A couple of years ago I was on one of a couple of long weekend trips away with the wife. For years we've been doing this. Basically, while she goes shopping all day, after I've dropped her off, I head back to the hotel and dress fully TV! It's totally exhilarating to dress and while the homophobics I've come across hate it, those open minded beautiful people just look at it as either fun, horny or just something else an adult might do! For the last 20 years, be it either home in Cornwall or away up country, I've played as either straight, bi CD or full on bi TV. So, I've been around the block a few times and had a multitude of experiences. My wife knows and encourages me to dress fem. However, she has no idea over the many years, I've invited many guys/females/crossdressers or even very rare, a bi couple back for daytime fun at the hotel. I've written about a couple of my adventures on here over the years and was lucky with one, 'Going great distances', to be selected for a compilation of stories for an American publication that made a best selling list in San Francisco. I was amazed to find out my story was also read out on an American network show! It was very popular! (Go check it out on here!) Anyway... I'm a big girl these days, I feel. A size 16 skirt and 20 top being so muscular. And I'm 6'1" in stocking feet. Love dressing up and don't consider myself passable either though have been out stacks of times, daytime's too, mostly in secret. Nobody really takes that much notice it seems. One particular time I needed a buzz, so for some stupid reason I went into a large supermarket in Plymouth. We were staying close by. I love my tight clothes do on this occasion I wore a silky blue long sleeve blouse, black bodycon skirt that went up just underneath my large false boobs, a thick belt to pull the middle one pack in, tan nylons and some nice 4" black peeptoe slingbacks. Dead easy to walk in. Sexy as fuck! Oh, and the mandatory heavy makeup and a chestnut coloured long bob wig. A tip here girls. Wear a long cardigan, black in my case, to hide your body a little. Makes you look slimmer. I parked up and after ten minutes plucked up the courage to go in. Heart pounding, heels clicking, I was off! Luckily it was not too busy. Nobody seemed to make anything of me except a female assistant in the clothes department who clocked me straight away. She came over and asked if she could help. It crossed my mind she might have thought me a shoplifter. I did have a large black handbag with me after all. I panicked a little but she said don't worry and walked around with me almost like she knew me, talking about getting the right fiting clothes etc. After just a few minutes I was sooooooooo turned on. Then she said how lovely my makeup was and she would love to do that for me some time and show me different techniques. Now that would be great and I sort of conveyed that in my now lighter more feminine voice. Probably more Fred Flintstone to her though, lol. She asked my skirt size then picked several out and told me to follow her. We went to the changing rooms and she had me try them on. What a buzz!!! Each time she asked me to show her the skirt I'd popped on and she was bloody amazing. Even had me walk up and down the isle as other customers walked by. But... A silky skirt now gave away my erection and she saw it, smiled and called me a very naughty girl. Then she said stay there a moment, and came back with some tissues and said with an even bigger smile, 'dont make a mess in there'. She seemed to stay outside the changing room door as I heard her talk to another customer. Oh my fucking God!!! I wanked myself off at speed and squirted an unusually heavy load which admittedly went on the wall of the cubicle. I felt dizzy after, almost exhausted as believe it or not, transforming into a woman alone is tiring, add some physical activity and you need to lie down for a week!!! I came out, now back in my own clothes. Then she asked for the tissues so she could get rid of them. I'd popped them into my bag but she held her hand out, so a little embarrassed I handed them over. She rather matter of fact remarked it was a waste. Strangely I was so relaxed I'd almost forgotten I was dressed up still. She went away then came back once more before I then gave her the skirts back I'd tried on. She then walked me almost to the door before saying that's the best fun she'd had in a long time. Nobody, even the security guard paid me any attention but I was keen to leave. Feet killing me and feeling vulnerable by the entrance was reason enough. She was such a lovely girl, pretty, fab figure and so mature in her ways, in her late 20's I guessed. I thanked her several times before she handed me a piece of paper. When I got outside the supermarket I looked and it was a telephone number. I was annoyed at myself though because I had no idea of her name. Her badge just read assistant. My heart was almost out of my chest anyway from what had just happened but this sent me into orbit. Wow!! I rushed back to the car and drove back to the hotel I was staying at with my Mrs. So, once back, I initially forgot the piece of paper was in my car, the door pocket. Then as I was about to undress I remembered and bolted back to the car for the piece of paper. Well, sort of, the best I could run in high heels. Back out to the car park, two cleaners outside of a room were now looking at me so I felt a little uncomfortable. They definitely picked up I was in drag! But... no piece of paper. I searched everywhere, Noooooo... I must have dropped it or the wind which was bad that day blew it out if my car door pocket. I had to go and pick the Mrs up and on the way back I went to the supermarket car park and looked for the piece of paper while the Mrs got some grub for later. Next day I had three guys through the day visiting me so I never had the time to go back to the supermarket dressed up and look for the girl. So weeks later I drove to Plymouth in male mode to see if the girl was there. Several times throughout the day I went in there but sadly no sign of her. I then got fed up and asked another assistant in clothing and she said the girl I discribed was a temp and had left. So that was that. A massively missed opportunity for some fun and friendship with a real female.