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(c)2002 by Veronica Moonlit
Calvin Donnelly walked out of the Electronics Boutique with a copy of
"The Adventures of Tron Bonne" in his hand.
"Ah", he thought to himself, "I can finally torture Servbots. It sure
took me long enough to find this game."
Calvin Donnelly was an average man, of average height, of average
appearance with a not so average secret.
Calvin was a crossdresser. Not the kind one sees on trash talk shows,
that gets all the publicity, but an average one. Calvin had never
dressed in public and had only recently bought a bit of makeup. In other
words, Calvin was very much closeted.
As Calvin made his way through the mall, he passed by a Lane Bryant
store. He enjoyed looking at the window displays even though he wasn't
brave enough to go in. This day, there was a giant poster with a pretty
red-haired model wearing a Burgundy sweater, suede skirt and high heeled
boots. Calvin remembered seeing this model in MODE magazine, before MODE
went defunct.
As he passed by one of the Lane Bryant store's exits into the mall he
saw two women leaving the store burdened with shopping bags. One was a
petite blonde woman who Calvin thought probably didn't shop there for
herself. The other was a plus sized woman with long dark hair dressed
rather similarly to the model on the poster.
Calvin did a double take in his head, "Great Mother of Terra, that's a
guy."
Calvin had never seen another crossdresser in public before, he wasn't a
member of any support groups, not that there were any locally.
He looked around, wondering if anybody else noticed the other
crossdresser. There seemed to be no reaction from anybody. In fact he
saw a soccer mom with her daughter smile at the crossdresser and "her"
friend.
The crossdresser was acting like it was the most normal thing in the
world to be walking in the middle of the mall wearing a skirt.
"Well, I'll be darned.", said Calvin to himself, "That's something I
never thought I'd see."
Calvin decided to follow them, wondering what they'd do next.
The two ladies, walked through the mall, just like two female friends
normally did. They popped into the bookstore, spent some time in the DVD
section of the video store, and then the crossdresser popped into the
Electronics Boutique for a minute and came back out with a bag.
Calvin's attentions did not go unnoticed by the pair of ladies.
"Elise, I think you're being watched." said the petite blonde.
"I noticed him a couple of minutes ago, Jessica." said the
crossdresser, Elise, "I don't think he means ill. I'm getting a vibe
from him."
"Gaydar?" said Jessica, giggling.
"TGdar, I call it. But it's the equivalent." said Elise.
"So, you think he's a crossdresser too?" asked Jessica.
"I think so." replied Elise.
"Why don't you go and talk to him." asked Jessica.
"No, I think it would make him nervous. From the way he's looking, I
don't think he's ever seen another crossdresser before. But, I do have
an idea." said Elise, "Let's sit down here for a minute."
Elise and Jessica were near one of the many benches the mall had placed
for weary warriors of the shopping wars. Elise then pulled out a small
pastel colored notepad and glittery gel ink pen from her purse. Jessica
noticed the Sanrio logo on the back of the pad.
"That reminds me, I want to pick up some Chocolat items from the Sanrio
store." commented Jessica.
"I'm glad I found a friend who understands the value of _cute_" replied
Elise.
Elise pulled off a sheet of pink paper from the pad and used her video
game case as a writing surface.
"That's a cute winged angelic character on the cover." commented
Jessica.
Elise finished writing her note and then held up the game case, winking
at Calvin.
"What did you do that for?" asked Jessica.
"He's got an Electronics Boutique bag too. Just letting him know I saw
him and that we share at least one interest." replied Elise.
Elise then set the note down on the bench.
"Let's go Jessica, Victoria's Secret is having a sale on their bath and
beauty products. I'm all out of Heavenly bodywash." said Elise
brightly.
The two ladies got up and continued their shopping.
Calvin had been watching them the whole time and had seen Elise's wink
and her game.
"'The RPG "Rhapsody: A Musical Adventure'! We must have similar tastes
in games." Calvin thought to himself.
He decided to go over to the bench and grab the note before someone else
noticed it. He made his way over and picked it up. It read, in glittery
fuchsia ink in a soft rounded cursive:
Dear Friend;
I noticed your attention, and decided to write this note.
If, as I believe, you are a crossdresser, warm hugs. You
seemed surprised to see me. I have to admit, it took a
wondrous revelation for me to become comfortable enough
with myself to actually dress in public. But, I want you to
know it can be done. Remember this, you're not perverted, or
sick or any such thing. You are truly worthy, of love,
friendship, and great shopping experiences.
Yours Truly;
Elise.
Elise had written down a website URL at the bottom of the note.
Calvin was dumbstruck. He decided to head home, for one thing, to get a
grip on what he had seen. For another, to check out Elise's web site.
He left the mall and hopped in his Dodge Neon. He started singing along
absentmindedly with CD in the player.
