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DIRTY PANTIES ...and other thrilling tales of my sex ... - Lannie Rose

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18 - Dirty Panties ...<strong>and</strong> <strong>other</strong> <strong>thrilling</strong> <strong>tales</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>my</strong> <strong>sex</strong> changebefore. The store was brightly lit, open <strong>and</strong> spacious, with someintriguing, stylish clothes on display. I thought I would walkthrough <strong>and</strong> see what I could see, perhaps broadening <strong>my</strong> fashionpalate a bit.As a cross-dresser, it hadn’t been long since the first time Ishopped in the ladies’ department or used a ladies’ changingroom. Ab<strong>and</strong>oning mail order to start shopping in person for <strong>my</strong>feminine wardrobe had taken all the courage I could muster. Inreturn I got quite a few thrills <strong>and</strong> eventually, some nice clothesthat actually fit. I started at the Ross <strong>and</strong> Mervyn’s level,progressing after a while to Macy’s <strong>and</strong> JCPenney. I would skulkshyly, slyly around the racks, circumspectly slipping in <strong>and</strong> out<strong>of</strong> the dressing rooms in an effort to attract as little attention aspossible. I had to like an item a lot before I dared brave thecheckout counter. One time at JCPenney I felt I was being particularlyintrepid because the checkout counter was attended by acouple <strong>of</strong> cute young ladies chattering away like magpies. I wassure they would read me, that is, they would realize I was a crossdressedman. When I got to the counter I had to laugh to <strong>my</strong>self.They never even glanced at me. Nor did they pause in theirstream <strong>of</strong> gab, which was entirely in Croatian as far as I couldtell.I was terribly intimidated by Nordstrom <strong>and</strong>, Lord help me,the little boutiques. In those places, the salespeople were bound<strong>and</strong> determined to be helpful <strong>and</strong> I could not easily avoid them.They might even speak languages <strong>other</strong> than Croatian! As I cameout <strong>of</strong> the closet more <strong>and</strong> more, however, I experienced kindness<strong>and</strong> acceptance everywhere I went. My self-confidence grew angrew. Before long I was shopping the sale racks at Nordie’s <strong>and</strong>enjoying the sales associates’ attentions immensely. I found themore classy the place was, the nicer they treated me, which isn’tsurprising, is it? My fashion sense gradually improved thanks tothe helpful saleswomen … while the impact on <strong>my</strong> credit cardgrew as well.As I gained self-confidence, I learned to love the littleboutiques. Ann Taylor, Wet Seal, J. Crew — they’re delightful! So

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