill was just down the street. Empowered by this story I decided, what the heck, I’m going clothes shopping. This was my first time since my wife said I can dress completely as long as she is not around. I didn’t burst in to flames and, as far as I could tell, no one batted an eye as I held dresses and skirts up to me to see if they would fit. Sadly, I found nothing that would fit. I did get my hopes… Read more »
Very well said and it reflects my own experience. Careful thrift store shopping can result in some very nice items, as you mentioned. I have 3 Goodwill stores within 15 minutes of my home and the only problem I have is the temptation to make too many purchases. However, since the Covid problems, our local stores have removed the fitting booths. So it takes a bit of guesswork which has highlighted the inconsistency of sizing in women’s clothing. While it may be strange I do enjoy the thought that a genetic female wore the items previous to my acquiring them.… Read more »
I’ve been shopping at Goodwill stores for more than fifteen years. Most of my dresses and skirts come from there.I have been occasionally lucky at finding 11W shoes that fit and are in style. The thrill of shopping in male mode has never gone away and the excitement of finding a beautiful dress that fits well is a real joy.
Janine – thanks for sharing your experience and I definitely hear what you’re saying. I’m a size 12W shoe and I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve spotted a promising pair only to find they’re size 11. In the past, I tried squeezing into them, without success. Now I know not to even bother. It’s 12 or nothing. But I find size 11 to be much more common. Not sure about the W part, though – that is generally a problem with most shoes.
Along with clearance warehouses, the 2nd hand shops are a great place to find something not available elsewhere… because I have looked, lol.
Mona, I thought I saw you in a pic of a dress I bought, then donated, re-bought and donated, and bought again after forgetting I had previously owned! LOL Thanks for the article…agree that GW stores are great places to shop!
Rowena, funny you should mention that, because actually happened to me, just recently. I encountered a dress and a top on the racks that I had donated a few weeks prior. And I was actually checking out the dress and considering trying it on before I realized that I had already worn it! I think that is one sign that you are a hardcore GW shopper (and donator)!