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Another real-world shopping experience

Just thought I’d put this out there to assure some of the doubters out there that shopping as a male for female clothes can be more enjoyable than you might think.

This is all true and happened on the afternoon of October 17.

I finished work at my usual time and headed for the train station. I managed to get there a little early which meant I had time for some window shopping, so I headed to the shops nearby. I ended up being enticed by the lovely display inside the Ann Summers store and went in. The assistant came up after a suitable period, asking if I needed help.

I’ve done a fair amount of shopping in the past and I find that honesty ‘normally’ helps – I mean if you go in with the “it’s for my wife / girlfriend”, sure the assistant will be helpful but how useful is that help really? If you tell them straight out that it’s for you they can (and mostly do) offer some opinions based on your height, shape etc. Of course, you’re under no obligation to take that advice but I find it their honesty refreshing. Continue reading Another real-world shopping experience

Real-world shopping

Nowadays most of us probably shop for our femme wardrobe via the internet from the comfort and safety of our homes.

However, nothing can really replace actually going out the store and seeing the clothes first-hand. Not to mention getting the chance to get a closer look at the material and cut of the clothes. You might even be lucky enough to try on the things before you buy.

All these things can save a lot of time and effort in having to return something bought online because it wasn’t the right size or it didn’t live up to the pictures.


You will probably be understandably nervous the first time you head into a store on your own.  Indeed, my firstforays into the feminine side of the stores were frought with nerves and palpitations

It felt as though everyone was watching me, wondering what the hell that bloke was up to as I browsed the vast array of women’s apparel.

Of course, after a while, it became glaringly obvious that this was just my over-active imagination at work.  No-one was the slightest bit interested in me but it was difficult to stop being a little self-conscious.

If you’re like me and you’re on the shy side, then you’ve probably experienced similar feelings.

Beating the nerves

There’s no easy answer, I’m afraid. I wish there were, but it all depends on you.

Some people get over this by developing their own little stories or devices to appear like the inept husband / boyfriend looking for a present for their loved-one. You might try carrying  a list and trying to look slightly frustrated.

Me? I lost that initial shyness and honestly don’t really care much what anyone may think if they spot me checking out that satin skirt or the gorgeous ball gowns.  I will always mention to any shop assistants who may need an explanation that I’m shopping for myself and they’re always quite helpful.

I guess what I’m getting at is that you should try not to feel like it’s your problem. It isn’t.

Obviously I know that this isn’t easy … it took me a good few months of forcing myself to not care until it got to the point that it became second-nature.  I could relate tales of the times walked away from a purchase because of some bigoted comment or a dirty look.  I always felt bad afterwards, as though I’d done something wrong.  I had, of course …  I’d let the small-minds win.

Be brave, girls, and prevent your male side running for cover.

All the major retail stores nowadays are very accepting of men buying themselves pretty clothes – after all your money is just as good as anyone else’s.  Most of them provide their assistants are with specific training in how to ‘deal’ with us and they are more understanding than they used to be.

There may be some out there that can’t fathom why you may want to purchase that dress, but they need your money so they’ll overlook it. If the store isn’t too busy you may even be offered the use of the changing rooms.

Try starting off shopping somewhere some distance from your local town.  You should feel less embarrassed, mainly because there’ll be less chance of bumping into someone you know.

There’s also less chance of bumping into the sales assistant in the local pub later – it’s happened, trust me!

Slip Diary #2

I haven’t been able to count up all my slips yet. I did start, honestly.

So many slips

What you can see on the bed is just a small selection which currently reside in the various drawers in the base of my bed amongst all my other girly clothes.  I removed quite a good handful but it hardly seemed to put a dent in the layers of silky finery contained therein.

I guess it’s going to take a lot longer than I had anticipated to count each and every one.

And, of course, once they’re counted I then have the enviable task of putting them all back, which might take a fair bit longer as I seriously doubt I’ll be able to resist putting some of them on.  I daresay there are some that haven’t seen the light of day since I bought them.

On a happier note I have begun work again, hence the happy look on my face, so I’m fairly sure that part of the first pay packet will be squandered on the purchase of at least 2 new slips.  In fact I’ve got my eyes on a rather beautiful, dusky pink (my favourite colour!) half slip – similar colour to the full slip I’m holding in the pic – with some gorgeous lace detail around the hem and up the slit.

Relaxing in one of my half slips

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A nice shopping experience

This story is copied from the Blogger site; it’s copied “as-is” apart from spelling corrections.  I’ve removed it from there but thought it should be given a home here.  I will be copying across other posts over the next day or so.  Now for the story …

A few years ago now, I was leaving work one day when I had a strong urge to buy something girly.

I caught a bus to town, all the way I was wrestling with my conscience, trying to persuade myself that it would be a bad idea. Of course, my femme side came out on top and I wound up in a small, independent shop on the outskirts of the town. I’d been past it many times on the bus and caught glimpses of some lovely clothes, now here I was perusing the various hangers searching for that special something.

During my search a few ladies came and went, not really paying any attention to me. I finally found the most lovely pink satin, wrap-around style dress in my size. I took it to the lady at the till and was very surprised when she asked if I wanted to try it on! Straight out. No small-talk, just bold-as-you-like “would you like to try it on?”.  I was so stunned I didn’t have the presence of mind to even try denying it was for me. Instead I replied “yes, please”, more-than-likely a little too eagerly!  It was only as I was following her over to the changing rooms that I realised what I was doing, but it was too late to back out without looking like an idiot.

So there I am, in changing room pulling off my trousers and removing my shirt looking at myself in the mirror standing in just my panties. I pulled the dress off the hanger and slid it on.  I’d like to say that I wasn’t turned on but you’d all know that wasn’t true – I was fully hard, which spoilt the look slightly. Looking in the mirror again I was disappointed that I wasn’t made-up and wearing heels and a wig to get the full effect, but the dress fit great. Reluctantly I removed the dress and got dressed, suddenly missing the wispy material that was covering my body moments before.

Back at the till I had a nice conversation with the sales lady about the dress and what other things I liked. She showed me some wonderful satin blouses but I was unable to afford them at that time but she promised to keep some back for me. I went back a few weeks later and, true to her word, the blouses were tucked away in the back store room.

Needless to say that this shop became a regular on my shopping trips until I moved away. I have yet to find another place quite so accommodating.