I had quite the incredible last twenty four hours, let me tell you all about it! Last night I tried using Nair to remove my belly, chest and thigh hair. I have had a rough time in those areas with shaving and waxing, many ingrown hairs and rashes and a fair bit of pain to go with. Not to mention the fact that the hair returns so rapidly and in the case of shaving it comes back sharp and prickly. I will save the shaving for my armpits and face for now as they seem to be the only places I don't feel comfortable using a chemical hair removal system. So needless to say I was feeling ultra sexy and as feminine as a girl can feel with all my soft hairless skin. So I decided that I would dress the way I was feeling and put on my skirt and my stockings and went to take Miss Holly for a walk around the block. We ended up travelling about five or six blocks as I tried to satisfy my desire to be outside en femme, walking the streets wrapped in my long red coat with the cool wind blowing on my soft bare legs. I returned home invigorated and feeling confidant and relaxed yet also very excited to be Kitten.
Me, I was ready to stay in and watch a movie and get frisky, my lady love though was feeling drained after an especially hard day and needed to nap awhile before she could do anything more. I did some writing and some reading and then Toad woke up needing his diaper changed which was when I discovered that we were nearly out of diapers. My girl asked me what was up and I told her about the diapers and toads issues, she suggested that I might go out to buy some more. At first I replied,"But I am as Kitten as I get right now!", or something to that effect, thinking that I couldn't possibly walk to the store alone as Kitten. Within a short period of time though I had gotten enough courage to make the short journey to Shoppers to buy diapers. I touched up my makeup and worked on my hair as best as I could and put on a coat then off I went!
As I approached the store I tried to get to the entrance by way of the darkest route so as to avoid being "spotted", though there was really noone around to see me anyway. I was feeling quite out in the open as I was bathed in the stark flourescent lights that illuminate the stores interior and exterior, so I decided I might as well get my ass in the store so I did not seem out of place hanging out in front. I walked in and noticed that there were very few customers, a handfull of individual shoppers 3 men and a woman I believe were spread throughout the store and there appeared to be only two staff and one pharmascist on duty. I walked briskly to the farthest aisle looking pointedly at the products that were on the shelves, turning my head away from the clerk and avoiding an aisle that had a man coming in my direction. When I reached the last aisle I realized that the only diapers there were the adult kind, which I thought was a little odd that they did not keep all the diapers in the same "household items" aisle. So I had to search.
As I searched I became more relaxed, the store was quiet with the pharmascist in the back sorting pills and the footsteps of the few customers being the only sounds I heard. I began to think of the huge selection of makeup the store had and as I walked down one aisle I noticed all the hair accessories and some jewelry.
I realized that noone was going to paying me much attention and even if they were to, it really didn't matter as I was in no danger of being run out of the store. I decided that I might as well browse around and see what I might purchase for myself while I was there. I spent some time in the hair accessory aisle looking for nice clips and elastics, then I remembered that I had seen much better prices for basically the same items at other shops so I carried on. I found the diapers and spent five minutes deciding which brand and which size and which quantity to buy, who knew there were so many! Then with my diapers under one arm I decided to enter the brightest and most open section of the store, the makeup counter area. As I came up the aisle a man came around the corner of the neighboring aisle, I quickly turned to look at the various hair dyes and waited for him to pass. I was looking very feminine but was still somewhat selfconcious, particularly of my hair, so I wanted to avoid any direct interaction with any customers. After he passed on his way I slowly made my way up the aisle, looking at the various eyeliners, lipsticks, nailpolishes, foundations, blushes, it was a veritable cornicopia of femininity.
I compared the prices and qualities of some lipliners, testing them on the back of my hand as I had read was the proper way to compare with your skin tone. I selected a light pink one that went well with my favorite color of lipstick. I found a matching pink eye liner that I also had to compare with the myriad others until I was satified that it was the one I liked. Lastly I was taken by the image of a womans lips that shone and sparkled, "metallic shine lipstick" the photo proclaimed, I couldn't pass by without testing 3-4 shades on my hand, I settled on a darker shade than any I currently had at home, and decided that I should make my way to the counter before I went overboard and bought a whole set of new colors. I browsed around a bit and hung back while a couple came into the store and walked past me to a shelf near the till. I walked up to the counter and placed my purchases on the counter, looking directly at the woman who was working that evening.
