Way back in the dark ages when I was a crossdresser I loved to shop. I still do but in those days there were certain things that I never gave a second thought to but now that I live as a female I have discovered the two items that most terrorize females when they need to buy them. First I think everyone has heard about and that is bathing suits. We fret about how much it shows and how it makes look fat but somehow we make it through. The other, well at least for me and a few friends I have heard talk about it is shopping for a new bra!
When I was just a CD bras seemed to last for years, then again I didn't wear them everyday, they weren's washed daily, and fit was more important as I only wore them a few hours. Also the comfort required back then was for two hunks of silicone, not my own flesh! Nowadays I need a bra, not that I am that big, but without one I look terrible in my opinion. Coming up on 6 years of HRT I have somewhat "developed" into between an A and B cup. I truly understand why Playtex calls them "Thank Goodness It Fits!" I can sometimes wear other bras as sizes in bras wander like they do on all clothes but a 36 Nearly B fits me everytime. My only issue is everytime I find a style that is comfortable, supportive, and cute they seem to discontinue it!
Well yesterday afternoon I broke down and headed out to buy a new bra as the ones I have been wearing are starting to wear out. I headed to the local Kohl's as they always have a good selection armed with the style number of my favorite bra. As there were none on the racks I asked the SA who checked and informed me that style was discontinued, just my luck! Saddened to learn this I started hunting the racks. I grabbed all 4 styles of soft cup bras in my size and headed to the fitting room. I tried each one on and found fault with each one although one was comfy and supportive but it was not very pretty so I set it aside. The SA suggested I try an underwire as there was more selection so as I started with 2 she kept brining me more. At least I found domething that met my needs.
In the end I bought two of the soft cup, sadly they only had them in white, and 3 of underwires in various colors. I went home and sat down and wrote a nasty note to Playtex about discontinuing my favorite bra, wonder if they will reply? Still it just amazes me how we girls put up with this, men don't have these issues with underwear. Boxer shorts are boxer shorts yet we women are subjected to the changing whims of fashion. Are we just too picky or are men just that "I could care less"?
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Dating in the Real World
Last night I had a date with a man, the first one I have had in a while. Berfore any of you gasp yes he knew I was a pre-op TS. I met him through a mutual friend so I figured it can't be that bad can it? God I forgot what a nightmare dating can be! It is not like I have ever dated that much but I don't remember it being such a royal pain! Like I said it had been a while, since I went on a date. In the beginning I dated a lot though a long term relationship seemed to end after 3 or 4 dates but the past year or so I hadn't been out at all. and frankly I was a bit reluctant to even go on this one.
It took me a while to get ready, including changing three times eventually ending up with the skirt and sweater I had first put on. Hey guys, we women are allowed to change our minds! Thankfully I had started early enough and was sitting in the living room when he rang the bell promptly at 7 as he said he would. I asked him if he wanted to come in for a glass of wine but he said we had dinner reservations. He was a gentleman and helped me into my wrap and off we went. As the entire evening progressed I discovered he was a perfect gentleman opening doors for me etc., but I digress.
We had dinner at a lovely restaurant not far from my place. I had eaten there before and loved the food there. As I stared at the menu I realized I was expecting this man to pay for my meal so I decided against an appetizer and ordered just a dinner. I am not much of a drinker so I nursed my galss of wine all the way through dinner until we had coffee after. I skipped on the dessert nt only to avoid looking like a gold digger but also those sweets go straight to my butt and it is big enough already! After dinner we went to a nice little pub he knew and talked, listened to the music, and even danced some. He seemed truly fascinated iwth my journey and how I got to where I am today.
At the beginning I found it tough to open to him but as the evening pregressed and my second glass of wine hit me I felt more at ease and relaxed. I even invited him in for a cup of coffee or a nightcap when he dropped me off but he declined as he knew I had to get up early for work. He did kiss me but that was as far as his advances went, a far cry from the last couple of first dates I have gone on.
I have discovered that dating as a single woman is tough. You have to look beautiful (well in my case as best as you can do), be a charming conversationalist, open to all sorts of restaurants and ideas, laugh at stale jokes, and even fight off advances. (Why do men assume all a TGurl wants from a date is sex?) This is the first "first" date I have actually enjoyed and I actually hope he calls me for a second one. There are gentleman out there ladies, I may have found one, and yes it was worth all the trouble.
It took me a while to get ready, including changing three times eventually ending up with the skirt and sweater I had first put on. Hey guys, we women are allowed to change our minds! Thankfully I had started early enough and was sitting in the living room when he rang the bell promptly at 7 as he said he would. I asked him if he wanted to come in for a glass of wine but he said we had dinner reservations. He was a gentleman and helped me into my wrap and off we went. As the entire evening progressed I discovered he was a perfect gentleman opening doors for me etc., but I digress.
We had dinner at a lovely restaurant not far from my place. I had eaten there before and loved the food there. As I stared at the menu I realized I was expecting this man to pay for my meal so I decided against an appetizer and ordered just a dinner. I am not much of a drinker so I nursed my galss of wine all the way through dinner until we had coffee after. I skipped on the dessert nt only to avoid looking like a gold digger but also those sweets go straight to my butt and it is big enough already! After dinner we went to a nice little pub he knew and talked, listened to the music, and even danced some. He seemed truly fascinated iwth my journey and how I got to where I am today.
At the beginning I found it tough to open to him but as the evening pregressed and my second glass of wine hit me I felt more at ease and relaxed. I even invited him in for a cup of coffee or a nightcap when he dropped me off but he declined as he knew I had to get up early for work. He did kiss me but that was as far as his advances went, a far cry from the last couple of first dates I have gone on.
I have discovered that dating as a single woman is tough. You have to look beautiful (well in my case as best as you can do), be a charming conversationalist, open to all sorts of restaurants and ideas, laugh at stale jokes, and even fight off advances. (Why do men assume all a TGurl wants from a date is sex?) This is the first "first" date I have actually enjoyed and I actually hope he calls me for a second one. There are gentleman out there ladies, I may have found one, and yes it was worth all the trouble.
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