By Dee
Coming Out of the Cocoon–Day 4
When I took off my new favorite dress the night before, I realized the seam on one of the sides had separated for about 1 1/2 inches. I called Nordstrom in the morning, talked to Falon (the SA from the day before), and she asked if I would bring it in and she would have their alteration team do the fixes.
What to wear was a pretty simple answer; the other dress I bought yesterday, the long sleeve one. Today I would wear them with my booties, whether it “worked” or not (I wanted to wear them somewhere, plus the heel is lower so my feet wouldn’t hurt as much–at the end of September I ran/walked a marathon, but walking in heels on Tuesday and Wednesday was still killing my calves). Falon liked the booties, and said they worked better with the long sleeve dress than the short sleeve one.
I gave the dress to Falon and she took it to get fixed and I was roaming looking at dresses, when the other SA Karla walked up and said hi. She said if it wasn’t for the dress, she wouldn’t have known it was me (she thought I was a GG). I asked her if she really thought that, and she said yes. Not sure she was straight with me, but I’ll take what I can get. Both Falon and Karla said I looked good in the dress. I showed them a picture on my phone of the red shoes with bows I had tried on the day before, and they said they were too cute, but I told them they were too small.
I told Falon about the email I sent her (she hadn’t read it) and I told her I said she owed a hug from me to Diamond, because she had gotten two yesterday, and she said she was going to get another one. We talked about the conversation with her supervisor (Christine), and that Christine was crying when she talked with me yesterday (happy crying, that is). I told Falon I thought she was tearing up yesterday, and she said she was. The amazing thing about this–and it’s bringing me chills as I type this–is they did all they could to make me happy, and they ended up happy too.
I told them about my wife issue, and said it was worth it. They also said any time I wanted to come back, I was welcome. I said I will need to smooth some things over, but I would like that and would look forward to it (and I did).
Falon suggested I walk around the mall, so I did. I went to Macy’s, didn’t really look at much, but felt comfortable. I went to Sephora and Zach, who had arranged the makeover, was there and he said (and a couple of the SAs said also) that I looked good. One said if I did it myself (I did) that I did a good job. I told them the reason I was in again was to show my new dresses, and as I wanted to show off the other dress, I went back to Nordstrom to use a room and change into the now fixed dress.
I did, and returned to Sephora, and Zach said the dress suited me well. Another SA said she really liked the dress too (hint: so did I).
Back to the car, with one more mission. I printed out a photo of me in the dress, and wrote a note to Cailee, the nail tech. I stopped by Beauty Brands, and as she wasn’t there, I left the note and the photo. I wrote I hoped her reaction was OMG, and gave her my CD email address (note: I have since seen her a couple of times).
I returned home and tried to delay the inevitable. Take off the makeup, the nail polish (boo hoo; loved the nails), the wig and the dress and go outside and rake some leaves, and become the boy me again. I knew my wife would get home around 6, and I didn’t know what her reaction would be (at the time, we had known each other for 31 years, and been married 24). I had gotten the cold shoulder before (on other issues) so I hope the quiet period is shorter rather than longer (note: as it turned out, she was somewhat accepting, and although she doesn’t like me going out, she doesn’t stop me or fuss a lot).
Regardless, I had this many regrets: ZERO.
I’d known my wife was going away for these three days for about two months. During that time, I thought about the things I could do and whether I have the gumption to actually go out an do it. I planned it out in my head a thousand times.
And do you know what surprised me?
It wasn’t how much fun it was trying on the dresses, or getting the makeover, or buying the wig, or walking the mall confidently in a beautiful dress.
It was the absolute joy of interacting with the sales agents, talking about why I crossdress, opening to them, and in turn their acceptance of me. I’m a private person normally (I’m the typical accountant), but while all of the girly stuff was really fun, it was the interaction that was truly rewarding. And it was that way from the start to the finish.
Look at the smile on Falon’s face in the selfie. That ain’t fake. She really enjoyed working with me. You can’t guess how good that makes me feel; more than any dress, or heels, or makeup. Or hearing that her supervisor was tearing up when I was complimenting her team. Wow.
The human side was the real surprise. That was the 10.
I took off the clothes, but I got to keep the feelings. That’s a pretty good trade.
Thanks for taking the ride with me. I hope I’ve talked at least one of you a little further out the door.
And yes, I got that last hug.
I’ve gotten incredibly lazy without having to post on Sunday’s for quite some time! Thanks Dee, I both appreciated the break and your wonderful stories and exciting adventures.
from Kandi's Land https://kandis328772669.wordpress.com/2019/12/22/my-coming-out-part-4/
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