The only times I haven’t minded grocery shopping were when I did it en femme. On those occasions, I was already out en femme for something else and simply made a quick side trip to the store.
For example, after attending a conference one day, I promised to pick up a few items on my way home.
During the fifteen minutes I spent going up and down the aisles at Stop & Shop, I noticed three or four men checking me out, but otherwise I attracted little attention until I queued up at the checkout. As I unloaded my cart onto the conveyor belt, the woman ahead of me glanced down at my shoes: a pair of nude pumps with four-inch heels. She looked back up at me and said, “You’re a brave woman to wear those heels grocery shopping!”
Moments like that put grocery shopping in an entirely new light. Perhaps I should always shop for groceries en femme.
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| Wearing Boston Proper |
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| Barbara, circa 1961, colorized photo from Transvestia magazine |
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