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."
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Shopping For Panties ...For Sissies - What is the Best Place for a Sissy to Shop for Panties?
It is good for sissies to talk to other sissies so I am often in the "Sissy Chat" room at http://www.crossdresserchatcity.com If any of you sissies or women (or men too!) want to join in, be sure to say "Hi" to jackiesissy (that's me!).
Anyway, this budding sissy asked what might be a good next step for him in becoming feminized. The little sissy had recently moved into his own place and the only panties he had were ones he had "borrowed" (i.e. stolen). I suggested that he should go shopping for his own panties in public. That seemingly simple suggestion prompted a lot of discussion and gave me the idea to write this first of a "...for Sissies" series that I like to call "Shopping for Panties ...for Sissies". Part 1, "What is the best place for a sissy to shop for panties?"
Of course you could shop online and buy all the panties you want without having to go through the stress and exposure of shopping in a store. But the trouble is, you miss out on the thrill and exposure of shopping in a store! Shopping online accomplishes nothing, but shopping in a store is to publicly admit that you are a sissy. Plus, you get to see and feel (and maybe even try on!) all the pretty things before you buy.
The best place I have found for a sissy to shop for panties is the mall department store. My current favorite is JC Penney. I used to love Dillards but they are no longer open at my local mall. Department stores have a good selection as well as good prices. Lingerie stores like Victoria's Secret are nice but expensive, and the selection is more limited to the sexy panties for younger (and smaller) women. Discount stores like Wal-Mart are inexpensive but mostly lack quality and selection. And of course, there is the checkout problem.
At a discount store you have to take your selections to the front and stand in a long line of people with all kinds of things and buy a basket full of panties from a person used to ringing up a variety of items while people behind you observe everything that is scanned. But at a department store you can make your purchase right there in the lingerie section from a woman that sells panties all day and where the other customers are all buying lingerie. The lighting is softer and the people behind you in line are behind you, not beside you, giving a modicum of privacy. The department store purchasing experience is far more pleasant.
Another plus is the sales associates working in the lingerie section. I have found that without exception they really mean it when they ask, "May I help you?" If you are nervous or just want to look, the best response is a polite, "Not at the moment, I'm just browsing, thanks." You will see that she just accepts it as business as usual, which helps you to do the same. I'll talk more about interactions with the sales staff later.
So go to a mall or shopping center a little outside or your local area, enjoy walking around and shopping in various stores, and then go into the Penneys or Dillards or Macy's lingerie section, and enjoy shopping for panties!
Next issue: More on demeanor, interactions with staff, and how to relax and enjoy the experience in Part 2, "Act Natural, Everybody Knows the Panties are for You." Stay tuned!
Anyway, this budding sissy asked what might be a good next step for him in becoming feminized. The little sissy had recently moved into his own place and the only panties he had were ones he had "borrowed" (i.e. stolen). I suggested that he should go shopping for his own panties in public. That seemingly simple suggestion prompted a lot of discussion and gave me the idea to write this first of a "...for Sissies" series that I like to call "Shopping for Panties ...for Sissies". Part 1, "What is the best place for a sissy to shop for panties?"
Of course you could shop online and buy all the panties you want without having to go through the stress and exposure of shopping in a store. But the trouble is, you miss out on the thrill and exposure of shopping in a store! Shopping online accomplishes nothing, but shopping in a store is to publicly admit that you are a sissy. Plus, you get to see and feel (and maybe even try on!) all the pretty things before you buy.
The best place I have found for a sissy to shop for panties is the mall department store. My current favorite is JC Penney. I used to love Dillards but they are no longer open at my local mall. Department stores have a good selection as well as good prices. Lingerie stores like Victoria's Secret are nice but expensive, and the selection is more limited to the sexy panties for younger (and smaller) women. Discount stores like Wal-Mart are inexpensive but mostly lack quality and selection. And of course, there is the checkout problem.
At a discount store you have to take your selections to the front and stand in a long line of people with all kinds of things and buy a basket full of panties from a person used to ringing up a variety of items while people behind you observe everything that is scanned. But at a department store you can make your purchase right there in the lingerie section from a woman that sells panties all day and where the other customers are all buying lingerie. The lighting is softer and the people behind you in line are behind you, not beside you, giving a modicum of privacy. The department store purchasing experience is far more pleasant.
Another plus is the sales associates working in the lingerie section. I have found that without exception they really mean it when they ask, "May I help you?" If you are nervous or just want to look, the best response is a polite, "Not at the moment, I'm just browsing, thanks." You will see that she just accepts it as business as usual, which helps you to do the same. I'll talk more about interactions with the sales staff later.
So go to a mall or shopping center a little outside or your local area, enjoy walking around and shopping in various stores, and then go into the Penneys or Dillards or Macy's lingerie section, and enjoy shopping for panties!
Next issue: More on demeanor, interactions with staff, and how to relax and enjoy the experience in Part 2, "Act Natural, Everybody Knows the Panties are for You." Stay tuned!