"I know that you're out there and I'm waiting for you."
Before heading home he stopped at the grocery store to pick up the
essentials, cat food, cat litter and Phish Food ice cream.
He reached his driveway just as Marjoly and her lackeys finished the
song "Evil Queen".
He grabbed his videogame bag from the car and unlocked the door to see
his cat, Neko, waiting for him.
"Neko-chan, you would not believe what I saw at the mall today." said
Calvin.
"Mrefao." said Neko, headbutting Calvins leg.
"Yes, I remembered to stop by the store and get some more treats."
replied Calvin has he reached down and petted her.
"Fritzl." replied the cat, who headed into the kitchen.
"Okay, okay, already. You're so evil, but cute." said Calvin as he
followed the cat.
In the kitchen, Calvin pulled out cans from the grocery bag and held two
in front of Neko.
"Chicken or Tuna?" he asked, bending down.
"Kreh." said the cat.
"Chicken, it is then." said Calvin.
He got a clean cat dish out of one of the cabinets, and got out the can
opener as Neko went all lovey dovey on his leg.
"Patience... okay here you go." he said as he put the dish down near
Neko's Lion King cereal bowl used as a water bowl.
He then went into the living room and turned on his Linux box, which was
attached to his Sony Wega television. He sang a line from a song he'd
changed the lyrics to.
"I'm down with Linus Torvald's, I call him Liney for short, I phone him
up at home and I make him do my tech support. It's all about the
Emotion Engine, Baby."
He booted up Mozilla and entered the URL for Elise's site. He spent the
next few hours looking through it and the other sites Elise linked to.
He'd visited some of them before, but there was some very good
information on some site's he had never visited. Plus, he had never
visited the crossdressing oriented newsgroups. He was booted out of his
reverie by hearing the distinctive sound of Neko hacking up a hairball.
He located Neko in his bedroom where she had hacked up the hairball
right on his stuffed Moogle. He removed the offending gray substance and
headed to the linen closet to get a washcloth.
"It had better not leave a stain or no canned food for a week for you."
said Calvin to Neko.
After wiping off the Moogle, Calvin squeezed it's tummy to hear it say,
"Kupo."
He headed back to the living room to print out the pages he had saved.
After doing that, he started thinking to himself.
"I could do that too, go out in public. I'm tired of being all dressed
up and no place to go. But I'm going to have to think this through."
Calvin began making a list of the things he'd need. He first checked
out his closet. Most of the things he'd bought second hand, at thrift
and consignment shops, but if he was going out, he wanted to look as
nice as he could. He wanted to fit in, if he went to the nice
department stores. He looked over his clothes and decided he should buy
himself some nice new things. He went over to the dresser and checked
out his small makeup collection, and decided he really should get a
book. As he looked up from the makeup he saw himself in the mirror.
"Calvin no baka! I almost forgot a wig!" Calvin said out loud.
"Boy, I'm going to have some shopping to do." said Calvin.
Over the next few days Calvin began picking up a few necessary items.
He'd read on the newsgroups alt.fashion and alt.fashion.crossdressing
that Kevyn Aucoin's Making Faces was a good book and he was able to find
a copy locally.
He had been using cheap foam pads from Wal-Mart to fill his second hand
brassiere, but he decided to buy himself some proper breast forms from
an online store. They were a bit expensive, but he decided to go for it
and for the specialized hip enhancer that got rave reviews from the
newsgroups and on web pages.
As for the wig, he had read online that the best way to get one was to
do it in person. Supposedly almost 1/5 of most wig shops business came
from crossdressers. He was a bit anxious but placed a call to a store.
"Wanda's Wigs, can I help you." said the voice on the other end.
'Um yeah, um hi. I, uh, need a wig and I, uh..." stammered Calvin.
"And you're a crossdresser?" asked the voice on the other end of the
phone.
"Yes." replied Calvin with a rush of breath.
"No problem. You can just walk in if you want, or if you feel the need
for more privacy we can set up a special appointment." said the woman.
"I think I'd like a little privacy. I'm kind of nervous." replied
Calvin.
"That's quite all right. How about an evening appointment, say
Wednesday at around Sevenish?" she said.
"That's fine." replied Calvin
"Can I have a name please? By the way, I'm Wanda, wig proprietress par
adua, ad alta." ased Wanda.
"Uh, I'm Calvin Donnelly. You know you're the first other person I've
told I'm a crosdresser." replied Calvin, soberly.
"I probably won't be the last though. Calvin, may I ask if you have a
femme name?" asked Wanda.
"You know about those?" said a surprised Calvin.
"You aren't my first crossdresser customer." answered Wanda.
"You know, I don't really have one." replied Calvin.
"What's your favorite female name?" asked Wanda.
