Most shopping outings in mixed male mode, wearing women's flats, are uneventful. Today's wasn't.
It started out with a visit to one of my favorite thrift stores, owned by a wonderful lady who treats me with the same customer service and friendliness as all her other female clients. We started off with a long chat about life topics, and off I went to try on some items off the $1 rack. Needing a second opinion, I modeled a cute jacket with a pair of wedges, thinking they were decently coordinated. The compliments she gave me sealed my purchase, along with a few other finds. As I was leaving with my purchases, I decided to wear my new jacket and wedges out of the store since they really complimented the rest of my male outfit.
There's another new, small thrift store I spotted the other day, so I decided to visit it. The minute I walked in, I seemed to be showered with attention from the women working and shopping there. One woman asked, "Do you wear high heels?" while observing my wedges. Excitedly, she called a friend over to check my footwear out and remarked how impressed she was that I wear heels since she can't without feeling immense foot and back pain. Numerous times she repeated the compliment, and her friend was very approving of my wedges.
I spotted a pair of red pumps, and their curiosity peaked even more. Trying the hot pumps on, both women complimented me on them and encouraged me to get them. The cashier noted the red pumps I carried towards her and excitedly claimed how cute they looked, asking if I was going to get them. She even had me try them on just to see how well they went with my jeans and jacket, and again complimented me on how well they looked on me with my height.
I purchased my find, and walked out wearing my new red heels, ending a pleasantly eventful shopping outing full of compliments.
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
Yoga leggings are everywhere
Yoga leggings are everywhere!
No more wearing jeans while shopping, or sweats to the grocery store, or even pants to the movies. Seems like women of all ages and sizes have embraced wearing these comfortable, stylish casual replacement for pants, jeans, stockings, sweats. Originally designed for the flexibility of yoga, these leggings seem to be worn at the gym and everywhere else. Sheer panels, sexy designs, curve fitting, muscle accenting, comforting, durable, a new must have for our crossdressing closets!
No more wearing jeans while shopping, or sweats to the grocery store, or even pants to the movies. Seems like women of all ages and sizes have embraced wearing these comfortable, stylish casual replacement for pants, jeans, stockings, sweats. Originally designed for the flexibility of yoga, these leggings seem to be worn at the gym and everywhere else. Sheer panels, sexy designs, curve fitting, muscle accenting, comforting, durable, a new must have for our crossdressing closets!
Monday, July 17, 2017
Who Cares
Imagine you're shopping one day, when you notice a man walking towards you. He's dressed slightly trendy, wearing skinny jeans, a fitted casual shirt, well groomed. Then you notice something different, he's wearing a subtle bracelet, silhoutte lines under his shirt, holding a messenger bag, and walking in black shoes.
As you get closer, you notice he's actually wearing embellished skinny jeans, a fitted blouse, nail polish. Even closer, you now see he's wearing coordinated jewelry, obvious bra and cami strap lines, carrying a cross-body purse, and confidently strutting in black stilettos.
How do you feel? Wait, why does that matter. You don't know him, or maybe you do. You have a right to your own quiet opinion about his fashion, social demeanor, how attractive you find him, and other speculations about him.
How does he make you feel? Curious, scared, intrigued, attracted, nervous, insecure, envious, offended, caring, hateful.
Why do you feel those ways? He's just a visual representation on the gender spectrum. You feel something. Because you and him share time and space for a brief moment. You must feel something, because you're alive and noticed him.
Who cares! And you continue on your way. Because you are confident. Because it doesn't matter. Because you are you. Because he gets to be him, or her, or them.
It's what we all strive for. To feel normal. To feel accepted. To feel safe. To feel cared for. To feel loved. To feel respected.
Because we care.
As you get closer, you notice he's actually wearing embellished skinny jeans, a fitted blouse, nail polish. Even closer, you now see he's wearing coordinated jewelry, obvious bra and cami strap lines, carrying a cross-body purse, and confidently strutting in black stilettos.
How do you feel? Wait, why does that matter. You don't know him, or maybe you do. You have a right to your own quiet opinion about his fashion, social demeanor, how attractive you find him, and other speculations about him.
How does he make you feel? Curious, scared, intrigued, attracted, nervous, insecure, envious, offended, caring, hateful.
Why do you feel those ways? He's just a visual representation on the gender spectrum. You feel something. Because you and him share time and space for a brief moment. You must feel something, because you're alive and noticed him.
Who cares! And you continue on your way. Because you are confident. Because it doesn't matter. Because you are you. Because he gets to be him, or her, or them.
It's what we all strive for. To feel normal. To feel accepted. To feel safe. To feel cared for. To feel loved. To feel respected.
Because we care.
Thursday, April 6, 2017
Girl Talk
Ever since I was little, having girl friends was really important to me.