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Miss Barbara's Husband Slowly Becomes Feminized
Even after all that had happened things continued on pretty much as normal. At least "normal" for a marriage in which the husband is addicted to pornography and is slowly being feminized. As for the porn habit, Miss Barbara somehow knew what to do, how to help me. I overcame that addiction and have been over it for years. And the truth is, I don't want to get into a lot of detail about it, for several reasons.
One, I want this blog to be more about becoming and being a sissy and not about getting over addiction to pornography. Another is that I am not interested in getting too "hard core" in my posts and going into detail would necessarily become more sexually explicit than I am comfortable with. And lastly, it is just embarrassing. I am embarrassed about the things I used to do and the failings and weaknesses involved, so I don't want to lay it all out here. True, because of the role it played in my becoming a sissy, it must be addressed to a certain extent, but the details are for other times and places.
Miss Barbara began a subtle and suggestion-based encouragement of my steps toward feminization. Like when she suggested that the best time to wear a bra was on weekends. It turned out she was right and it soon came to feel natural. When I said I was afraid a bra would show thorough my shirt, she suggested I wear a camisole over it. Soon I was wearing bras and camisoles most weekends, holidays, vacations.
One day we were in K-Mart of all places, walking by women's sleepwear when she said, "Do you think you might like to sleep in a nightie?" I was a surprised by the question but immediately knew that yes, I would probably love sleeping in a nightie! I ended up picking one out (baby blue nylon, sleeveless, knee-length), trying it out that night and have worn nighties to bed ever since. I have quite a few of them now, at least seven that I can think of, probably more.
And then of course, that first maid dress. There was a Fredrick's of Hollywood at the mall and as we were walking by it one day, this maid costume in the window caught my eye. Not a real maid dress but the cheap, sexy costume kind. I had barely seen it, not even had time to really think anything about it, and Barbara said, "Maybe something like that would be good for you, you know, for fun." I sort of laughed it off and said something about how that little thing would never fit me. She laughed too, but said something along the lines of, "No, not that one, but something like that. If you want to dress up it might as well be as something useful."
Over the next couple of weeks we decided that I could dress up as a maid at home, at times when Barbara was not there. And it was understood that I would do at least some household chores during the times I dressed up. We found a website (http://www.tipsuniforms.com/) and picked out a practical, if a bit stereotypical, black and white housekeeping dress and apron.
I don't remember exactly how we decided on the name to put in the ship-to address. I had always thought of myself, when I was feeling feminine, sort of in the image of one of my aunts. Her name was Jackie. So, first name, Jackie. Last name? I am honestly not sure how it came about. I remember telling Barbara that "Jackie Sissy" sounded too obvious and between us we somehow decided on the name to fill in.
And so it was about a week later a package arrived at our door. It was addressed to "Jackie Goodsissy".
One, I want this blog to be more about becoming and being a sissy and not about getting over addiction to pornography. Another is that I am not interested in getting too "hard core" in my posts and going into detail would necessarily become more sexually explicit than I am comfortable with. And lastly, it is just embarrassing. I am embarrassed about the things I used to do and the failings and weaknesses involved, so I don't want to lay it all out here. True, because of the role it played in my becoming a sissy, it must be addressed to a certain extent, but the details are for other times and places.
Miss Barbara began a subtle and suggestion-based encouragement of my steps toward feminization. Like when she suggested that the best time to wear a bra was on weekends. It turned out she was right and it soon came to feel natural. When I said I was afraid a bra would show thorough my shirt, she suggested I wear a camisole over it. Soon I was wearing bras and camisoles most weekends, holidays, vacations.
One day we were in K-Mart of all places, walking by women's sleepwear when she said, "Do you think you might like to sleep in a nightie?" I was a surprised by the question but immediately knew that yes, I would probably love sleeping in a nightie! I ended up picking one out (baby blue nylon, sleeveless, knee-length), trying it out that night and have worn nighties to bed ever since. I have quite a few of them now, at least seven that I can think of, probably more.
And then of course, that first maid dress. There was a Fredrick's of Hollywood at the mall and as we were walking by it one day, this maid costume in the window caught my eye. Not a real maid dress but the cheap, sexy costume kind. I had barely seen it, not even had time to really think anything about it, and Barbara said, "Maybe something like that would be good for you, you know, for fun." I sort of laughed it off and said something about how that little thing would never fit me. She laughed too, but said something along the lines of, "No, not that one, but something like that. If you want to dress up it might as well be as something useful."
Over the next couple of weeks we decided that I could dress up as a maid at home, at times when Barbara was not there. And it was understood that I would do at least some household chores during the times I dressed up. We found a website (http://www.tipsuniforms.com/) and picked out a practical, if a bit stereotypical, black and white housekeeping dress and apron.
I don't remember exactly how we decided on the name to put in the ship-to address. I had always thought of myself, when I was feeling feminine, sort of in the image of one of my aunts. Her name was Jackie. So, first name, Jackie. Last name? I am honestly not sure how it came about. I remember telling Barbara that "Jackie Sissy" sounded too obvious and between us we somehow decided on the name to fill in.
And so it was about a week later a package arrived at our door. It was addressed to "Jackie Goodsissy".
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)