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!
Love,
Marilyn
