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This is a true story. The incident took place on Halloween in Columbus,
Ohio. Nothing has been changed to embellish the story. I hope you enjoy
it.
Hugs, Kelly Davidson
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Here I was, parked outside a Wal-Mart on this cool, cloudy day Halloween
morning trying to gather up the courage to follow a dream. It wasn't the
fear of going into the store dressed that was stopping me. I had scoped
out the place the night before in regular clothes (skirt and blouse)
without anyone suspecting a thing. In fact no one had even paid me any
attention, which is good but also slightly disappointing if you know what
I mean. But this morning was going to be different. Today I was dressed
in a frilly white, wedding dress that was sure to turn heads. There was
no way I was going to fly under the radar this time. I was going to get
attention, and that's what was concerned me. I knew I looked good, but
how good? Would I be read as soon as I stepped inside and be laughed out
of the building? Or would people react in the spirit of Halloween, and
think I was a GG on my way to an office party. That was what was keeping
glued to my seat.
I took a final deep breath and slowly stepped out of the safety of my
vehicle. Carefully I grabbed hold of the train draped over the passenger
seat and lifted it high so the skirt wouldn't drag on the wet ground.
With a final check of my reflection in the car window, I slowly started
toward the door. My left hand clutched firmly onto the satin skirt of
wedding dress and petticoat to hold them up and make my walking easier.
In my right I held a small, white purse containing my money and id. The
train, which could not be pinned to the back of my dress, was carefully
draped over my right arm so I was able to maneuver the skirt several
inches off the ground. As I saw myself walking toward the door it
reflected back the most feminine sight I had ever seen. I smile
brightly, took one deep breath for courage, and continued on inside.
As the doors parted the first reaction received was from a young woman in
who was walking out. She glanced my way and smiled broadly in a gentle,
joyful sort of way. This was the first of the many such grins I would
receive before the day was over. I smiled back and continued walking as
if nothing was out of the ordinary. The fact that she didn't laugh
boosted my confidence, and pushed me farther into the store. If she had
laughed I might have turned around and walked out.
The greeter for Wal-Mart also gave me a smile, and told me my dress was
beautiful. I thanked her, knowing for sure that I had passed. Inside
the store I received more friendly stares, as female costumers (there was
almost no reaction from the men) stopped dead in their tracks to check me
out. Several whispered what a gorgeous dress I was wearing and one
commented I made a beautiful bride. Others smiled, checked me out for
several seconds, and then returned to what they were doing. By now I
was on a complete high and my journey had just started.
Quickly I went about my task of picking up a toy for the local women's
shelter. The long, narrow isle ways allowed me to slip out of sight, and
I welcomed the chance to fix my dress and breathe a sigh of relief. For
all the attention I had received, no employees or managers were following
me around like I feared might happened. I had passed, and my confidence
soared.
Stepping back out into the main isle way, I made my way toward the front.
By now word had gotten out among the store employees and I had become the
center of their attention. As I went pay for my item, several female
workers suddenly found they had things to do by the register where I was
checking out. They carefully curtailed my dress before starting with the
questions. Where was the groom? Why was I dressed like that? I told
them I was going to an office party as the runaway bride. They laughed
and commented what a great idea/costume, and how pretty I looked. But as
I was leaving one of them ask if I was a guy or a girl. I just smiled
and left without saying a word.
In hindsight, I realized I should've pinned something to my dress
indicating this was a Halloween costume and avoid some confusion that
came from it. More than a few women approached me asking if I was
getting married that day. Go figure since this was during the workweek.
Had they forgotten it was Halloween?
After taking in all the previous compliments about what a lovely dress I
was wearing and how pretty I looked, my world almost collapsed around me.
Just outside the main entrance, two middle-age women stopped and laugh at
me. Their laughter made me nervous; because I was sure they had read me.
I smiled, threw them a small innocent wave, and quickly walked on to my
car. Then I fault back the panic. How did they know? Or more to the
point, did they know?
I made a decision that change how the rest of the day went. I decided it
didn't matter. If I was read, I would simply say I had lost a bet with a
female co-worker and she had made me dress this way for our office
Halloween party. Yeah, it was a typical CD theme with several holes but
I figured I could pull it off. And if they didn't read me, that was even
better. I started the car and drove to the next store on the list.
Like the first store, this place was pretty busy even for an early
morning work day and I had to park far away. While walking to the store
a woman drove by me in an SUV. Grinning from ear to ear, she slowed down
and gave me the thumbs up for such a great costume. My confidence
soared. If she had read me, she would've been laughing, not encouraging
me.
The reaction in this store was like the last and the pattern was to be
repeated the rest of the day. While the men played little attention to
me, the women couldn't stop admiring my dress. A few laughed, but later
I discovered this was for different reasons other than being read. It
seem they found the idea of a woman wearing a wedding dress as a
Halloween costume total cool and humorous. Some were even a little
envious as I found out.
After buying another toy and checking out, I was approached by an older
woman who was chuckling. She introduced herself as Janet and thought it
was a wonderful costume I was wearing. Then she asked why I was dressed
this way. When I explained that I was dressed for an office party, her
eyes got big.
"Are you a man?" she asked. I nodded, causing her to giggle even more.
I explained how I lost a bet with my co-worker and she had dressed me up
like a bride. I told her I probably had it coming, as last year I had
won and made her dress as a French maid and clean my office. She laughed
and said I did deserve it, than was amazed at how great I looked. She
said she had no idea I was a guy. When I asked what gave me away she
said two things, my voice and hands. My hands needed a good manicure.
