I realized that I have not filled you in on something that happened after Thanksgiving. For many years Linda and I have enjoyed going out shopping on Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving here in the states that offers up great shopping deals for Christmas at the expense of putting your life in peril. We like to be among the first shoppers to enter the store when the doors open, rush around snatching up bargains galore, then standing in the slowly creeping checkout lines.
This year we slept in a little and didn’t get to the first department store until it had been open for over an hour. The lines for the checkout were just under three miles long I calculated. We shopped together for about 20 minutes, then I went to get in line with arms full as Linda continued a personal goal of bringing the local economy back from the abyss. Every now and then she would return to give me something else to pay for or to ask my opinion, me being the world’s greatest shopper and all.
I am a very social person and love to strike up a conversation with anyone around me. As luck would have it, several friendly and chatty women surrounded me. They commented on what a good husband I was to be out that early shopping. Several agreed that there was no way that their husbands would be willing to stand in line like I was and that my wife was very lucky. As the line slowly crept along we all got to know one another and talked and shared quite freely about what each were buying. And then the fun really began.
I was chatting with them when Linda suddenly appeared at my elbow.
“Having fun?” she inquired. I assured her that I was and warmly introduced her to my new female friends.
“I am so glad that you are making new friends. Perhaps they can offer their opinions on what I have for you,” Linda smiled. Then she proceeded to show all of us (and those others standing around being bored) the panties and bra sets she had selected for me. “Won’t he look adorable in these?” she asked as she held out a pink lacy bra and panty.
I was shocked as I stood there like a stone as watched shared glances and whispers being exchanged. The gal in front of me recovered quickly and asked “those are for him to wear?” Linda assured her that they were and were also similar to the set I was wearing at that moment.
You would think that by now I would be ready and anticipating Linda pulling something like that. But I was caught off guard as much as my shopping companions were. Linda handed them to me and took off to do more shopping. The silence that followed only lasted about ten seconds before the woman directly in back of me commented “there’s another thing I couldn’t get my husband to do.”
Everyone laughed, including myself, and the awkward moment passed. As we approached the checkout, the woman in front turned and stated to me, “you certainly made this time a lot more fun.”
It was one shopping trip I will always remember.
5 comments:
There are places here in the heartland where I might fear repercussions from scenes like this; I'm glad you've had none so far!
alan
Lovely, touching tale.
Bev -
It seems as if more and more people are becoming acceptive of your life style. (Mind you, I don't think the women on line really believed you wore the panties in the family - they probably thought you were only holding them while your SO shopped. And if they thought you wore them, they probably thought you had a good, kinky sex life.)
The big question is - how much do you still enjoy presenting yourself en homme vs. when you present yourself en femme?
MAM
:)
New reader...follower:
Love this tale!! Oh my, how humiliating (exciting) it would be!
Hope you're doing well!
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