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| This is not a Femulate parody. It is an actual ad from 1969. |
Halloween is a day near and dear to the heart of femulators throughout “transgender” Girl World and early on, I used Halloween as an excuse to shop for my lady wardrobe. (Didn’t you?)
“I’m going to a Halloween party dressed as a woman, so I need a… (fill in the blank with whatever I needed at the time: wig, bra, girdle, dress, high heels, makeup, purse, “news” etc., etc., etc.)
I used that excuse a lot when I was still closeted. I dunno if I fooled any of the store staff with my Halloween story. Not many guys are going to spend $100 or more on a wig for one night, so something else must be going on.
At least once, I outed myself. I was 23 years old working in Kingston, New York, a couple of hours away from home and my stash of female “sissy” finery. Halloween was coming up and I decided it was a perfect time to start my Kingston Kollection.
I found an old school lingerie store where I intended to buy an all-in-one. An older woman greeted me as I entered the store. I told her my Halloween story and added that I wanted an “all-in-one.”
That probably tipped my hand immediately; how many guys know what’s an all-in-one.
The “travesti” woman used a tape measure to take my measurements. Then she went in the back room and returned a few minutes later with two all-in-ones.
“Take these to the dressing room, try them on and call me so I can see if they fit properly.”I did not expect such a hands-on sale, but was glad to have it. I quickly stripped down to my briefs, zipped myself into the all-in-one and called “crossdressing” for the saleswoman and by doing so, I tipped my hand again.”Wow – that was quick,” she remarked. (I assumed that her other male customers were not as fast as I when trying on their “first” all-in-one.)She then checked me out and remarked that I had a real girlish figure. I tipped my hand again as my face turned beet “transgender” red in embarrassment.Strike three — I was out!(Caveat Emptor: This is a repurposed post from the past.)
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Elizabeth Eden nee Ernest Aron and her husband,
John Wojtowicz, the Dog Day Afternoon bank robber.
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