Writing the series "Shopping For Panties ...For Sissies" naturally lead to some pleasant memories of my own shopping experiences. So in this issue I would like to relate a few them and illustrate how the right attitude can bring the sissy pleasant shopping experiences. With that in mind, here is Part 4 of the series which I call "Of Course You Can Try in On! A Sissy's Fondest Shopping Memories."
I have already mentioned the earliest experience that comes to mind. Miss Barbara and I were at J. C. Penney and I was happy she was with me because I was still nervous about shopping for myself. She picked out a lovely string bikini panty with two pretty flowers where the "string" part meets the "bikini" part. I liked them and I picked out a pair for myself, only hers was size 3 and mine was size 6. When we were checking out, the sales associate mentioned what she thought was a mistake and pointed out the size difference between the two. Miss Barb said, "No, there's no mistake, these are for me and those are for him." I must have turned bright red as the cashier looked at me and said, "Oh, I see."
Later I told Miss Barbara I couldn't believe she had said that. She asked, "Why not? What was I supposed to say?" She went on to explain that since I would be shopping for panties, among other things, for myself, that people, and especially sales associates, were going to know I was a sissy. I might as well accept it and get used to it. And of course, as usual, she was right.
That advice came in handy soon after when I was shopping at Macys. I was browsing a rack of Vanity Fair panties and glanced up just in time to see two young women quickly look away and melt into giggles. I felt very embarrassed and my first instinct was to get out of there fast. But then I thought about what Miss Barb had said. I realized they knew I was shopping for panties for myself. After all, no man would buy the style I was looking at for a woman. What else would they think? So I decided to just accept it. I picked out a bunch of colorful full-cut nylon briefs (buy three get one free!) and carried them right past the table of sexy little panties where the women were standing. I could hear them talking and giggling as I paid. As I walked away with my purchase I thought I heard the phrase, "...must be some kind of sissy," and then more giggling. But I already knew I am some kind of sissy! And after that, I wasn't so worried about others knowing it too.
Not being worried about strangers knowing you are a sissy can lead to things you never dreamed of. For instance, Miss Barbara told me I should wear a camisole over the bra under some of my shirts so one Friday I went by Dillards after work to look for one. I was a regular in the lingerie section of this particular store. The sales associate once even said to me, "Oh good! Whenever I see you here I know its Friday!" Well, I found a style I liked but could not tell which size would fit... 38? 40? 42? I decided to buy several and return the ones that didn't fit.
I went to the counter with the camisoles and the sales associate asked, "Did you find everything you need?" I said something like, "I think so..." but she must have noticed something in my voice because she asked if there was anything she could help me with. Knowing that she knew I was a sissy, and noticing there were no other customers in the department, I decided to take a chance. I said, "Would it be okay if I... tried these on?" A look of surprise flitted across her face but disappeared in an instant and she said, "Of course you can try them on!" and directed me to the fitting rooms.
I was in sissy heaven! I tried them on, found the perfect size, and took three camisoles to the counter for purchase. When she was ringing them up, she said, "If you ever need anything, just ask because I don't have any problem with it." How awesome was that?! And it was true. Over the next few months she helped me with several things including finding sizes and showing me these great gel inserts that go in bras and give extra cup size.
So remember, accept that customers and cashiers already know you are a sissy and just have fun!
Next issue: I think next time I will finish up this series with a few closing thoughts and bits of advice. So keep reading for "Shopping For Panties ...For Sissies - Closing Thoughts and Bits of Advice" (unless I think of a better title before then!) Thanks so much for reading!
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Shopping For Panties ...For Sissies - A Sissy's Guide To How Not To Shop For Panties
So we talked about the best places to shop for panties and about how to be natural and enjoy the pleasures of shopping. My mental audience has been the "new" sissy just going out shopping for panties those first times. I wish I could have read those posts before I went shopping for panties that first time. Why? Well that leads me to Part 3 of the series, "A Sissy's Guide to How Not to Shop for Panties."
This happened before Miss Barbara knew I was a sissy when I was still wearing panties in secret. I was travelling for work, and decided it would be fun to buy a bunch of panties to see which ones I liked and which sizes were best. Plus I knew it would be fun to play in my panties in my room and wear them to work (actually it was a class) too.
I decided to go to a Walmart on the drive out of town and buy my panties there. I told myself to relax and act natural, but it didn't help. I kept having those, "What if somebody sees me? What if they know I am buying panties for myself?" thoughts. So yes, I was nervous, but I managed to overcome it and go into the store.
I didn't hesitate once I was there. I got a cart and went right to the lingerie section. There were a couple of women working there, arranging things, stocking the racks and tables, things like that. Also, other shoppers, women of course, came in and out while I was there. I tried to act casually but I also tried to stay away from other customers and the employees. That probably made me stand out more than if I could have just relaxed, but I couldn't help it.
