So, my fear of going out and buying girls clothes for myself has begun to wane much faster than I anticipated, possibly because I have bitten the bullet and gone shopping. Having spent the vast majority of my life confined to the mens section, I find myself acting like a kid in a candy store, only I'm a fully grown male, and the sweetie jars are filled with dresses, camisoles and hosiery.
There's a really nifty little hippie shop in the arcade, the owner whom I'm on fairly good terms with. She picked me out some fantastic clothes (including a fantastic dress and a skirt), and I parted with possibly too much money, but walked out satisfied with my purchases.
Two major quips, however...
Thankfully I've got a fairly good figure; long legs, and a slender waist. Now if only I could do something about my fecking face (not to mention my mangina), I could actually pass as a woman, which would be ace. 😀
There's a really nifty little hippie shop in the arcade, the owner whom I'm on fairly good terms with. She picked me out some fantastic clothes (including a fantastic dress and a skirt), and I parted with possibly too much money, but walked out satisfied with my purchases.
Two major quips, however...
- I rarely get a chance to dress on account of people coming in and out of the house.
- They don't make girls underwear with room for my junk, and this makes me a sad panda. 🙁
Thankfully I've got a fairly good figure; long legs, and a slender waist. Now if only I could do something about my fecking face (not to mention my mangina), I could actually pass as a woman, which would be ace. 😀
