I guess by now you’ve heard that the lovely Tess of Urban Gypsy fame was in Seattle this past week. I’d chatted with her the previous week and ♀ & I had hoped to meet up with her. If she’d come a couple of weeks earlier or a couple of weeks later, we’d have been on holidays and it would have been easy.  If she could have met us in Burlington on Monday or if we could have met her in Seattle on Thursday…if a cats ass was square, he’d shit bricks. Oh well, it sounds like she had fun and this post is all about our trip to Washington State.

For the past few years, ♀ has been collecting a pattern from Mikasa (fine china). She’s not fanatic about it, nothing like Bart Simpson needing the Krusty the Clown home pregnancy kit, but she does have a fair size collection. Anyway, she’s discovered that all the Mikasa stores are closing. She was a little annoyed by this news and started looking around for the things she still wanted to get. The store in our town had diddly squat, but the store in Burlington Washington did have a few pieces she wanted. So she ordered them Sunday and they agreed to hold them until Monday (the cost of shipping for stuff like that is brutal). The plan was I’d get up at noon on Monday, we’d be across the border by 2pm and we’d be in Burlington by 3pm. I wasn’t sure how much further south Tess was, but I sent her an email with hope that she could meet up with us. It was just as well she couldn’t as it took us three freakin’ hours to get across the line. I don’t have much patience for line ups. I won’t, for example, stand in line at a restaurant. Cattle stand in line to eat. I don’t. I realize delays at the border are the reality now, but 3 hours on a Monday afternoon was annoying. ♀ did her best to keep me amused. The highlight of the wait was her very impressive Meg Ryan (faked orgasm) imitation. The windows were down, her top was up and my cock was hard. It was all good.

We found the Mikasa store, picked up her order and were just heading back when we saw this store. Well, of course we just had to go have a look. The store was big, the selection huge and the two women working there were friendly and helpful. We could have spent a fortune. ♀ is going to be a fulltime student soon so we agreed before we went in that we’d restrain ourselves. Everything was going fine until ♀ found the maids costume. Several months ago, we bought a pattern and ♀ was going to make one for me.  Click here to read the post, but we couldn’t agree on the material and it was going to be a lot of work. ♀ got really excited when she found a size that she thought would fit me. We were just discussing if we should get it when the sales woman asked ♀ if she’d like to try it on.

“I wouldn’t” she said “but would you mind if he did?”

I blushed, the woman laughed and said that would be fine.  There were about 8 or 10 other customers in the store and I hoped none of them had heard and I tried to look invisible as I took the outfit into the change room. I was so nervous, I put the crinoline on the outside. ♀ had to tie the back up for me then she wanted me to come out so she could see it properly. I really did not want to come out of that change room and ♀ got really cross with me.

“You came to me and told me that you’d had this great epiphany, that you finally understood who you are. Not just at playtime, but all the time. You’re always bugging me to be more dominate. You say you want to be treated like a sissy and yet you hesitate. You could have gone out dressed up all the time when we were on holidays, no one knew us, but you wouldn’t leave the house. Now were in another country and you’re still scared. Being married to a sissy is one thing, but I don’t want to be married to a wimp. If you don’t come out of that change room right now, I am never going to buy you another piece of women’s clothing, ever!”

So out I came. What else could I do? I stayed in the outfit and wandered around the whole store with ♀ while she shopped. There were lots of second looks and a few titters, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. We saw lots of other stuff we’d like to get; a paddle, a double headed dildo, sexy shoes and sexy clothes for both of us…. it never ends, does it? While we were looking the clerk told us that if we get a membership card then we get a 10% discount on all our purchases. So ♀ sent me to the front counter to get one.  I was filling out the form when I heard ♀ yell from somewhere behind me. She came running up front holding ruffled panties and insisted I try them on right there. I pulled them up over the panties I was wearing and ♀ told me to prance around and bend over so she and the clerk (and anyone else) could get the full effect.

The clerk thought the facial hair should come off and ♀ said she’d been thinking about that lately. “On the one hand he’s a sissy not a transvestite,” she said, ”but on the other hand it might be fun to see just how girly I can make him look”.

The clerk thought about that for a moment then her eyes lit up. “He needs a wig!” There’s a huge wig shop about 10 minutes from here.”

♀ insisted I stay dressed up to try wigs on . The woman at the wig shop didn’t seem at all surprised by my outfit. She explained why there was such a huge range in prices, offered suggestions on what styles and colours would look good on me and carefully explained care of the wig to ♀.  Maybe I looked to stunned by then to comprehend.

♀ did let me get changed before we came home. We decided that the border guard might have an issue with me being in a costume.

Here’s the maids outfit and wig:

and here are the ruffled panties:

So we didn’t get to see Tess, but we did have an adventure.

HHNT

SSS

ps: to be honest, the pics were taken the following day at home.

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