Shopping For Panties ...For Sissies - Closing Thoughts and Bits of Advice

I think after four issues in the "Shopping For Panties ...For Sissies" series I said almost all I have to say about the subject. However, I thought of some odds and ends that didn't fit into any of the previous issues. So with that in mind here is Part 5 of the series, a little thing I call "Closing Thoughts and Bits of Advice."

So, in no particular order:

Shopping on the same day of the week at about the same time increases the chances of seeing the same sales personnel during a visit, and they get used to seeing you. My thinking is that this tends to make everyone more comfortable. A nice touch is to address an associate by name (it is on their name tag after all). You might even end up chatting and get to know them a little. For instance, I asked one women about her interesting accent and it turned out she was an immigrant from the Ukraine.

One positive effect of being a regular and familiar customer is that these women know you are not buying all those panties, bras, camisoles, slips, etc. for someone else. No, they know you are shopping for yourself, so they know you are a sissy. This is a good thing for our cause. We want people, especially women, to know about sissies in society. It has always been my experience that the staff is accepting, if sometimes only business-like. But unless I am mistaken, they are often at least interested or even amused. But we can't (or shouldn't) try to force ourselves as sissies on them, which leads to my next point.

I have often been asked a question like, "I want the cashier to know the panties are for me, how do I tell her?" The answer is easy, "You don't." Think about it, women don't take a batch of panties to the cash register and say, "Oh by the way, these panties are for me!" No, the cashier already knows the panties are for her, just as she already knows the panties are for you, if she bothers to think about it at all. Unnecessarily pointing out or emphasizing this fact can come across as you forcing her to participate in your fantasy life, even if that was not your intention. Just bring your selections to the register, be natural and pay, and only make whatever small talk arises and is appropriate. In short, it is not fair to be an exhibitionist but you have every right to be yourself.

One last thing... when you can, join the club! One time Nadia, the Ukrainian woman mentioned above, had been especially helpful. I asked her if there was a way to pass a good review to her manager. I was thinking comment card but she told me that I could join the Dillards Shopping Club online and send comments that way. I joined the club using the name "Jackie Goodsissy" and sent a comment explaining how Nadia had been very helpful. I mentioned that I was happy with my purchases and would recommend Dillards "to all my friends".

A short time later I was at that store in line with a few women behind me. When I stepped up to pay, the cashier looked at me and said, "Oh hi! Was it you that wrote that nice email?" I was thrilled and said that if it was from Jackie then yes, it was. She told me the manager loved it and printed it out for the bulletin board in the break room! The cashier (and it was not Nadia) spoke to me in a conversational voice that some of the women in line could surely hear. As I left, I was so proud that I could not stop smiling. How many people had become at least marginally aware of sissies in their world because of this?

Since then, I have joined more clubs including shopping clubs, a panty buyers club (buy 5 get 1 free) and a pantyhose club. I have more stories I could tell about those, but you get the idea. So, I think it is time to bring this series to an end. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed the writing. So one last time, thanks for reading!