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I went grocery shopping yesterday. When I checked out I went to Libby's line, even though it was the longest line in the store. That is because
I know her well and she is my favorite cashier. Evidently a lot of other people's favorite too.

At the time I was wearing black tank top, with Victoria's Secret "Pink" lettering front and back. On the bottom I was wearing my favorite little red shorts. When I got to the register, Libby commented on my outfit. She said: "Those shorts are so wild. Don't bend over or you'll get the girls all worked up". I said: "I hope so". She said: "Just simmer down now, you don't want to go there".

At that point the very attractive female customer behind me spoke up and said to Libby: "Don't discourage him. I want him to bend over." The other customer was a total stranger to me, however I suspect she may have been a friend of Libby's. I suspected they were setting me up, just for fun. Libby is that way, playful at times, but never mean or cruel.

The stranger then said to me: "Why don't you drop your car keys or something. I want to see you bend over and pick them up. If you don't want to do it in here, then let's do it out in the parking lot. I want a free show". I didn't answer her and I didn't drop anything. Libby then said to me: "Now you know what it's like for us women. You are now the prey rather than the predator. How do you like that role? How does it feel?" I said: "I'm lovin' every minute of it. Call me a hearse, I think I just died and went to heaven". Libby said to me "Oh, you're impossible!" I paid for my stuff and left. Of course the other customer never caught me in the parking lot, because she was still unloading her cart when I left. That was my fun day yesterday.

hugs,
Deb

Now that is fun shopping.....

Deb, I love that kind of role reversal! How cool! You should have dropped your keys! I use to work with a guy who was also married, but flirted with me, would get me coffee, and would ogle my feet and ankles when I wore tasseled loafers with girly socks. I would cross my legs and tangle my shoe right in front of him. So I guess I flirted back. I love that kind of role reversal where you are the hunted instead of hunter. I don't wear the kind of outfit that you had on, but I dress pretty fem. I have found most woman today (and some men) are very helpful, supportive, and sometimes fun!

I would have dropped the keys Deb
Angie

Deb wrote: "Now you know what it's like for us women. You are now the prey rather than the predator. How do you like that role? How does it feel?"

In a way its funny about how when I thought of myself as a crossdresser I thought it nice when I caught the eye of a gentleman checking me out. Now things are different and the shoe is on the other foot. There is a vulnerability women feel when someone is eyeing them up. Is he just looking and is it a compliment or is a potential predator? One never knows! I do know that I am much more aware of my surroundings now.

Deb I know you and a lot of girls think this is cute but look at it from the other side as well. Think about your wife or daughter or mother or sister before you fluff off this type of attention. Libby and her friend were trying to teach you something about what it is like on the other side of the gender curtain.

You go girlfriend!

GF and I went shopping a while ago. I was all dolled up. wearing a dress and 2" heels .
GF was wearing pants and a flannel shirt. she noticed guys were staring at us as we walked by.
then they started to follow us . so we ducked into Victoria secrets. they hung around for a few minutes
then left. So now I know what it means to be Prey. GF started to giggle, and said now you know.

and you're right, have to be aware of your surroundings.

It can be fun to play role reversal where
You dress up as the opposite sex even more
Fun if you go out shoping or on a date .
And your partner gets in on the dressing action !


JAS

I don't think that most men realize they're being such jerks, some do and don't care. Of course, lot's of women know what they're doing and enjoy the attention.
In Debbie Jean's case, all was in good fun. Wouldn't it be depressing if you got all pretty and no one said a word or even took a glance?

Eileen

Sorry to be a spoilsport, but I'm with Heather W on this. In fact, if I ever get up the courage to go out in public again en femme, I may very well be using my CCW permit.

Hugs,

Bernice