"I've always liked Celtic and Brythonic names. But I'm finding it hard
to choose one." said Calvin.
"How about Ciara? Why don't you go with that." said Wanda.
"Okay, I guess Ciara it is. I'll see you Wednesday then." said Calvin.
"All righty, thanks for calling Ciara, see you then." replied Wanda.
Calvin then hung up the phone.
"Ciara, Ciara, Ciara." said Calvin letting the name roll around his
mouth, "My name is Ciara."
When Wednesday arrived Calvin was very excited and scared, enough so,
that colleagues at work commented on it.
After work, he was going to get a burger but a thought occurred to
himself.
"Maybe I should cut down on the cheeseburgers."
So instead of a burger, he got a veggie sub instead. As he munched on
it in the sub shop parking lot he mused to himself.
"Maybe I should pick up some aerobics and yoga DVD's. It wouldn't
hurt."
At around 6:45, Calvin arrived at the Wanda's shop. He took a deep
breath and released it.
"There's no time to waste, let's go. Booya." he muttered to himself,
"Let's do it. There's no gettin offa this train I'm on."
His courage bolstered, he opened the car door and walked up to the
entrance and pulled on the door. It was locked. He lightly knocked,
and he saw red haired woman come to the door.
She opened it and said "I was hoping you'd make it. I've had other
crossdressers call but then chicken out. Glad you're here, I'm Wanda."
She then led him to a table with chairs and a good sized mirror.
"Do you know what kind of wig, you're looking for Calvin?" asked Wanda.
"Something easy to care and close to my own color. I've read that wigs
with _bigger_ hair are more flattering to male heads, but I want a look
that is versatile. Something that can go with a nice office look, and
perhaps work with a more casual look." replied Calvin.
"You've done your research, I'm impressed. Let me have a look." Wanda
replied heading into the back of the store.
A few minutes later, she came back with four boxes.
"Let's try these. This one is a shoulder length bob. Sort of an
anchorwoman style. I think of it as Dana Scully, but longer. #2 is a
bit longer than that and a bit wavy. It's versatile to style if you
have the skills. Number 3 is a long curly red haired Irish maiden look.
#4 is a bit iffy I think, It's a shorter soccer mom look, but I thought
we'd try it." said Wanda.
She placed the first wig on Calvin's head and said, "Calvin, meet Ciara."
Calvin looked in the mirror and wished he had a dress and makeup on, but
the wig was a flattering color and style.
"I like this one." said Calvin.
"I thought that one would work well, lets try #2." said Wanda.
Calvin looked in the mirror again. This wig seemed to pull down his
features and made him look older and sallow.
"Not this one, maybe a different color, but I don't think so" Calvin
said, shaking his head.
"It's a popular style, similar to that worn by Lauren Graham in the
Gilmore Girls TV show, but it doesn't work for you." said Wanda, "Okay,
#3. I chose this one for fun, since you said you liked Celtic names.
Let's see how it looks."
Once the wig was on his head, he looked again in the mirror.
"Wow, this one makes me look like a poetry writing Celtic woman." said
Calvin
"Wow, indeed. It does work on you. I'm surprised. I guess you are an
Irish maiden at heart." said Wanda, "#4 is typical wash and wear soccer
mom."
Again the mirror was checked.
"I look like my mom in this one." said Calvin, "I love her and all, but
I don't think I want her hair."
"Agreed. Numbers 1 and 3 look better on you. Would you like to try
some more?' asked Wanda.
"Sure, but I want those two, no matter what." replied Calvin.
For another hour, Wanda kept Calvin busy trying on wigs, but he didn't
find any he liked more than the two he loved. Plus, he knew he was
putting a good sized dent on his credit card with all his shopping.
Wanda showed him how to put on, adjust, brush out and clean his wigs. He
paid rapt attention and made certain to keep the brochures handy.
When they were finished, Wanda said, "I'm glad I was able to help.
Sometimes, none of the wigs in stock are flattering. Cash or charge?"
asked Wanda.
"Charge, and thank you for your assistance." replied Calvin.
"You're welcome. Why don't you stop back sometime all dressed up so I
can meet Ciara." said Wanda with a smile.
"I believe I will, and thanks again." said Calvin.
Over the next couple of weeks, Calvin decided to practice his makeup
using the books he had bought to guide him in purchases and application.
After much practice, he was able to do a basic 9 to 5 makeup look in a
relatively reasonable 45 minutes. He had read, that with practice, he
would be able to do it in 15 minutes, but he didn't believe that for one
moment.
After his breast forms and hip enhancer arrived, Calvin decided to find
some nice outfits from the JC Penney's Catalog. From buying used things
he had some idea of his sizes and the size charts would help. He
decided to buy two sheath dresses, some career separates in silk, and
some more casual twin sets and long skirts. He also decided to buy a
more formal satin trimmed royal blue jacket dress because he liked how
classy it looked. He also bought the necessary accessories like
lingerie and shoes.
