I didn't look great, but I'd do for now. As I walked to the high street, I felt very exposed; out, en femme, in the daylight and alone, but once again I was ignored. I got cash from a cashpoint, then went and bought myself a handbag to carry all the stuff that didn't fit in the pockets of the tight jeans. Checking the address I wanted one more time, I hailed a taxi and set off on my shopping spree.
The taxi dropped me off and I went into an ordinary looking shop, but inside it was an Aladdin's cave of wonderful items. Plucking up my courage I approached the shop assistant. She was taller than me and a few pounds heavier. She turned and asked "Hello 'hunny', what can I do for you?" in a deep but quite sexy voice. Her make up was thick and rather over the top and then I realised; like me she was a he. This put me at ease, and I explained that I was just starting out as a transvestite and needed some false boobs. "Quite big ones" I added, blushing at my own forwardness. Delores, the shop assistant, persuaded me to try a C-cup as well, rather than the D-cup I tried first.
Well they were both fabulous, made of the same silicone as implants, but in a durable flesh-coloured coating. In the bra that she also recommended I walked about the shop, revelling in the feel of bouncing boobs! She was right too about the smaller size, with my slim build the D-cup was just too much. I bought the boobs, two bras, (one white, the other black) and pairs of matching knickers. I would have loved to stay longer and chat, but I was on a schedule. Like a kid with a new toy I insisted on wearing the boobs and the white bra right away. We hugged as I left and Delores gave me her mobile number 'in case I ever wanted to go for a drink or something'. Blushing I left and headed, by bus, for a nearby chain store.
I had seen an outfit on their website I thought might suit me. It was a black blouse and waistcoat, worn with a short red skirt, opaque black tights and black high-heeled boots.
