It was late, and I didn't want to go home. I realized the limited options that I really had for going out dressed up, so I popped into the supermarket at night. It was pretty dead, there were a few people meandering about, squeezing melons, listening to the soft tunes of the elevator music playing overhead.
I was far enough away from most people that I wasn't really that nervous, but I still walked a tiny bit cautiously and conservatively past the produce aisle. As I reached the other part of the store, it was a lot emptier. Some aisles I had all to my own. Enjoying the moment to be a little bit more free, I experimented with my feminine movement, being extra girly in my walk, my mind, and how I interacted with things.
It was a freeing feeling, and it made me feel more feminine. As I emerged from the end of one aisles, I walked past the meat section where an old man was standing. I was walking straight toward him, and he was leering at me. I don't know if he just appreciated my feminine dress in an era when most women wear jeans to the store, or if he thought I was sexy, but he just stared and checked me out.
It was a weird feeling being checked out by a guy. I politely walked by, not too engaging, but not afraid either.
For me this was a confusing moment. Unlike most sissies, I'm not attracted to men. But it makes me think. The whole point of dressing up and being pretty for a girl is to attract a mate. I, too, want to dress up and be pretty, but I don't necessarily want to draw male attention.
It does make me wonder if something like this will happen again. I guess it's flattering, but frightening in a way too.
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