I've mentioned them before so you may have guessed that my favorite panties are the Vanity Fair Perfectly Yours Lace Nouveau. I love the fit and the silky feel of the fabric. Plus the lace insets are just so sissy. Well, take a look at the product page for these panties at Belk.com...
Vanity Fair Perfectly Yours Lace Nouveau at Belks
Scroll down a little to the reviews, see the one, "Most Comfy Panties Ever"? See who the author is? That's right, it is little old me, Jackiesissy!
I tried a couple of other reviews, more obviously sissy or man-in-panties oriented, but they didn't get published (wonder why?). It has given me ideas though, maybe a way to have some happy sissy fun, reviewing products on department store sites. Want to join in on the fun? Join department store sites and try to get your own sissy reviews published.
Let me know if you have any success!
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
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!
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!
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Shopping For Panties ...For Sissies - Of Course You Can Try it On! A Sissy's Fondest Shopping Memories
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!
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!
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