On my first trip I found three dresses that I thought were in my size. I brought them to the dressing room and attempted to try them on. One turned out to be a girls size 10 and not a women's size 10. Of course I would be attracted to a girly style, but unfortunately they are not often in the right size. The next was not labeled and it was a little too tight in the bust. This is the biggest problem for me. If it weren't for my wide chest I could probably fit into a size 8.
The third was this wonderful little dress with swirls of feminine colors. I slipped it on and it fit perfectly. Draped over my shoulders just right. The color pattern and texture of the dress helped to accentuate my body in a very feminine way while hiding the more masculine things, with the exception of my belly. With a little help from some shape wear I could take care of that. This dress was perfect, but I was not ready to buy. I came back later in the week and was ready to buy, but it was gone. I searched the rack three times over with no luck. I didn't even have any luck finding anything else I liked in my size.
The next day I went to another store that had a much larger dress selection. I got through about half of the dresses and had found four that I liked and were in my size. As I was limited on time I stopped there and went to try them on. There were five dressing rooms, two were occupied, two had signs that the door did not lock, and the last one available had a lock that worked just fine, but the door did not fully latch. I tried to wait a bit and search, but I was getting too nervous. Standing there in the open area of the store before the dressing rooms with four dresses over my arm. I thought, what the heck, I will take the risk and use the room that would not latch. If someone did happen to open the door it would be exciting to learn their reaction.
The first two dresses I tried on just didn't look all that great on me. The third looked nice and created a nice figure, but there was one issue. I could not zip the zipper all the way up. There was no way I was asking for help on this one. It was a nice dress, but actually rather plain. A Talbots sheath, sleeveless, in a mint green. I didn't really need it, but it was fun to see how it looked and felt on me. Plus I got that wonderful moment of feeling like a girl.
The fourth dress was this one:
It looked great on me. For a moment I was taken away in a dream of being all dolled up and going to a formal evening affair. Dancing the night away with the skirt flowing around. The ruffle in the bust was just perfect for hiding the lack of breasts. Plus it created the allusion of a curvy figure while drawing attention away from my wide shoulders. This again was a dress that I could not zip up all the way on my own (damn those wide shoulder). I had my moment though and enjoyed it. Plus I was able to record the dress and find pictures to share.
