I was home and something happened that I feared might cause me to have to seek refuge for a few days or weeks...
I umm, well....
I SHAVED MY LEGS!
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
It was such a lark! I was looking down at the hair and before I knew it my right leg started losing hair before my very own eyes! Then the blood started flowing...from several places...and the stinging sensation hit me!
I've only shave two parts of my body before...
My face...by order, while in the service of my country
My pubic area to "help" the folks in the surgical suite prior to one of my hernia surgeries (BOY, did I ever get in trouble for that one! ...from the Nurse)
I have to say that I actually drew less blood shaving my legs than I do when I shave my big bushy beard off every few years or so.
THIS IS SUCH AN INCREDIBLE FEELING!
I really like the feel of my smooth legs...until the stubble appears after an hour or so...LOL!
The big problem was that my wife doesn't even like me to shave off my beard! Especially since she was told about my crossdressing! She now worries that shaving my face might mean I want to start wearing make-up...etc.
I just knew I had to leave town until the hair grew back, I was just hoping one of you could take me in for a bit. I don't make a mess...well, I make "neat" messes. I don't eat much...unless I'm hungry...
It just so happens (divine intervention?), we were to see our family counseler that night. Most of the way through the session, our counseler asked, "Is there anything else you want to talk about tonight?"
That opened the door for me to tell my wife I had shaved.
The reaction wasn't so bad, in fact in went pretty good seeing as how the two women in the room got in a lot of chuckle time over my beginning-leg-shaving follies.
So I'm going to keep shaving for a while, but like my face, I find it TOO much work. I'll let it grow back, but I now know how GOOD it feels, so I'll probably shave again.
The second thing happened yesterday at the local Mall.
I shopping for my feminine wardrobe!
I've bought some things at the second-hand stores, and over the internet.
I've even bought a couple of things I was pretending to buy for my wife...very overtly.
But this time, I didn't pretend to have a "shopping list", and I didn't keep remarking out loud how I "wish she had given me more detail about what she wants...".
You know...the usual stuff.
I just kept relaxing myself, and forged ahead into the women's departments of places like:
Mervyn's (took me two tries to finally settle down and peruse the bra dept. in a casual manner)
Ross (much easier for some reason than Mervyn's)
Sears (I actually bought a couple of cammies to try and I was returning the one that didn't fit)
and the BEST PLACE OF ALL...
Village East (a part of Gottschalk's)
Village East was BY FAR my best experience!
This is the part of Gottschalks(sp?) for larger women.
Since I'm 6'2" and 200 lbs, this was the place for me. I pity you size 12 people for having WAY MORE CHOICES than us bigger folks!
There were few or no women in this store the whole time I shopped.
The only salesperson was a young woman, very friendly and helpful.
IT'S SO FUNNY, the feelings we pick up in our interactions with other people sometimes.
I never stated I was buying clothing for my wife while the saleslady helped me pick a blouse/skirt combo.
She helped me measure waistbands to determine what inch size a 1x or 2x would be.
And when we were done picking things out, I looked her in the eyes and felt such an AMAZING sense of comfort that I asked her if I could try them on...they were for me.
She just had this little smile that said "I thought so", and she said sure, I could try them on.
Well from there, I asked her if she saw many men in, that she thought were buying for themselves.
She replied that actually she could only remember one. He wanted a bra and she said they had such a hard time figuring out what size he would wear.
She was SO INCREDIBLEY NICE AND SWEET about everything. She appeared to be engaged or married and I kept wondering if she was going to go home and tell her husband about it.
I briefly explained that my wife accepted this side of me and that I had found this website and realized there WERE other men who crossdressed.
Her reply was, "Hey, it's just clothing anyway, right?"
After I left, I shopped at another store, but couldn't stop thinking about how nice she was. I went to the customer service desk and picked up a comment form. Then I went back to her store and asked her name (it was on her NAMETAG! Go Figure!
Some of you have told of your similar experiences in stores, but I never knew how great it felt to have a stranger treat you like you are a normal person while shopping for women's clothing!
I'm definitely going back to that store again when the same saleslady is working. Heck! I want to go back and give her a Valentine's Day present. But I fear that might be TOO much of a display of appreciation.