So I started looking at the panties. And there were so many of them! It was a pretty panty wonderland! I didn't know where to start. I looked at the different styles and decided to try a few different ones in different sizes and started putting some into my cart. I was getting more relaxed but then I noticed the the employees in the section talking to each other and looking at me. It may have been my imagination, but it got me nervous all over again. I put a few more in the cart and got out of there.
But then I had to pay for my selections. The store was busy with lines at every cash register. I walked back and forth a couple of times looking for a good place to check out. I didn't want to go to a male cashier. But then again, I didn't know if I wanted to go to a young woman or an older one. I ended up in the line of a small middle-aged woman.
Standing there, I realized how obviously full of panties my cart was and hoped the people in front would not turn around and notice. Most of the time, when the person in front of you is paying, you start putting your things on the conveyor, but I was afraid to do that with people all around. After the person in front of me paid, I started unloading. It seemed like a hundred pairs! I started putting them on the belt, panties and more panties. Different styles, colors, fabrics and so obviously panties. I thought I heard somebody behind me in line whisper and even laugh but I was too embarrassed to look in that direction.
The cashier was a little Hispanic woman and after she scanned about three panties she paused with a funny look on her face, looked at me and said (heavily accented), "Are these all yours?" I was totally stunned and didn't know what to say. I don't remember what I did say but I certainly did NOT play it very cool. She continued scanning the panties.
And then, horror of horrors, there was a pair of panties with no price tag! I thought for a second that she was going to get on the microphone, "Price check, aisle 2!" I said, "I think they are the same price as those." She looked at me a second and scanned the other panties again and said, "Next time make sure they all have tags." And then I was out of there with all my pretty panties!
So I had my panties and I did have a very fun trip. Some of those panties were surely among those found soon after by Barb during the hurricane evacuation. The shopping was exciting, true, but it would have been so much more pleasant if I had been able to read those last two entries!
Next issue: Some of my best interactions with sales associates! Stick around for, "Yes You Can Try it On - A Sissy's Fondest Shopping Memories" (or something like that!)
This happened before Miss Barbara knew I was a sissy when I was still wearing panties in secret. I was travelling for work, and decided it would be fun to buy a bunch of panties to see which ones I liked and which sizes were best. Plus I knew it would be fun to play in my panties in my room and wear them to work (actually it was a class) too.
I decided to go to a Walmart on the drive out of town and buy my panties there. I told myself to relax and act natural, but it didn't help. I kept having those, "What if somebody sees me? What if they know I am buying panties for myself?" thoughts. So yes, I was nervous, but I managed to overcome it and go into the store.
I didn't hesitate once I was there. I got a cart and went right to the lingerie section. There were a couple of women working there, arranging things, stocking the racks and tables, things like that. Also, other shoppers, women of course, came in and out while I was there. I tried to act casually but I also tried to stay away from other customers and the employees. That probably made me stand out more than if I could have just relaxed, but I couldn't help it.
So I started looking at the panties. And there were so many of them! It was a pretty panty wonderland! I didn't know where to start. I looked at the different styles and decided to try a few different ones in different sizes and started putting some into my cart. I was getting more relaxed but then I noticed the the employees in the section talking to each other and looking at me. It may have been my imagination, but it got me nervous all over again. I put a few more in the cart and got out of there.
But then I had to pay for my selections. The store was busy with lines at every cash register. I walked back and forth a couple of times looking for a good place to check out. I didn't want to go to a male cashier. But then again, I didn't know if I wanted to go to a young woman or an older one. I ended up in the line of a small middle-aged woman.
Standing there, I realized how obviously full of panties my cart was and hoped the people in front would not turn around and notice. Most of the time, when the person in front of you is paying, you start putting your things on the conveyor, but I was afraid to do that with people all around. After the person in front of me paid, I started unloading. It seemed like a hundred pairs! I started putting them on the belt, panties and more panties. Different styles, colors, fabrics and so obviously panties. I thought I heard somebody behind me in line whisper and even laugh but I was too embarrassed to look in that direction.
The cashier was a little Hispanic woman and after she scanned about three panties she paused with a funny look on her face, looked at me and said (heavily accented), "Are these all yours?" I was totally stunned and didn't know what to say. I don't remember what I did say but I certainly did NOT play it very cool. She continued scanning the panties.
And then, horror of horrors, there was a pair of panties with no price tag! I thought for a second that she was going to get on the microphone, "Price check, aisle 2!" I said, "I think they are the same price as those." She looked at me a second and scanned the other panties again and said, "Next time make sure they all have tags." And then I was out of there with all my pretty panties!
So I had my panties and I did have a very fun trip. Some of those panties were surely among those found soon after by Barb during the hurricane evacuation. The shopping was exciting, true, but it would have been so much more pleasant if I had been able to read those last two entries!