Then, surprisingly, she gave me some tips on how to talk more like a
female.
We talked more as several women past by smiling, oblivious as to fact I
was really a man. Then Janet asked if she could have her picture taken
with me. I replied sure, since she had given me some tips and had been
so nice to me. She left to get her camera as I stood near a store
greeter who was enjoying every minute of me. More women came into the
store and grinned when they saw me standing there. A couple commented
what a great costume or a gorgeous dress I was wearing. None of them read
me, or if they did they didn't react that way. Janet reappeared minutes
later and had the greeter take several pictures of us. I only wish I had
given her my email address to mail them to me.
After gathering up the train and returning to my car, I drove over to a
local nail shop. I decided if I could walk into a story dressed like
this, I could get my nails done. Now I had never had my nails done
before, so I didn't know what to expect. The small mall was busy, and I
had to park across from the shop and cross the entrance road in front of
the DNV. The windows were mirrored enough so I could see myself walking
toward the store. I could also make out the women inside the DNV
watching me with huge grins. One waved, so I smiled and waved back.
Then I entered the nail shop.
A young, oriental woman greeted me yet didn't act surprise at how I was
dressed. I picked out the polish I wanted (red) and she went to work
doing my nails. If she or the other people there had read me, they never
let on. I sat there in my wedding dress enjoying the pampering she gave
me. Shortly after arriving, another woman walked in to have her nails
done. She commented on how pretty my dress was and started to engage me
in a conversation about her wedding dress. I think after a while she
realized I wasn't a women, and stopped talking to me. Not that she was
rude, but I think she didn't know what to make of me. She turned her
attention to the person doing her nails and pretended I wasn't there.
I gave my manicurist a nice tip for the job she did and left. After that
there were a string of stores I visited, and a TG friendly church where
our club use to meet long ago. Actually, the church was business related
because I wanted to see how much it would cost to host our meetings
there. The church itself was a great experience. The receptionist
greeted me warmly, and commented on how pretty I looked. The pastor of
the church came out of his office laughing, saying he only married people
on Saturday's. When I told him why I was there, he laughed even louder
because he had thought I was a real woman. He showed me the new meeting
rooms and I met some of the staff there. One, when finding out I was a
man in a wedding dress, wanted to give me the whole experience of being a
bride. She primped my dress and took several pictures of me in the
sanctuary, treating me like a real bride. It was a wonderful experience.
After leaving the church I headed to a nearby mall I had visited years
ago. Since I was unfamiliar with its layout, I ended up entering
through the door where the food court was located - in the middle of the
lunch rush no less. Hundreds of people were staring at me, making me
incredibly nervous as I hadn't prepared myself for this. I stood between
the two entrance doors acting like I was waiting for someone while slowly
gathering up the courage to walk through the food court to get to the
main part of the mall.
When I was ready, I turned and walked in, trying to avoid eye contact
with people. As I did people turned and stared, mostly the women. I
heard several comments about how gorgeous my dress was or how pretty I
looked. Just inside the main part of the mall there was a small table
with three middle-age women having lunch. Immediately they burst out
laughing causing me some concernment. I was so sure they had read me
that I turned and walked to another part of the mall where I was out of
sight of them. After taking a few minutes to gather my wits, I decided
to walk past them and see what happened. They giggled some more as I
approached and one asked, "Where's the groom?"
I smiled and told them in my best female voice that I was a "runaway
bride". They laughed at my reply, and it was then I realized that I had
not been read as I had first feared. I sat at a table close to them
acting like I was waiting for someone while they went back to what they
were doing and ignoring me. Other women passed by and lavished me with
amusing stares. Before the three ladies left, one of them came up and
told me how pretty I looked. I was on cloud nine. Outside the mall I
encountered a couple of 20 year old females who, also thinking I was a
real GG, lavished praise on my dress and how pretty I looked.
There were other things that happened that day. On different occasions
ladies would approach me wanting to know why I was dressed this way.
Some thought it had been some promotion for a store. At first they
didn't know I was a man, but once some of them heard me speak they were
amazed and amused. While not coming out and saying it, the feeling I got
from them, based on comments and how they were acting, was that they
wished they had been there to help me get ready that morning. One just
couldn't help but spend time straightening out all the bows and lace on
my dress while commenting how beautiful I was. She really gave me her
full attention.
Like all good things this too had to end, and this is where it becomes
interesting. When I got back to my room, I swiped the card key in the
door. Nothing happened. I tried again. Still nothing! I kept trying
but the stupid card wouldn't work. Here I was, standing outside dressed
in a wedding gown with no way into my room. Worse, I had picked a motel
I used often as a man so many of the clerks knew me personally. Like a
deer caught in the headlights, I gathered up the skirts of my dress and
made my way to the main office. Luck was smiling on me, because there
happened to be a new clerk I had never met talking on his cell phone. He
never batted an eye as I sashayed into the office and told him my key
didn't work. He took my key, created a new one, and didn't ask for any
ID or check to see who the room was rented too as he handed it back.
Talk about top-notch motel security, I could've been anyone.
My day as a bride was the most wonderful experience as a crossdresser
I've ever had. I still sit back and think how in the hell did I get the
nerve to walk out in public. Yet I wouldn't trade the experience for
anything. Maybe another Halloween I will do it again.
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