By Shelby Felina
© 1995 Transgender Forum
When one is 6'-4" it can be slightly embarrassing to just walk into a store and start looking at skirts, leggings, tops, panties, stockings etc. This is why I thank heaven for the Avon, Hanes for Her and Frederick's catalogs to name a few. I've received the majority of my clothes through these catalogs. But store shopping can be a lot of fun too, in more ways than one.
I was in a store one time and noticed a sale on panties. I just couldn't resist so I started going through them gingerly, inspecting each one as if it were my last. As I was shopping a boy salesperson sort of lurked nearby. This boy seemed of high school age and was interested in my picking out panties so carefully. I don't know if it was obvious they were going to be for me or not, but he seemed interested in this. I picked out a leopard skin design g-string very high cut, a white pair and pair with stripes. I made the purchase and I left without incident.
About a month later I went back to the same store and while looking through kitchen appliances I noticed the same clerk. He said hi and gave me a devilish look that was so appealing. Something about his eyes just pierced my society shield and probed deep inside. Maybe I just felt guilty about the panties, but I love the feel, look and smell of femme attire. It just intrigues and excites me so. The young man asked if I lived close by and I shyly answered yes. He eventually began to ask me questions about undies, panties etc. Jokingly he asked if I wanted to look at bras and I said very shyly that not while so many people were around. He looked very surprised at this response and I gave him a devilish look. He looked at me in sort of a interested/relieved look.
He asked if I was "into this stuff" and I said yes. You should have seen his face. He was about 19 or 20 and seemed turned on at this prospect. The idea of a cute guy dressed in lingerie seemed to hit a nerve with him. I asked him if he was bi and he said sometimes. I giggled and he said maybe we could go out sometime. I agreed and we went out on a date.
On another occasion I was trying to complete an outfit and decided that I needed pumps. I have a fairly large foot and am not going to shop in stores for this. I noticed a catalog for large footed women. I sent away for a nice pair of patent leather high heeled pumps and they fit. I completed the outfit, a nice black cropped sweater top, skin tight nylon leggings and black patent leather pumps. I looked great and felt great. That night I went dancing and the guys were hitting on me left and right. A little guy made the best impression on me especially since he said he adored tall pretty things. He must have been 5'4."
I was a foot taller than him but he was really into me. We danced, fast and slow, sat at the bar etc. What a strange feeling, having a small guy fall in love with me and being a whole foot taller. This never happened to me before but it was very nice and I enjoyed it very much. When we slow dance his hands would wander and start squeezing my rear and I would have to move them up but after a while I just let him squeeze my ass all he wanted to. He seemed to be obsessed with my legs because that's where his eyes were most of the time. He had a gaze in his eyes when he looked at me like he had found his dream or something. We dated for a while, but he moved. While we were together we shared gender roles in the bedroom but mostly he wanted me to be his girl or femme lover.
While it isn't easy being tall, it has advantages because I get noticed whether I try or not. When I try to get noticed heads turn when I walk into a club because with shoes on I'm like 6'6" and taller than everybody except one time.
One time I walked into my favorite dance club where anything goes. I was the tallest one until I got into the back most bar. There was this guy watching videos at the bar. They used to play some pretty provocative videos in the rear bar. I walked into the rear bar and this guy eyed me up and down like I was an neon or something. I had on a turtle neck that was slightly long in the back with a slit right above the center of my ass. Capri pants that were so tight I had to lie down to zipper them up the back and Reeboks with bunched white socks. I got the top and pants in the Avon catalog. I swear the pants were so tight they looked painted on. That's the way I like it though. I couldn't not acknowledge his glances so I sat next to him and struck up a conversation. He didn't say much but stared at my legs in those white Capri pants. I had shaven so my calves were really smooth and he checked. We really hit it off.
I wouldn't try to pass as a biological woman though because of my frame. I weigh what a tall guy should weigh. But as you can see, there are men who are attracted to tall people like me. So don't be discouraged about going out, just because you're tall. It has worked out okay for me!
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