The House of Fabulous
Keywords: House, The, Fabulous, of,
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And make sure it"s cool whip and not the fake stuff OK? I"ll cover things here while you"re gone."
She passed me the keys to my own Cavalier along with the twenty and she led me down the hall towards the garage. Here"s your wallet in case you need anything. Christa slipped the bill inside a woman"s leather wallet I hadn"t seen before and handed it back to me. I took a quick look and noticed my driver"s license inside, David"s driver"s license. Before I knew it, she had ushered me out into the garage and I stood there looking back at her, keys in one hand and the slim wallet in the other.
"Hurry back, OK? Thank you so much Stacy."
With that she shut the door and I was alone, realizing that unlike my previous trip out I hadn"t had a chance to dress in something less . . . conspicuous. I did the proverbial hard swallow but my mouth had gone dry. My heart was hammering and seriously considered trying to fake my way back in the house hoping to change before going out but the door was locked and the house key was missing from the keychain. I considered just standing there but knew that I was going to the store and I was going dressed like this, my pink maids" uniform with white collar and cuffs. I had on a pair of heels but this set was white with a more reasonable heel.
I just needed to think of this as another step in Stacy"s evolution. And if I didn"t get a move on, I suspected I would end up at the store in something even more revealing from my treasure trove of transgendered gear. Finally reducing my options to one I turned and stared out of the open garage. A car had passed a few moments ago and several of the local street kids had gone by in pursuit. As I walked down the center of the garage, swaying between Christa"s Cadillac and my Porsche in my heels I kept an eye out for anyone approaching while enjoying the clacking of my shoes on the cement. Besides a great rush of adrenaline from the thought of my upcoming jaunt to the store I figured I should at least enjoy that small pleasure before I strolled out nervously to the car and quickly climbed in seeking shelter. For the most part the neighborhood was quiet as I reached the end of our street and then zipped across the four-lane boulevard where I found myself parked in the supermarket lot only thirty seconds later.
The Kelley"s Market sign was already on and glowing despite the sun still sitting up above the horizon. I could feel myself in a near panic when I reached for the door handle and pulled, feeling the door latch pop.
Except I couldn"t push it open. Although it was a small market, and one we rarely shopped at except for an occasional last minute item like strawberry shortcake, it seemed that everyone in town was paying it a visit today. I would almost bet that their sales today would be a record as my eyes picked up a slew of people coming and going. I had been there in the lot for nearly five minutes when I sensed a break in the action and took one last, deep breath before pushing open the door and stepping out, immediately making for the front entrance. As I approached the middle of the parking lot of course a sedan slid into the front spot and it"s occupant, a middle aged business manager like I had been only last week, climbed out and approached the entranceway the same time I was to arrive. He smiled, acknowledging my approach and slowed, allowing me to enter ahead of him. I hadn"t done it consciously but was aware now that I had started throwing my hips into my stride, chasing away the truck-driver walk I was probably exhibiting as I had left the car. I grabbed a cart, relieved that I finally had something to hold onto and quickly walked to the end of the store, snatching up the first several containers of fresh strawberries I could get my manicured hands on and dropped them next to my wallet in the child"s seat before having to traverse the entire length of the store to reach the dairy department.
I passed several people shopping and save for the one or two that were too engrossed to notice me, I received the entire spectrum of responses from amused, stunned, confused and friendly. In fact, there were even a few that I might have considered very friendly, from one male shopper in particular. I was both freaked out and at the same time extremely aroused by his attention as I lingered in the meat section, examining a few sausages, allowing him a few more moments to check me out, which he did, with little regard to being discrete.
"Hello." He said, also taking time to examine a few steaks.
"Hi." I replied weakly, trying my best to sound the part.
I set the meat back in the display convinced it wasn"t the kind I was looking for and pushed my cart towards him, passing within a few feet. His eyes met mine until I went was behind him. I turned back to my task at hand but not before noticing that he was watching my departure. For those thirty seconds, I had forgotten about the uncomfortable situation, into which I was thrust but had instead been enjoying it immensely, my heart pounding for different reasons. Other physiological effects were firing off inside my body and one in particular was making my walking particularly amusing.
