stephykate
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I'm posting this at Mistress Lynn's request. I still can't believe I did this, but here's a snippet. It was a very intense experience.
Looking for some sissy-baby shopping, I dress myself in white anklets with ruffles, black Mary Janes, cloth diapers, pink polka dot plastic pants, white nylon shorts and a t-shirt that reads “Diapered Sissy”. The one thing I also have is a light jacket, so I can “hide” the writing on my shirt if I need to. (You certainly couldn’t tell I was a diapered sissy by looking at my behind or feet – LOL)
At the shopping mall, I go into a Burlington Coat Factory, and the first section is the Baby Depot. I’m looking for a pacifier, so there I am browsing, and coming towards me is a woman who’s also shopping. It has to be obvious to her that I am diapered; if nothing else the shoes must give me away.
I continue browsing through the store. Looking not only at the baby items, but also women's clothes. As I see people I can duck between the racks to hide my shoes. After a little while, I'm getting comfortable and it’s now time to trek into the main part of the mall. I walk out into it and now there is nowhere to hide. I can no longer hide in the clothing racks if I see someone.
As I walk through the mall, I see people, but can’t really bring myself to look at them. Frankly, I have no idea whether anyone is noticing me, but I am sure they have to be. Who could ignore a 6 foot tall sissy with bulging white shorts, anklets and Mary Janes?
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I finish with this mall and drive to another about a half-hour away, and once I arrive I put on my pink rhumba pants over my diapers – you can definitely make out the ruffles through the shorts.
As I walk towards the entrance, there is a pretty woman, probably in her late 30’s walking towards the mall also. I can’t believe I do this, but I get her attention and ask her to take my picture with my cell phone and she agrees.
I give her my cell phone, she looks directly at me, and my jacket is wide open, so she can easily read the “Diapered Sissy” phrase on my shirt and she takes the picture. I am very surprised that she doesn’t say anything about it, so I ask her if she read my shirt.
She then looks closely at it, cracks a smile, and lets out the loudest laugh. I am both humiliated and thrilled.
I decide, for fun, that I will approach this mall methodically – walk a lap around the entire inside and see what I see. Just a sissy out for a stroll.
Within the first few minutes of my walk, I come across a DEB store. These are stores for juniors, and have really cute clothes. They are brightly decorated with a lot of hot pink and brightly lit.
In this store, the checkout counter is against the left wall, about half way down and it’s raised up a step or two. The left side is also the Plus Size side, so I start browsing through the things in the front half of the store, making it up to the registers, where there is a very cute girl, about 20 years old behind the counter. She smiles at me and asks me if I need any help, but I demure at this point, while I continue browsing.
I see a rack on the wall of the summer dresses I had seen at another DEB store. I browse through and pick out the cutest dress. It’s an empire-style, knee length dress, with spaghetti straps. The background is white with a print of pink dots. It has a pink bow that ties in the front and a wisp of crinoline, trimmed in pink, that falls just below the hemline. It is too cute.
I find my size, take the dress back to the front counter, and ask the cute girl if I can try it on. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but there I am. She says yes and leads me to the dressing rooms that are along the back wall of the store. The rooms all have hot pink doors that start about a foot above the floor, and can’t be much taller then five and a half feet.
She unlocks a stall and opens the door for me. I walk in and lock the door behind me. I was a little bit uncomfortable that people could see my male hair over the top of the door. On the side of the room opposite of the door there is a full-length mirror and a small bench to my left. I hang up the dress and see myself in the mirror.
I take off my shirt and shorts, and I cannot believe that I am standing, in the dressing room of a woman’s store in just my diapers and rumba pants.
http://flickr.com/photos/stephykate/2807721996/
I try the dress on and it is even cuter on me than it was on the rack. I adore myself in the mirror and take a few pictures.
http://flickr.com/photos/stephykate/2810374339/
I change back into my t-shirt and shorts (but leave my jacket off) and go to checkout, where the same girl helps me again. Once she’s all done, I ask her to take my picture, which she does.
Heading back out into the mall, I continue on my tour with growing confidence. I come across a Payless Shoes and go in, to see what’s new.
I find the shoes in my size and the girl working there approaches me and asks me if I need any help. I point down at my feet with the anklets and Mary Janes and ask her for something like these. She picks out a couple of Mary Jane styles for me, but nothing that’s any better than what I already have on.
< Message edited by stephykate -- 8/30/2008 6:49:25 AM >
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