On a forum where I shared my story about cracking open the closet a bit, one of the members congratulated me on taking a step towards “dull routine.”
Today, I got a sense of what she meant. I’d bought some foundation last weekend while I was out en femme—unfortunately, I’d discovered the matte version of the foundation I was using which the same shade as the regular version, and consequently it didn’t match as well.
So today it was too much of a hassle to get dressed up to exchange it, so I went en homme the to Prespectives counter (admittedly at a mall that’s further away from than the one nearest to me). As it happened there was a “regional coordinator” there helping to break in a new hire.
I explained the problem, and then made sure to let her know that I was a crossdresser so I needed the foundation to blend on my neck, which is lighter than my face. She and the trainee didn’t bat an eyelid and I did bring along a photo to show them, so they could see what I looked like en femme—both to help them do their job, and to do a little education.
With a little experimentation that they found a different shade that worked much better and I exchanged it for the old. But the regional coordinator appeared to become quite concerned when she misheard me and thought I hadn’t gotten good service from the salesclerk last week—she asked me a follow-up question that clearly indicate she would’ve followed up on it had that been the case. However, I reassured her the other salesclerk had been entirely professional and the coordinator replied something to the effect that it was their job to provide good service.
Anyway, it was nice for it to be just another errand I had to run on a Sunday afternoon.