She appeared to be around forty and looked very bored and tired, She glanced at me and proceeded to ask me how I was while she rang my items through, I responded in my best feminine voice, which isn't that great, that I was fine and inquired about her night. She barely spared me another glance and said she was alright and had just started a short while earlier. I felt nearly invisible, (perhaps passable?) which seems to be common when dealing with most retail staff these days. At this time the couple who had come in stepped up behind me and stood chatting as they waited for their turn. I wondered to myself whether they had any idea that I was not what I appeared to be and decided that they sounded too casual to have noticed anything about me. I assumed that if they had they would either be silent and sharing looks or whispering; who knows though, perhaps they are not new to transvestites and just did not give a damn! I think I make a much bigger deal of it than most anyone really would, I half expect people to point and laugh or yell at me, when more likely if they even had a problem with me they would probably simply ignore me.
The clerk told me the total and I offered my interact card, at this point she looked at me and a look passed over her face that said that she was not sure what it was but she sensed something was unusual about me. I am not sure it was recognition but she had a suspicion. She barely skipped a beat though and said, "Interact, alright, here is the pin pad," and handed me the device.I felt her sizing me up, assessing me, though that may have been in my pretty little head as she never once showed any overt signs of recognition. She said that my purchase had gone through held out my bag of makeup and wished me a pleasant evening. I picked the package of diapers off the counter, said thank you and a pleasant evening to you and I was out the door with a swish of my skirt. A few steps from the entrance I realized that I really wanted a cigar for my walk home to celebrate my first shopping outing on my own, I am quitting but I find reasons to have occassional relapses, I thought this was a good reason. I turned walked inthe door again and walked directly to the counter, far more confidant than when I had initally entered the store. I looked the clerk inthe eye and said "Oh, I completely forgot, could I please have a single colt cigar please?"
This time I think my voice may have tipped the scales as she gave me a knowing sort of look and said, "No problem, a single, and is that it?" I was sort of hoping she might ask me for ID as I was curious to see what kind of reaction I would get from someone seeing my ID while I was dressed en femme. My photo is of me when I had a full beard and to look at it and to look at me, I imagine my eyes are probably the only way to tell that I am the person on the card. Unfortunately she did not, she just passed me the cigar, rang it up and I dug some change out of my wallet. She gave me a friendly look and said goodnight again and I was out in the cold night air again.
I lingered a little in front of the store, no longer self concious, now very self confidant. I unwrapped the cigar and lit it thinking about whether to take the same side street route home or whether I should travel the main well lit street instead. It was no contest, I strode down the main street, practicing my walk and held my head up high. I was exhilarated! On the first block I passed a man who did not even look up from the sidewalk, as I reached the second block I pased a couple who only glanced at me, I smiled but they barely even acknowledged me, they seemed to be having an small arguement. As I crossed the street on the last leg of my journey I made direct eye contact with a girl heading in the direction I had just come, she gave me an odd sort of look that was neither friendly nor unfriendly, I saw her glance at my body, as if to check me out and then she took on a distant sort of look as we passed one another. At the time I assumed that she had read me for a crossdresser, though in hindsight she had more of a look of a woman who was checking the competition, or assessing my style. I will go with that, I like the idea of being looked at as competition by pretty young girls, it speaks volumes about my own appeal.
I made it home and took off my coat and shoes and smiled to myself. My first foray into the streets alone and I had completed my mission without a hitch. Heck I had even managed to get three items of makeup for about $18.00, which is often the price of just one! I really love the color I found for the lipstick as well, I have been using it predominately ever since. I have since gone out looking for jewelry and accessories on my own, and am hoping to go out again soon, perhaps to get coffee and sit in a restaurant and write or read. My fiancee and I went to dinner, karaokee, and even to vote together over this past week, but that is a whole other blog.
Purrrrrrrrrr,
Kitten.
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