Last night after I got home (at midnight of course), B and I stayed up talking a while as I chill out. Then around 1, B says she wants to get out of the house for a snack. Taco Cabana is the only (good) thing open this time of night.
We get there and two cops are waiting at the front door. Of course there are no lobbies open at 1am so I'm thinking someone went crazy and cut up an employee and cooked him in to the borracho beans. But no. They were just looking to sit and eat and wait for the next emergency. I told B they are privileged. Every time I wear my police uniform, someone turns on the music and I have to dance around and take off my clothes. Not sure what's up with that.
Where else would you go at 1am? Wal-Mart of course. And at Wal-Mart, you see things like this:
Some of us would scream, "what was this girl thinking?" Many of us would say, "that is ballsy, or vagina-y, or whatever." I would say, "OK. whatever." After being a crossdresser for a while, I don't care about gender boundaries. Of course I don't dress to go to work, because even though I don't care, most of the other humans do.
But I digress. I am writing today because of a dress. First of all my wife is the best. The last thing we did before leaving Wal-Mart was go through the girls clothing (of course). We looked at dresses in the regular (maybe it was juniors but I don't think so) department. Found some really cute dresses and they had up to XXL size 19. We I slide into a size 18 and was in heaven. They were spaghetti strap and B said she had a couple cover-ups that would be good. I liked the red, then the black, then decided on the black with white polka dots with the tie up on the front.
Came home and put on a bra with padding. We actually had a discussion about breast forms on the way home. They are on my Amazon wish-list right now. I tried to pull the dress up from the bottom, and that was a no go. So I tried to go over the top. Started to get a cramp in my shoulder. There was no give in the mid section (which was actually great) and I could not get it on. Actually I think if I got it on, I would never get it off. I would be wearing a dress to work for the rest of the week.
So disappointed. I know I need to lose 20 pounds, but I don't think that dress would have fit anyway. Shoulders and ribcage are bones and they are not going away. When I started my crossdressing adventures, I told B I was opening a clothing store for CDs. I think I just need to open one for all women over size 16. We will have a crossdresser day once a month for those girls that are too shy to come out and shop any other day. And we will have reasonably priced items, good quality, and in my size.
Unite BBWs. Unite.
-Candi
