It Goes Both Ways

I was in Ulta a couple of weeks ago.  I wrote about my shopping experience that day.  I never said "they're for me" but I kind of made it clear they were.  The saleslady and I were both fine with it.

A few days ago, I went back to the same Ulta to buy a curling iron for my wife.  I know she needs one, and holidays are coming up so....

I am gender-enhanced but follicle-impaired.  If I just let my hair grow, I'd look like the Klingon woman here, only with a lot more forehead.  I haven't let my hair grow in a long time ~ shorter hair hides better under a wig.  In fact, in my younger days I used to get a haircut roughly twice a year.  Now I get my haircut before each crossdressing opportunity.

So I went into the Ulta, looked around a bit and then a young lady asked me if she could help me.  I told her what I want and she became my personal shopper.  While we were looking, I said "Can I tell you a secret?"  She said "sure!" and I leaned close and stage-whispered "it's not for me."  I enjoy making people laugh and I got a few seconds of enjoyment.

Unfortunately, I won't remember her next time I'm in there, when I probably will be buying something for me.  But if she remembers me (possible, though unlikely) I'll say "can I tell you a secret?" and "it's for me."

And an open note to SometimesSpanked: c'mon local girl ~ don't hide.  Drop me a note.

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