The Changing room.

It was not long after my official transition, and I needed a couple of new blouses for more formal occasions. All dressed up in an outfit I deemed suitable for shopping and trying clothes I drove to the local shopping Mall. Having deposited the car in the car Park and made my way to the Mall no one took a second glance at me so it was into the first clothes shop to view the blouses and tops on display. They looked great until I realised that actually held against me I looked much older than my years (a contrast as most friends would say I normally do the reverse).

I moved on to the next store and saw a good selection of suitable tops, so it was off to the changing rooms as I thought it best as they were tailored to get the fit just right. Not sure about how I would be taken feared the trying on bit of this exercise. No problem the door to the changing rooms was unguarded so into the first cubicle and draw the curtains. Off with my top and on with the first blouse. No not quite right, so on with the second.

The top was about half on as the curtain swished back a large red faced middle aged woman appeared in the mirror froze clasping the garment around my tiny little Breasts and obviously looked a little strange .No apology from the woman but instead what are you doing, (the answer was surely obvious) I was told it was empty?

Before any response from me and to be honest I was shocked in any case an assistant appeared and smiling at me said Oh I'm sorry ladies my mistake, madam try this cubicle and hustled the woman away.

Quickly I put on my own top and still shaking gathered my bag together. Just as I turned to leave the cubicle wondering if my moderately developed body had been a cause of "interest" to the woman and what she might be saying in that querulous voice. The assistant smiled and said Oh I'm sorry about that

Did anything fit? I stammered 'ER not really'.

The reply may I help was kindly put and I looked pale but my new helper was insistent doubtless on commission. Are you needing a blouse for a special occasion, is it to go with a skirt? And all manner of questions.

This skirt I said meekly pointing at the long Navy skirt I was wearing. Stay here she said and returned with a lovely selection of tops and said now try Thos. Self-consciously tried them all and picked two I liked. Not sure she said you are quite broad across your shoulders so the pattern is wrong. You are better with something plainer. Thank you I said, Listen she adding its none of my business but are you one of those, I mean you read about them.

Yes I said I am, adding sorry. No need to apologise but I thought your sort preferred moreTarty clothes the assistant said.

No I said I'm not dressing up I am going to become a fully-fledged woman but it is early days.

Thetas Ok don't worry, you are brave, and you make a lovely girl.

What must the woman in the next cubicle be thinking but she was long gone as it happened.

I hastily paid for my purchases and attempted to leave the store in a calm fashion.

My mind raced and I thought quit whilst your ahead girl, get the car and leave. Before I had got half way to the car Park the middle aged woman from earlier stood before me and scowled saying to a companion, that’s the one, very odd you know. I didn't wait for the rest of what would come out of her mouth, so I darted into the nearest shop selling trinkets and jewellery and browsed till she was out of site. Luckily I saw some lovely earrings which I thought would be useful so I got my purse out when the young assistant said oh these are for pierced ears and yours aren't.seeing a sign offering the service I smiled and said well they soon will be.

I came out of the shop with two sore ears containing a gold stud in each and a huge grin I made my way home, things had turned out better than I thought.