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5 Feb 2025 - shopping en femme again

I went to the Mall at Cribbs Causeway again today on the way back from work meetings and went out en femme. 

I wore the usual skirt and bodysuit combination with the heavily padded bra, but with a jumper over so lost some of the effect of that. 

Usually I wear black opaque tights but today I tried pale cream tights which made my legs far more visible, or at least I felt that way. It was a little more vulnerable. 

I tried a bit of makeup with foundation, mascara and lipstick. I’m not sure lipstick suits me. I think if anything it makes me more clockable as a man than when I don’t wear it. 

Shopping itself was a fail as Next didn’t have the corduroy pinafore dress that I had seen online. Didn’t really see anything else in there that I did like either. Not in H&M, New Look nor M&S. 

I did get some bum enhancing shorts which are a bit funny looking with the padded bottom but having now tried them under my skinny jeans, the effect is impressive. 

Also, I got a two pack of first bra crop tops which is pretty much a full set of the first bra range now. I must have more first bras than most actual teen girls. It feels special to get them as it is preparing for hormones and my female puberty. If I ever actually do that. 

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