Getting that female perspective seemed natural, talking about girly things seemed fun, and hearing "you're a guy, you wouldn't get it" was always ironic. I seemed to be able to bear conversations on nail polish colors, struggles in tight skirts, dilemmas of shoe sizes and clothing fits. Some topics were never mentioned - s.e.x. and periods.
Even after meeting my wife, there have always been a few women friends in my life that compliment a part of me that guy friends wouldn't understand, and even my wife doesn't understand. At times, my wife naturally has had trouble understanding why I have such close friendships with these other women.
This week, after an interesting encounter while shopping (see my other post on that), I finally realized that I have no trouble talking to women.
I also realized that I'm missing those close girl friends since I've let myself drift away from making new girl friends and ignored the reality that girl friends too have drifted away.
Being on crossdressheaven.com helps fill that need for girl talk. And this week I realized that I can still make new girl friends to go shopping with, have lunch with, and just do girly stuff with!
Getting that female perspective seemed natural, talking about girly things seemed fun, and hearing "you're a guy, you wouldn't get it" was always ironic. I seemed to be able to bear conversations on nail polish colors, struggles in tight skirts, dilemmas of shoe sizes and clothing fits. Some topics were never mentioned - s.e.x. and periods.
Even after meeting my wife, there have always been a few women friends in my life that compliment a part of me that guy friends wouldn't understand, and even my wife doesn't understand. At times, my wife naturally has had trouble understanding why I have such close friendships with these other women.
This week, after an interesting encounter while shopping (see my other post on that), I finally realized that I have no trouble talking to women.
I also realized that I'm missing those close girl friends since I've let myself drift away from making new girl friends and ignored the reality that girl friends too have drifted away.
Being on crossdressheaven.com helps fill that need for girl talk. And this week I realized that I can still make new girl friends to go shopping with, have lunch with, and just do girly stuff with!
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Shoe shopping with Sarah
Out shopping at lunch time today, I had two really wonderful experiences.
The first was while shopping at my favorite shoe store. I was perusing my size, while wearing a cute pair of wedge sandals, subtle enough that most people don't notice them with jeans. An older women, further down the aisle, was looking at shoes in the same size as me and took several glances at my shoes. Finally, I smiled at her and that's when she asked, "Do you like to wear women's shoes?" Years ago, I would have panicked. Confidently, I answered, "Yes, women's shoes are so much more exciting, so many different options." She agreed at how boring men's shoes can be, just sneakers or loafers. We ended up chatting for a few minutes about the shoes we like, how painful heels can be at times, which flats were the most comfortable, and where we like to shop. Walking away, she left with a "Good luck" goodbye.
Exhilarated, I finished my perusing and went off to one of my other favorite stores.
Again, with confidence, I walked into the women's shoes department and started browsing. There was an attractive woman, about my age, trying on a pair of black block heels, looking like she really wanted someone else's opinion. My mouth opened and commented "Those shoes look good on you". She smiled, thanked me, and I continued browsing shoes, with another compliment to her about how well her shoes went with her orange dress. We started talking about heel heights, and I suggested that the block heel would give her good support, even if she went with the higher heels. She was attentive, captivated with various shoe observations and advice I was sharing.
Off I went browsing shoes at the other end of the aisle. A few moments later, she surprised me, pleasantly, by engaging me in a conversation - "Are you on your lunch break?" The adventure continued, we ended up talking about what we do for work, how much we enjoy shopping, finding deals, and how we both found that black shoes tend to be our default color, with tan as our backup. She loved to wear flip flops, but couldn't wear them at work, so she was looking for a few work pairs. She was struggling to find a 2nd pair in size 8 1/2 to get the sale price.
Wishing her good luck, I went off to the next aisle and found a pair of strappy stilettos to try on. Around the corner she appeared, no shoes in hand, sad she couldn't find that 2nd pair for the deal. This time, she complimented me on the stilettos I was trying on with "You look good in those, you could wear them to work!"
She picked up a pair of tan pumps and commented on how tight they were. Just as I suggested that she try a size up, she smiled and said that was what she was thinking too. I joked that "We seem to think alike." Still looking a bit unsure, she turned to me and asked, "What do you think of these?" Without hesitation, as she modeled them, I responded, "Those look really good on you, definitely great for work with dresses and pants, and they compliment your dress really well."
She was ecstatic, she had found 2 pairs of shoes and could get that 2nd pair deal she really wanted! We exchanged names (not quite my real name), she excitedly said "Thanks for shoe shopping with me", and Sarah happily walked away with two really cute pairs of shoes.
As for me, I walked away with an amazing memorable moment.
The first was while shopping at my favorite shoe store. I was perusing my size, while wearing a cute pair of wedge sandals, subtle enough that most people don't notice them with jeans. An older women, further down the aisle, was looking at shoes in the same size as me and took several glances at my shoes. Finally, I smiled at her and that's when she asked, "Do you like to wear women's shoes?" Years ago, I would have panicked. Confidently, I answered, "Yes, women's shoes are so much more exciting, so many different options." She agreed at how boring men's shoes can be, just sneakers or loafers. We ended up chatting for a few minutes about the shoes we like, how painful heels can be at times, which flats were the most comfortable, and where we like to shop. Walking away, she left with a "Good luck" goodbye.
