“The very first pair of shoes I bought, I bought at a store, I did it on Halloween – or the week before Halloween. That was my cover. It was the kind of place where you could try on the shoes right there. You didn’t have to get a salesperson to get them for you. I’m looking around, at the end of the lane somewhere so no one’s going to see me, and someone did come. “Can I help you?” I’m like, oh, my god. I must’ve turned white. I didn’t have a girl persona to rely on at that point. My hair was short. I didn’t have anything, really. But now… it’s easy.” – Claire Black (Janie)
Sharing and swapping shopping stories would be a great way spend an evening with friends… and a bottle of wine.
The one time I’ve been shopping in femme mode, a very nice, somewhat older, sales lady helped me look for and try on skirts in a department store. She was very helpful. I tried on 3 or 4, including one long, earth-toned plaid that went fabulously with the dark brown boots I was wearing. Unfortunately, they did not have my size. I ended up buying a short denim number, size 6!!!
I then walked down the mall to a shoe store where I stood almost drooling over a pair of chocolate brown patent peep toes with the wood/cork look sole and heel that were popular a while back. A sales girl came up behind me and asked if I needed any help. When I turned and said “no thanks”, you should have seen her expression.Total shock is the only way I could describe it. Oh well, so much for passing. She immediately turned and practically ran into the stock room. I wanted to bust out laughing, but I just quietly left. It was hilarious!
Funny how the first lady had no clue, until I gave her my credit card with my male name. She asked about the name, kinda read it back to me, but didn’t flinch. The second girl read me right away and didn’t know what to do.
I think age, and maturity were major factors in both responses.
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Sharing and swapping shopping stories would be a great way spend an evening with friends… and a bottle of wine.
The one time I’ve been shopping in femme mode, a very nice, somewhat older, sales lady helped me look for and try on skirts in a department store. She was very helpful. I tried on 3 or 4, including one long, earth-toned plaid that went fabulously with the dark brown boots I was wearing. Unfortunately, they did not have my size. I ended up buying a short denim number, size 6!!!
I then walked down the mall to a shoe store where I stood almost drooling over a pair of chocolate brown patent peep toes with the wood/cork look sole and heel that were popular a while back. A sales girl came up behind me and asked if I needed any help. When I turned and said “no thanks”, you should have seen her expression.Total shock is the only way I could describe it. Oh well, so much for passing. She immediately turned and practically ran into the stock room. I wanted to bust out laughing, but I just quietly left. It was hilarious!
Funny how the first lady had no clue, until I gave her my credit card with my male name. She asked about the name, kinda read it back to me, but didn’t flinch. The second girl read me right away and didn’t know what to do.
I think age, and maturity were major factors in both responses.