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The White-Collar World,
Groceries and the
Men In Blue

By Coreen Clark


A few weeks ago I was able to arrange a "special day" for myself. This would amount to just a typical day for a genetic, or full-time TS girl. For myself, though (TV/TS), it was exciting, and somewhat satisfying in that it at least partially addressed my increasing need to "get out"... to spend at least part of my life as a women.

It was a Thursday, and I had convinced my boss to give me the afternoon off. At noon I immediately went to the washroom at work to give myself a close shave. It's best to allow at least an hour between shaving and applying any foundation. Usually, I like to shave in morning with the grain only, then at 3 o'clock coffee break, shave again against the grain, before going out around 5, after work. This allows more time for healing... shaving is traumatic on the skin!

I had all my stuff with me, so drove directly to the Illusions TG club. Any time the store is open, members are allowed to use the club to change, hangout, use the library, etc. It was a bit hard to decide just how to do my makeup. I planned to go to various places throughout the afternoon and evening, requiring different looks; secretary, house-wife, and party-girl! I chose the best compromise I could without having to worry about changing the look as the day wore on. I still don't know how to do that.

When trying to pass, it's always best to dress like other women would in the same situation. By observing other girls, you can learn just what sort of outfits are appropriate. Unfortunately, wearing 6" heels and a micromini are not the norm at the mall. In fact, for most places, females dress fairly casually. I was dying to wear a nice dress somewhere, and was trying to figure where it would work. It struck me that the best place for that would be downtown during working hours, with all the "suits", business women, and secretaries busseling about. Thus, the afternoon off was required.

Once I was all ready, and, as usual, my nails had dried (I use Sally Hansen "Quick Dry" over my polish. It speeds things up dramatically!), I was set to go. I drove downtown to the parking lot I had planned to use. I could have gone to a multilevel parkade that connected directly to department store I was heading to, but that would be too easy. Instead, I chose the one I had used the night of the Bazaar Ball. It was just an open paylot, and meant I'd have to walk a ways amongst the other people. You know... see and be seen!

Nothing unusual happened on the way to the store. I was wearing an bright red floral print dress (silky Rayon... ahhh!), low pumps, and a burgundy trench coat. I fit right in! The store is one of the largest department stores in town. It has seven (?) floors, and is located on the walking mall, an avenue closed to traffic. I felt wonderful, just getting to be myself! After entering the store, it was straight to the makeup department! I know the manager of the whole makeup floor. In fact, he is a member of our club. He has done demos at Illusions, and assured us that we were welcome there anytime. I found this to be very true.

The Store

I was happy to see he was there and went up to say "Hi!". He took me around to the various counters; Ultima II, Revlon, MAC, etc. and introduced me to all the girls. I ended up buying a pencil brush from MAC. It's a pointed brush that I'll use to do my eyebrows with. He ended up giving me a free sample of some Ultima II lipstick. It was while we were chatting with the girl at the MAC counter that I noticed another friend of mine approaching. She is a TS and was with her new boyfriend out shopping. It was fun to see someone else I knew. She introduced me to her boyfriend, and he was very nice to me. I found out later that this guy didn't know about her "past", and probably didn't realize about me!

It wasn't long before I had to go. I had forgotten to bring lots of change for the parking, so my time was limited. On the way back to the lot, I passed a record store, and decided to go in. I wanted to pick up Amanda Marshal's tape. I looked everywhere but couldn't find it. I talked to the staff and learned they were all sold out... oh well.

After driving back to Illusions I was nabbed by Barbie and introduced to a new member, Roxanne (as himself), who had just purchased a TON of stuff, including a makeover. I changed into outfit #2; Black Danceskin leggings, and a long and loose purple pullover... tres casual! I haven't had the leggings for long, but they instantly became a "must have" in my wardrobe. They feel sooo good and fit nicely, with their slimming effect. I had wasted a bunch of money in the past, trying to find stirrup pants that would fit me; the size would be OK, but the length never was. I even tried sewing longer elastic stirrups in, but that just made them go too far up the leg, looking rather silly.

Barbie had to rush off to run errands before she would be able to do the makeover, so I was asked to chat with Roxanne while she waited. I was bombarded with the usual questions, and it came out that on meeting nights I usually liked to go out somewhere public for supper, en femme. Food?! Did you say food?! With all the excitement of the day, Roxanne hadn't eaten since breakfast. Before we knew it, we were getting ready to head out the door. As I grabbed my coat (this time, a short black suede job), Christine intercepted me and asked me if I could pick up the snacks for the meeting that night. I had actually expected this would happen (hence the outfit), and, to be honest, was HOPING I'd get to do it. She started making a list which grew, and grew, and grew!