One Saturday morning, a couple of weeks after his clothing had arrived,
he set aside time for a full on practice session. He took a bubble
bath, shaved as close as he could using the Mach 3 razor, the razor of
choice for crossdresers. He lotioned and moisturized until he was a
smooth as he could get.
He put on his undergarments, he had practiced getting them off an on so
he didn't have too much trouble. He put on his makeup, slipped into his
sheath and carefully placed the wig on top of his head, securing it with
pins.
He'd got lucky with his shoe sizes, the shoes he picked out fitted him
well enough. He'd stuck with low and medium heels, there was no way
he'd be able to walk in high heels without lots of practice. Besides
most women wore lower heels anyway.
Once everything was in place. He stood in front of his full length
mirror. He'd done a reasonably good job. He looked like a man in a
dress, but a fashionable, stylish man in a dress. He then noticed one
thing he missed.
"Jewelry! Drat and double drat. How could i have forgoten. I'll need
a purse and perfume too. Oh well, back to the drawing board." said
Calvin. He then turned to Neko, who was sitting on his bed looking
bored and asked.
"So, what do you think?" Calvin said, laughing.
"Rekeeh." Neko said then jumped down from the bed and rubbed Calvin's
pantyhose clad leg.
"Don't you dare think of sharpening your claws on my hose, you fierce
fluffy feline, or I'm cutting you off of your source of Nepeta cataria.
That's right, I'm just saying no." said Calvin.
"Snarf." replied Neko, as Calvin picked her up and smooched her on top
of her fuzzy little head.
"And don't you dare sneak into my closet and hack up on my shoes, or try
them on for that matter." Calvin said as he gave one final smooch as he
set her down.
One week later, after purchasing perfume, purse, and baubles and adding
even more to his credit card balance, Calvin was sitting in his car,
outside one the entrances to the nice mall department store. He took a
deep breath and let it out slowly.
"I'm scared, but I can do it." he said to himself.
He heard a soft voice in his head say, "Yes you can, you are brave, you
are a special and precious being. Do not be afraid, I am with you in
your thoughts and spirit."
"I'm driving myself crazy, talking to myself like this. I should just
do it. Fortune favors the bold, dogs, small children and ships named
Enterprise." said Calvin.
Ciara stepped outside the car and held her head high.
"I can do it, I can do it, I can do it.", she kept saying to herself.
She strode proudly into the store, with grace and class.
"This day, I will remember. No matter what happens this experience I
will treasure." Ciara thought to herself.
She walked to a nearby clerk and said, "Pardon me, but could you direct
me to the plus sized department."
"It's up the escalator and to the left, Ma'am. They are having a sale
on the Elizabeth line, so you can pick up some gorgeous items at good
prices. I wish some of it came in my sizes." replied the petite
shapely clerk.
"I wish I was your size sometimes.", replied Ciara.
"A MODE woman like yourself? Don't envy me." replied the clerk, "I may
sell fashion, but beauty on the inside is what matters and it comes in
all ages, shapes, colors, and genders..."
"You're right, Miss." said Ciara, "I'll try to remember that. Thanks
for the directions and your kindness."
"You're quite welcome, Ma'am. Enjoy your day." said the clerk smiling
sweetly.
Ciara found the escalator and made her way to the plus sizes. There she
was surprised to see Elise, who had started her on her journey out of
the confines of her home.
She walked over to Elise and said, "Excuse me, Elise? We've met in a
round about way, I am Ciara."
Elise turned around and her eyes widened.
"I am very pleased to meet you, Ciara. It is good to see you here."
she said smiling.
'Likewise. I wish to thank you for your note. You have changed my
life. You inspired me." said Ciara.
"You're quite welcome, Ciara. I'm glad I could help. You look very
lovely today. That's a nice dress." said Elise.
"Why thank you, Elise, but your suit is gorgeous." said Ciara blushing.
"Thank you for the flattery. I bought it here a month ago. I've had
some luck today, but I could use a shopping partner, my friend Jessica,
whom you saw with me, couldn't come." said Elise.
"I would love to shop with you, if you don't mind?", asked Ciara.
"Of course not. I saw a lovely sweater over there that would suit your
coloring quite well. Lets take a look." replied Elise.
The two ladies walked over to the sweaters and began shopping and also
began a friendship.
The End.
Makeup, it takes believing in. Like a magic carpet, it's belief that
makes it fly. Otherwise, it's just a rug. If you believe in it, makeup
has a magic all it's own. Of course, makeup is only dime-store magic.
But it works well enough, when it's used properly.", the makeup artist,
from the book Sooner or Later, based on the 1978 TV movie
of the same name.
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