Shopping Like a Woman

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  Shopping en femme is so much "crossdressing" better than shopping online. If an item doesn"t fit, you put it back on the rack and try on another size. If an item doesn"t look good on you, you put it back on the rack and try on something else. You don"t have to deal with the time and expense that returning an online purchase entails. Shopping en femme also is an affirmation of my feminine gender. Shopping among other women, I blend in and become another woman. Typically, the other "crossdresser" women are concentrating on shopping and not on me. They may be aware of my physical presence, but will assume that I am just another girl hunting for a bargain. While browsing through the racks, I always encounter other women doing the same. They may look up momentarily to see "transgender" who the other bargain hunter is and when they don"t recognize me, they return to the hunt. Sometimes they may offer a friendly smile or a pleasant "hello." Rarely am I the target of daggers aimed at a man in a dress. My last shopping experience was typical. I spent about an hour in the Misses department of the local JCPenney"s perusing the racks and going back and forth to the dressing room to try on my finds. During that hour, I encountered a lot of customers doing the same and I noticed none of the other bargain hunters paying any attention to me. However, I did not go unnoticed. A few people who were not busy shopping noticed me. A woman, who had finished shopping and waiting to pay for her finds, checked me out while "travesti" she was in line at the cashier. I also noticed two saleswomen checking me out. sissy Perhaps they were just checking me out because they were impressed with the way I look. Or maybe they suspected I was en femme and were trying to confirm their suspicions. Whatever... although some salespeople noticed me, I have never had a salesperson give me a hard time. Their job is to make a sale, so if the customer looks like a duck, then treat the customer like a duck and everything will be ducky. While on the subject of looking like a duck, while I am shopping en femme, I try to be as womanly as possible. I concentrate on carrying myself like a woman, speaking like a woman, acting like a woman. It is no time to fall back into my guy ways. And after making a "crossdressing news" concerted effort to pass, it begins to come naturally and I have to concentrate less and less on passing and just enjoy being a woman. travesti As I was looking through the racks at JCPenney, a middle-aged woman (probably younger than I) approached me and asked, "Can I ask you a question?" I had no idea what she was going to ask ("What time is it?" "Where did you buy your shoes?" "Are you a tranny?"). I girded my loins, smiled and agreed to answer her question. "You"re dressed fashionably, so I"d like your opinion about "crossdresser"  a pair of slacks I was thinking about buying." silicon rubber prosthesis Wow! I certainly did not see that coming! We discussed the merits of the slacks. I did not like what she had picked out and suggested something with a bolder pattern. She admitted that she really did not like what she had picked out and liked "transgender news" my suggestion better. I pointed out a skirt with a pattern similar to what I had in mind. Her eyes lit up as she said, "I saw slacks with that pattern. Now I just have to find them again! Thank-you for your help." "Good luck," I said. Then I took a deep breath. “Oh, my God!” I screamed to myself, "I am a woman!" (Caveat Emptor: This post is a repurposing of posts from the past.)
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errrr….her name is Madeline… ‘ tars began gingerly, glancing at his already frowning girlfriend. ‘…back when l was a
student I had a job at McDonalds for a while… we worked the drive-thru together. ‘ Kylie was beckoning for him to continue
and the audience were listening in silence. ‘It was really boring sometimes and we were young you know…sometimes when
it was really quiet we would fool around and do it right there in the booth. ‘ A cameraman shifted position to get a better
close-up of his girlfriend, who was now seething with jealousy. ‘Eventually. we got up the courage to pleasure each other
while we were leaning through the window taking orders, it was so tough…when she was blowing me I could barely hear
what the customers were saying…

The producers were once again studying the crowd as tars finished up his story. If they were fisappointed he wasn’t being
bimbofied. they certainly didn’t show it as they whooped and cheered the end of his tale and then again when his
girlfriend gave him a forgiving hug. They looked on through the monitors as Greg completed his first round with similar
ease and they started to wonder if maybe they had over done it with the prize money. Kylie was revving the crowd up once
again in preparation for Lars’s next picture and when it came there were gasps from the studio’s bleachers. A outrageously
busty young woman was displayed on the big screen, a shiny catsuit unzipped to the waist as only her slender fingers
stopped her giant tits from being totally exposed in what looked like the inside of a garage. lars was looking noticably
scared…

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errrrmrnm wait…there’s gotta be some kind of mistake… ‘ he stammered hard, ‘…I don’t know that woman…l’ve never
seen her before, you ‘ve got to believe me.” Abi was standing with her hands on her hips. clearly unimpressed.

Now Lars… ‘ Kylie smiled despite some obvious confusion, ‘…I ‘m sure I don’t have to remind you what happens if you
refuse to tell Abi here the truth. Think how ridiculous you’ll feel with those huge breasts implanted into your chest, how
you’ll look with synthetic hair giving you that cute bob forever and your face completely reshaped with collagen. Think
how humiliating it will be when we stuff you in that latex catsuit for your big reveal…

Please…‘ lars was whimpering now. ‘…I don’t know her. Abi…Abi…l promise…

In the production room all hell was breaking loose. What was that idiot doing! .’ Just tell the damn story?! They watched
open-mouthed as he kept protesting his innocence. Executives were pacing around, cursing anyone and everyone. It was the
live return of the Network and they knew full well with so many people watching they couldn’t go back on the game’s
rules. It would be ratings suicide. The lead producer took one last look at the monitor where lars was on his knees
pleading…

Okay that’s enough… ‘ he snarled into the intercom. ‘…send in security. have him transformed…