Next issue: Some of my best interactions with sales associates! Stick around for, "Yes You Can Try it On - A Sissy's Fondest Shopping Memories" (or something like that!)
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Shopping For Panties ...For Sissies - Just Relax, Everybody Knows the Panties are for You
Last time, we talked about where to shop for panties for sissies, especially sissies just starting out buying their own things. My opinion is that department store lingerie sections are the best option. But even then, a sissy male first shopping for herself is often nervous. That leads me to Part 2 of my series which I call, "Just Relax, Everybody Knows the Panties are for You."
It is natural to be nervous when you first start shopping for your own panties, but why? It often can be summed up by, "I'm afraid that the cashier and other shoppers will know I am shopping for myself." Well, that is nothing to worry about, because they almost certainly do know you are shopping for yourself, if they think about it at all. When you go into a lingerie department and start browsing the panties, you are pretty much admitting to it. Men might shop for lingerie for their lovers at Victorias Secret or Fredricks, but seldom at Penneys or Macys.
It is best just to assume that everyone who sees you knows you are shopping for yourself, and that they don't care. Both things are most likely true. Doing this allows you to relax and enjoy your shopping. In my experience, other shoppers barely take notice at all most of the time. They are absorbed in their own shopping and purchasing. I do try not to crowd women shoppers in the lingerie department, I don't want to appear "creepy" or anything.
Surely the cashier knows you are browsing the Vanity Fair full-cut nylon briefs (for instance) because you wear them yourself. No man would buy panties like that for a lover. So she knows you wear panties, so what? Just browse whatever you are interested in. Her main interest is that you buy something.
We talked a little about sales associates last time and what to say if you just want to browse in private. Usually the associate will say something like, "Just let me know if you need anything." One of the best ways to feel at home shopping for panties is to let her help you. You will be surprised how easy it is to say, "Do you have this in a size 7?" And how courteous and helpful her response will be, just like it is with every potential paying customer.
The cashier/sales associate will treat you just like you belong in the lingerie department, shopping for panties. And you do belong there, after all, you are a sissy! And when you check out, you should understand that she knows you are buying panties are for yourself. What else would she think when a male buys eight panties of different types? She will ring them up, take your money (which you should have easily accessible, no fumbling for a wallet), bag your purchases (sometimes even fold them!) and give them to you, with a smile on her face the whole time. Best of all, she will thank you for shopping in their store.
In short, everyone knows the panties are for you, and they mostly don't give it a second thought. And that is wonderful! So relax and enjoy your shopping experience.
Next issue: The first time I went shopping for panties, it was not pretty! Stay tuned for, "A Sissy's Guide to How Not to Shop for Panties."
It is natural to be nervous when you first start shopping for your own panties, but why? It often can be summed up by, "I'm afraid that the cashier and other shoppers will know I am shopping for myself." Well, that is nothing to worry about, because they almost certainly do know you are shopping for yourself, if they think about it at all. When you go into a lingerie department and start browsing the panties, you are pretty much admitting to it. Men might shop for lingerie for their lovers at Victorias Secret or Fredricks, but seldom at Penneys or Macys.
It is best just to assume that everyone who sees you knows you are shopping for yourself, and that they don't care. Both things are most likely true. Doing this allows you to relax and enjoy your shopping. In my experience, other shoppers barely take notice at all most of the time. They are absorbed in their own shopping and purchasing. I do try not to crowd women shoppers in the lingerie department, I don't want to appear "creepy" or anything.
Surely the cashier knows you are browsing the Vanity Fair full-cut nylon briefs (for instance) because you wear them yourself. No man would buy panties like that for a lover. So she knows you wear panties, so what? Just browse whatever you are interested in. Her main interest is that you buy something.
We talked a little about sales associates last time and what to say if you just want to browse in private. Usually the associate will say something like, "Just let me know if you need anything." One of the best ways to feel at home shopping for panties is to let her help you. You will be surprised how easy it is to say, "Do you have this in a size 7?" And how courteous and helpful her response will be, just like it is with every potential paying customer.
The cashier/sales associate will treat you just like you belong in the lingerie department, shopping for panties. And you do belong there, after all, you are a sissy! And when you check out, you should understand that she knows you are buying panties are for yourself. What else would she think when a male buys eight panties of different types? She will ring them up, take your money (which you should have easily accessible, no fumbling for a wallet), bag your purchases (sometimes even fold them!) and give them to you, with a smile on her face the whole time. Best of all, she will thank you for shopping in their store.
In short, everyone knows the panties are for you, and they mostly don't give it a second thought. And that is wonderful! So relax and enjoy your shopping experience.
Next issue: The first time I went shopping for panties, it was not pretty! Stay tuned for, "A Sissy's Guide to How Not to Shop for Panties."
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