Shopping for supplies was an interesting experience to say the least. First I went to pick out the pantyhose trying to find the exact type as described by Akasha. There was another lady on the isle in her mid thirty's and very attractive with shiny long and wavy black hair. After a few moments of clumsily looking over what seemed like hundreds of hose, the lady approached me and asked what I was looking for. I could feel my face getting hotter and hotter as I described the type of hose I needed. There are a million reasons a guy could be shopping for pantyhose, but not when we blush...I knew that If I blushed she would know that the pantyhose were for me and I was going to be wearing them like a girl. I think I controlled myself and she helped me find the correct hose. Afterwards she inquired what they were for and I told them my girlfriend "Chelsea" had just called and wanted me to pick them up for her. I think she bought it but I didn't stick around to find out because I still had polish to buy.
When walking down the cosmetic isle, an older lady gave me a weird look as if to say "what in the world are you doing here" I played this off by answering my cell phone "hey babe" "yea I'm looking at them right now, which color do you need" etc...she bought it and gave me an understanding smile. Looking back I'm glad my phone didn't ring during my false conversation! I guess I could have said "Damn these dropped calls, ...That's its I'm switching to singular"
When I got back to my apartment I but on the bright red polish, the scent was intoxicating...bringing back memories of when my sisters use to put there polish on before going out on dates. I felt kinda sluttish, like one of the girls. After my toes were dry I slipped on the pantyhose and had to get on with my day. The gym was next on the agenda. Doing squats in hose wasn't as hard as I had envisioned and was somewhat beneficial, yet I had to deal with the fact that any moment my tucked in shirt could pop out of track pants and reveal my nasty little secret to the rest of the guys packed around the squat rack. Luckily that didn't happen...this time!
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