My First Black Friday
Before "Black Friday" exploded into it's present day shopping mania, it was the day the women I knew bonded together and attacked the malls and stores of the world searching for their favorite gift or gifts.
Of course I placed the chance of finally being able to shop the Black Friday madness as a woman very high on my "feminine bucket list". Years ago the sun, the moon and the cross dressing stars aligned and I had my chance. My wife worked retail and she was working and I wasn't, so I used the excuse of buying a gift for her and went "Black Friday" shopping.
I bundled up in one of my favorite over sized soft sweaters which were so in fashion, added low ankle boots, jeans and gloves and off I went into the world.
By that time, this experience was far from being my first "shopping rodeo" so I was experiencing little or no anxiety about navigating the crowd as a woman. Of course I was just doing my best to blend, shop and soak in the estrogen charged atmosphere.
I was "out and about" for about four hours and it was time for me to head home. As with most other experiences you fantasize about for years, Black Friday wasn't as good as I imagined but then again, all I thought it could be. The majority of the other shoppers were women and were hell bent on gift buying and could care less about any potential cross dressers or trans women in the crowd - unless I got in their way. I was able to do a little shopping, buy a few gifts and enjoy the experience. However, similar to my thoughts about the "sanctity" of the womens rest room, I didn't see what the fuss was all about. The same way I'm sure many women feel about male bonding and sports.
Ironically, I have never felt the need since to venture out into the shopping madness which is "Black Friday" again. I did however begin to do almost all of my Christmas shopping as a woman from that point on.
Those experiences are coming up in future posts here in Cyrsti's Condo.
Of course I placed the chance of finally being able to shop the Black Friday madness as a woman very high on my "feminine bucket list". Years ago the sun, the moon and the cross dressing stars aligned and I had my chance. My wife worked retail and she was working and I wasn't, so I used the excuse of buying a gift for her and went "Black Friday" shopping.
I bundled up in one of my favorite over sized soft sweaters which were so in fashion, added low ankle boots, jeans and gloves and off I went into the world.
By that time, this experience was far from being my first "shopping rodeo" so I was experiencing little or no anxiety about navigating the crowd as a woman. Of course I was just doing my best to blend, shop and soak in the estrogen charged atmosphere.
I was "out and about" for about four hours and it was time for me to head home. As with most other experiences you fantasize about for years, Black Friday wasn't as good as I imagined but then again, all I thought it could be. The majority of the other shoppers were women and were hell bent on gift buying and could care less about any potential cross dressers or trans women in the crowd - unless I got in their way. I was able to do a little shopping, buy a few gifts and enjoy the experience. However, similar to my thoughts about the "sanctity" of the womens rest room, I didn't see what the fuss was all about. The same way I'm sure many women feel about male bonding and sports.
Ironically, I have never felt the need since to venture out into the shopping madness which is "Black Friday" again. I did however begin to do almost all of my Christmas shopping as a woman from that point on.
Those experiences are coming up in future posts here in Cyrsti's Condo.
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