To make a long story short, I took over almost all of the errands outside of the house. I shopped for groceries, took the clothes to the cleaners -- and bought everything that either of us needed. I shopped for and bought regular clothing (pants, tops, occasionally a dress or a jumper), panties, bras, sleepwear, hosiery, menstrual products -- you name it. Because I knew this stuff was for my wife and I was getting it for her, I never once felt embarrassed or slunk around the stores like a criminal. In Nordstrom, I learned to walk right up to the Bobbie Brown counter and found myself saying stuff like, "I need some Moisture Rich Foundation in beige, and a tube of the semi-matte lip color in Mango."
I'm sure it won't surprise most of the readers of this forum when I say that no one ever so much as raised an eyebrow at me. The closest anyone ever came (and I don't think any offense was intended) was the time a clerk bagged up a half-dozen pair of VF panties and, instead of wishing me good-day, simply smiled and said, "Enjoy them." Part of the reason for this, I'm sure is that I really was confident. And if anyone had ventured any sort of rude remark, you can be sure I wouldn't have hemmed and hawed and explained that the thing I was buying wasn't for me. No, I was always ready with the same sentence (which, thankfully, I never had to use): "Would you kindly call your supervisor and ask her to come and join us?"
Anyway, at some point, it just got to the point that it was no big deal. I realized that if the sales clerks wanted to speculate about me (my wife is of a size that her clothes would more-or-less fit me), well, they would be wrong. And finally it dawned on me that if they wanted to speculate about me even if I were buying for myself, they would be wrong then, too.
Just to finish the story, after almost a year, we were referred by a friend in the medical profession to a new doctor who took a fresh look at my wife and within days discovered that her system was not properly absorbing the calcium supplements she'd been taking for years. With medication she was back on her feet within a couple of weeks, and is now much, much improved.
On the other hand, she realizes how much fun I was having at some of this stuff, so any time it's inconvenient for her, she knows she'll always have me as her "personal shopper."
.......Tamara Segunda