Super at that Market

Things were going too well! Not only was Coreen going to go grocery shopping, I now had a male escort for passibility! To top it off, he was even taller that I was (I'm 6' even) and had a dashing British accent. We went to his car, a BMW! Why not throw in a bit of class for good measure?! He treated me like a lady, opening the door for me. Within a few blocks, we were at the mall, at the food store. It was crowded and busy. I got a shopping cart from a man about to return his, and made a brief withdrawal from the automated teller there. The money was for me! Christine had given me plenty of cash to cover the groceries.

Once again, a simple, everyday task was making me feel ecstatic! My new friend and escort was so hungry that he left me to go get something to eat down the mall. I started the shopping and I perceived no ill will from anyone the whole time I was there. I made eye contact with a lot of the other women, but we just carried on with our tasks. I was probably the only on there who was thrilled to be there! On the other hand, I caught some of the husbands and other men sneaking a peak at me. As I try to do now, I let myself believe it was because they thought I was attractive, and NOT that I had been read. Hopefully the former was true, but you know, it's something I'll never know for sure (so why worry about it?).

The stocking staff were busy refilling the shelves. While passing through a group of them, one of them started talking to me. He was a very nice Negro man that I suspect was the senior of the others. He was so absolutely polite and, well, "up". He asked if it was still nice outside (we've had a VERY long winter here). I told him it was, and joked that he should just quit work now and get out to enjoy it! We had some fun with that for awhile before I carried on my way. Not long after that I completed my list, except for ice. I hadn't seen any and wasn't even sure they carried it. I bee-lined straight back to that nice stock guy, and he escorted me right to it. At the checkouts the staff and I chatted a bit. With good timing, Roxanne returned just as I was about ready to leave.

We headed back to the club because it was time for her makeover. I still needed to pickup the wine for the meeting, but figured I'd get it when I went for supper myself. I took my own vehicle to the liquor store for the wine, stopped at Dairy Queen for a burger, then went to a different liquor store for some refreshments for myself. Why two liquor stores? First off, I was trying to keep the clubs and my cash and receipts separate, Secondly, I just wanted to go out somewhere else in public, silly!

Back at Illusions I changed back into the dress... I was really into wearing one. I had a third outfit with me, but it, too, was somewhat casual. The club meeting was fun, but very typical. Not much point in trying to describe it. The same can be said about some of us girls going out night clubbing after. The drive home, however, unfortunately held a new experience for me.

Being a work night, I stayed out WAY too late. Around 3am I decided to head home. At that time of night, the streets are usually quite dead, and it was definitely the case this time. I made my way out of downtown, heading for the freeway that leads to my area of town. The more I drove, the faster I seemed to be getting due to my urgency to get home, and the roads being baron. Besides, I'd never seen a police car along there before, especially at that time of night. The freeway was totally empty, except for one van ahead of me. We were both speeding excessively, but I was gradually overtaking him. As we got to the crest of a hill, I finally was just ahead of him. If only I wasn't...

The Law!

I saw them immediately. A car parked in the valley at the bottom of the hill. There would only be one kind of car doing that! I immediately hit the brakes, but knew it was already too late. Our force has recently given up the radar units for laser ones. They are sighted with a scope so there is no arguing who they have read, and laser allows no time for a warning device to work. Coreen was caught! I pulled over even before they turned on the "cherries"!

The officer approached while I got out the usual documentation required. He asked why I was going so fast. Not thinking too well, and worrying how Coreen's first meeting with police would go, I blurted out "Because I'm going to be late for work!" Of course, I meant that if I didn't get home, changed, and to bed soon, I might be late for work in the morning. I couldn't help thinking afterwards what he thought I did for a living, at that time of night. I expected he could have said "Well, you're going the wrong way. The hookers stroll is downtown... that'a way!"

He went back to the patrol car with my papers. It took a very, very long time before he returned (I know this. It wasn't my first ticket!). When he finally did, it was to ask me a question. I took it as a compliment, and that was the only good part about this little episode. He asked "Are you the "He" or the "She" registered to the vehicle?" I knew better than to lie, so answered sheepishly, "I'm the "He". (Besides, I don't look anything like my wife.) He replied that he had needed to check. He left again, and once more, it took forever for him to return. This time, without saying a word, he handed my papers back along with a new one. The ticket was extremely expensive. I'm embarrassed to say how much... so I won't!

To arrange a day like I had does take a certain amount of forethought. You have to have some idea what you want to do, and hence, decide what you'll have to bring. Still, no matter how much planning one puts in, there is always that unexpected element just waiting to pop up and make things interesting. Getting the ticket was not good. Besides paying the fine, my insurance will go up too. But, I had always wondered how such an incident would unfold. Now I know. I suppose I was lucky to get a decent cop. The surprises for the day weren't all bad though. Like getting the male friend to accompany me shopping, for example. I find no matter what happens, a big smile always helps! I don't think I'd trade the day for another!


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