Shopping in Drab

"Everyday I get closer to the place inside where I can be normal too"
"Normal Like You" Everclear

The plan has been executed. I bought a pair of heels in drab in broad daylight, and lived to tell the tale. It was exhilirating.

This is not a place where you can hide in the racks. The shelving is low, so they can keep an eye on you. I was browsing deep in the bowels of the women's section, in full view of a warehouse size store. Standing around the 12s and 13s, there was no doubt that I was shopping for myself. And when I stepped out of my shoes, and started slipping my stocking (literally) feet into heels, the commitment was full.

Just like going out dressed the first time, the hardest part was over once I passed through the door. They've got force fields on them, or something. I have to push myself through, but once in (or out) I relax a little. Too late to turn back, so enjoy the ride.

Thirteen was their largest size, so the selection wasn't what I had hoped. Nothing in the way of slings in my size(damn!), but slings were everywhere around me, taunting me, offering themselves to dainty-footed girls. I had to settle for a small collection of pumps. I wound up with a pair of black open toe pumps in size 13 with a kind of faux satin finish, 3-inch heels. They'll look great with my favorite black skirt. Hell, they look great with the boy clothes I'm wearing now. Gettin' my gender freak on.

Dare I walk over to the Dress Barn tomorrow morning? I'd love to pick up an inexpensive LBD. Yeah, I know you're supposed to buy the dress first, then shoes to match. So sue me. I'm a new girl.