 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Vic at on 11.05. at 15:38:25 - as answer to: Re: aw damn, another bland strip mall, but wait! a dance store... by Vaguery Peck at >Great story, Chuck. I wonder if dancewear stores have training seminars for employees dealing with crossdressers? I've been in a few dancewear stores in my time (never had the guts to wear tights INTO the store) and I 've never had a bad experience with any employees regardless of age. In fact, I'd say that the women in the stores are almost helpful to a fault. >My thing is ballet slippers (tights are a secondary thrill) and I've had many instances where the employees suggested that I wear the ballet slippers as slippers around the house, provided me with peds or colored knee-highs with which to try on the slippers and c0mplimented me on the way I looked in said slippers. Honestly, it seemed as if they were going out of their way to fulfill my peculiar fantasies. Very cool, indeed.>It's been years since I've mustered up the courage to step into a dancewear store but I have many fond memories of my visits and I would encourage everyone out there to at least give it a shot. Any other stories of dancewear shops and their oddly acc0mmodating employees? >>>>A few years ago my dear wife Marie dared and taunted me into going to a local dance shop and be fitted with slippers for part of a Halloween costume (I already had several pairs via mail order- the actual human interaction was the point!). She's a sweetie and free spirit, but damn mischievious, and loves to put me into "pushing the envelope" situations (but rewards me later!). We were waited on by a young, very attractive saleswoman, and it was obvious that we weren't her typical customers. She was told I'd "lost a bet", had to go to a party as a dancer, and needed a proper fitting! The saleswoman supressed a wicked grin, and she & Marie exchanged knowing glances, their eyes barely able to contain the fun they were having at my "expense". It was as if there was some sort of subtle signal that members of a vast female underground give to identify a fellow conspirator! Needless to say, my heart was banging like a hammer as the clerk placed the slippers on me, then asked me to stand so she could check the fit. Once the selection was made, the clerk asked when the party was. When told it was a few days off, she told us that the slippers needed to be "broken in" beforehand and that I MUST wear them around home at LEAST 3 hours each day. Marie flashed a devilish grin and said in a musical voice- "Honey, she's the expert, you have to do what she says!" Let's just say that later that night was a WORLD of fun!!! Later!- Vic Answers to this message:
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