The dairy department came into view as I left the bakery, it"s employees long gone for the day and grabbed the final two items I needed. Finding the immediate area deserted I used the opportunity to check out my appearance in the reflection of the dairy cases. As any transgendered person will tell you when they"re out on the town, if you"re feeling insecure about your appearance, don"t look too closely when there is no where to run. My heart told me I looked pretty good considering the day I was having but my mind was freaking out, knowing that I had several dozen people and three cashiers in between me and the relative safety of my car. Resigned to the fact that arriving home sooner would be better than later, I sucked it up and headed for the exit.
Making sure to always keep moving was a way for transgendered people to stay under most peoples radar. The other killer to passing in public was making sure you weren"t trapped in one spot for too long so you can be carefully observed. The express lane was open but there were still two people ahead of me in my line and my "boyfriend" in the check out next to me. The florescent lights were horribly bright and I felt like I was standing in the spotlight for all to see. Wearing my uniform and not being able to hide between the packed racks of gum and magazines didn"t help.
I would have pretended to be looking through my purse for some inane object to pass the time and avoid people staring but I didn"t have that option and turned to the second oldest trick in the TG book; a magazine. At least in this case, considering my appearance, I could snatch up Cosmopolitan and enjoy a photo shoot with Britney Spears without feeling too out of place. But I did the math in my head and after looking through my new wallet I only found the twenty and didn"t have enough for the magazine. Regretfully I set it back, placed my items on the conveyor and stepped up to pay my bill. If the old woman behind the cashier knew what I really was she didn"t let on. I guess a woman of working age in such a traditional uniform wasn"t that unusual in this day and age according to her or unusual for this part of town where a few wealthy neighborhoods could be found?
The young man bagging my items was a different story. He was indifferent when the previous customer had come and gone but had taken notice of me. He gawked and it was noticeable. It was uncomfortable while I gathered up my change and took up the brown, grocery bag but I smiled and made the best of it. He tried without much success to look directly at me as I stepped by him but he was smiling sheepishly as I passed.
"Thank you." I said, feeling more confident and feeding off his uneasiness.
"You"re welcome." He said, probably speaking for the first time today as he turned to the new group of groceries sliding his way.
It didn"t dawn on me until I left the cart and began my short walk to the car that the bagger had been the same one I had encountered on my trip to the other store. He hadn"t noticed me then and I can only assume that he was either awake now or my attire had brought me to his attention. Either way, I was back in the car and back in our driveway before I knew it. I parked and waited for a car to pass the house before stepping out, locking up and heading back into the house. I tried the handle, expecting it to be locked but it was open and I went back into the kitchen, leaving the items there. The sounds of voices continued to flow from the dining room as I approached, seeing that the group was just finishing up.
"Everyone left room for dessert I hope?" I said, beginning to snatch up the various dishes that had been pushed away to the center of the table.
Most claimed to be too full though until Christa spoke up.
"Just bring a few plates of each Stacy"
"Yes ma"am. And I"ll bring coffee with me. Thank you for starting it ma"am."
Christa nodded an acknowledgement and returned to her conversation while I piled up an armful of dishes destined for the sink. Catching my breath I unpacked the groceries and took the pie out of the refrigerator, dishing out a few small servings. I returned to the dining room and passed them out to the guests before retrieving the carafe of coffee. Terry saw me coming and literally took it from my hands, offering to pour it out for all takers. He was savoring his with one hand while the container was still supported with the other.
I removed the remaining dishes and with no further requests I returned to the kitchen and my chores, the considerable stack of plates, cookware, glasses and utensils.
"Any problems?" Christa spoke as she strolled into the kitchen.
"No ma"am. Everything went fine. Here is the change from the store.
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Keywords: House, The, Fabulous, of,