Exhilarated, I finished my perusing and went off to one of my other favorite stores.
Again, with confidence, I walked into the women's shoes department and started browsing. There was an attractive woman, about my age, trying on a pair of black block heels, looking like she really wanted someone else's opinion. My mouth opened and commented "Those shoes look good on you". She smiled, thanked me, and I continued browsing shoes, with another compliment to her about how well her shoes went with her orange dress. We started talking about heel heights, and I suggested that the block heel would give her good support, even if she went with the higher heels. She was attentive, captivated with various shoe observations and advice I was sharing.
Off I went browsing shoes at the other end of the aisle. A few moments later, she surprised me, pleasantly, by engaging me in a conversation - "Are you on your lunch break?" The adventure continued, we ended up talking about what we do for work, how much we enjoy shopping, finding deals, and how we both found that black shoes tend to be our default color, with tan as our backup. She loved to wear flip flops, but couldn't wear them at work, so she was looking for a few work pairs. She was struggling to find a 2nd pair in size 8 1/2 to get the sale price.
Wishing her good luck, I went off to the next aisle and found a pair of strappy stilettos to try on. Around the corner she appeared, no shoes in hand, sad she couldn't find that 2nd pair for the deal. This time, she complimented me on the stilettos I was trying on with "You look good in those, you could wear them to work!"
She picked up a pair of tan pumps and commented on how tight they were. Just as I suggested that she try a size up, she smiled and said that was what she was thinking too. I joked that "We seem to think alike." Still looking a bit unsure, she turned to me and asked, "What do you think of these?" Without hesitation, as she modeled them, I responded, "Those look really good on you, definitely great for work with dresses and pants, and they compliment your dress really well."
She was ecstatic, she had found 2 pairs of shoes and could get that 2nd pair deal she really wanted! We exchanged names (not quite my real name), she excitedly said "Thanks for shoe shopping with me", and Sarah happily walked away with two really cute pairs of shoes.
As for me, I walked away with an amazing memorable moment.
Sunday, January 1, 2017
Media censorship
This blog isn't something that I've shared with my wife. I'm not sure how she would react to it, though seems like any reminder that I'm a crossdresser is usually something she's not interested in.
Watching TV shows about transgender lives also isn't something she would really encourage, though I find it fascinating to understand how Cait dealt with her struggles, or how the the girls from Transcendent try to have normal lives. There's a comfort from knowing that they are all genetic-men struggling with gender issues, much like me.
The media seems censored to me as I need covertly update my blog, or quickly, subtly review comments on various articles, or quietly watch shows that matter to me.
Watching TV shows about transgender lives also isn't something she would really encourage, though I find it fascinating to understand how Cait dealt with her struggles, or how the the girls from Transcendent try to have normal lives. There's a comfort from knowing that they are all genetic-men struggling with gender issues, much like me.
The media seems censored to me as I need covertly update my blog, or quickly, subtly review comments on various articles, or quietly watch shows that matter to me.
Sunday, December 18, 2016
Coming out party
In the last few weeks of this year, thoughts have been on my mind about whether 2017 will be the year I come out to my world that I'm a crossdresser. We often put so much effort into events, even planning our own weddings and funerals years before we're ready. For a crossdresser, seems appropriate that we should actually plan our coming out party, even if it's till years before we'll be the guest of honor.
Last night, I had an unusual dream...I'm dressed in a black cocktail dress, with sheer black tights, and sparkly black pumps. I'm peeking through a doorway, seeing lots of people I know having fun, all dressed up for some important event. Anxiety hits and I duck back into the Mens room, casually walk up to a urinal, and notice that there's another guy in this bathroom looking at me oddly. I start to wonder, do they seem me dressed as a woman. I quickly find a mirror, and see myself with my mostly guy-looking face, yet accented with beautiful makeup, and a feminine hairstyle, all coordinated with my outfit, looking more beautiful than I have ever imagined. Then I realize, this is my coming out party!
Last night, I had an unusual dream...I'm dressed in a black cocktail dress, with sheer black tights, and sparkly black pumps. I'm peeking through a doorway, seeing lots of people I know having fun, all dressed up for some important event. Anxiety hits and I duck back into the Mens room, casually walk up to a urinal, and notice that there's another guy in this bathroom looking at me oddly. I start to wonder, do they seem me dressed as a woman. I quickly find a mirror, and see myself with my mostly guy-looking face, yet accented with beautiful makeup, and a feminine hairstyle, all coordinated with my outfit, looking more beautiful than I have ever imagined. Then I realize, this is my coming out party!
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