On September 23rd, Marilyn decided to get her first dress. She’ld waiting for a long time or should I say I’ve been waiting for a long time? Perhaps an introduction is in order. My legal name is Jason Jones. However I’m also Marilyn. Yes, I’m a man that likes to cross dress. My life is currently a disaster. It’s a long story, one I need to finish writing. However we’re getting off track.
Currently I live with my mom. It isn’t a pleasant experience. She says she loves me, yet tells me I’m mentally ill for cross dressing. It tears me apart. Why the 23rd? My mom wasn’t home that’s why! I walked to Lane Bryant. Yes, I said walked. It was hot outside so I stopped at Wal-Mart to buy a drink. I remember I was in my camouflage shorts and a Snoopy t-shirt. Probably not something most cross dressers would wear. I’ve never worried about men’s fashion however. Finally I made it to the store, I walked in, here goes nothing!
There weren’t very many people in the store which I was thankful for. I wondered the store looking for dresses. There weren’t many dresses, possibly due to the time of year. I found a sweater dress I like finally. I wondered near the cash registers and ask if it was all right if I tried it on. The sales lady grabbed the keys to the dressing room and walked me over to one of the doors. She knocked on it, checking if anyone was in the small room. Then, she opened the door so I could go in. I took off my shorts and t-shirt and tried the dress on in my boxers. It was a strange experience. I could other women talking. The dress fit, I looked a little pregnant in it do to be being overweight. It was discouraging, but it was a dress!
I found some Spanx by looking at the weight and height measurements on the package. Then another sales lady ask me if I needed a room, I said no since I had my dress. Somewhere in the process I started looking at panties. I explained to the sales lady that I wasn’t sure what size I was. She ask me what the size of the dress was. I had to tell her that due to my shoulders the dress was a bigger size, but my waist was much smaller. She looked me over and said “You look my size, which is a 18.” I bought one pair of 14/16 panties and three of 18/20. It was cheaper to by four due to the pricing.
I went to pay for my items; I was starting to lease nervous. I notice the sales lady. She was chubby and cute! She asks me for my phone number, address and if I wanted to apply for a credit card. I gave her all the information and applied for a credit card, why not? As was ringing me up she asks me if I had found everything I wanted. I told her I wanted one more thing, but wasn’t sure on the size of it either. As she rang up the panties, she said I love purple too! I explained that I was color blind and wasn’t sure if they were blue or purple. This seemed to surprise her, but she was friendly and smiling. After what felt like forever she had me rung up, as I paid for my items I said “Is there a good time to get measured for a bra?” Or words like that. She surprised me and said she could do it right then. She told me to hold up my hand above my head while she tightened the measuring tape around me. She bumped against me which was nice for me. She measured in a few places; ask me to breathe in and out. I said some like “I know this is weird.” She told me there were other guys that had come in before and it wasn’t a big deal. Then she gave me my bra size, 44 b or 42c she said. I ask her to write it down for me which she did.
I walked out of the store pretty happy, even though I still had to walk home. I had turned the pedometer app on when I left home and wondered how far I would end up walking. I walked over to Wal-Mart and bought another drink and a bra. I went to the 20 items or less line, but the person in front of me apparently couldn’t count. They had a cart full of groceries. When they paid, they didn’t have enough money in their account and had to take some items off after calling their bank. The cashier rolled her eyes while they called and I tried not to laugh. Finally it was my turn the cashier scanned the drink and the bra. Then she said something like “I like your shirt sweetheart.” I said thanks and started walking home.
It felt longer on the way home. A truck passed me and I think yelled something about Lane Bryant being expensive and probably making fun of me. I had to agree that Lane Bryant is kind of expensive and shrugged the rest off.
After what felt like a very long time I got back home. My feet were sore, I looked at the pedometer, five miles, no wonder. I wasn’t used to walking. I took a shower; I didn’t want to get my dress messy! Then I got dressed, starting with the bra and panties. I was happy on the panties I was the 14/16 size. I also put on the bra, then the Spanx, pantyhose, and finally the dress.
I grabbed my video camera and put it on the tripod. Then I filmed myself in my dress and also painted my finger nails. After which I uploaded it to YouTube. I went on Google plus while it uploaded and started posting as usual, only in drag. I stayed in my dress as long as I could. It was about eight pm by now and I hadn’t eaten. I didn’t want to get my dress dirty, plus my mom would be home somewhat soon. So, I changed back into some other clothes. I hung up my dress in the closet and eat my pizza.
What a day! I will admit I was saddened by the fact that I had to change back and even considered meeting my mom in drag. I didn’t, I didn’t want to be lectured for what felt like hours on how I was destroying my life. I hope I can dress up again!