In this excerpt from the book, "Norma's Voice," available at amazon.com and barnesandnoble.com (and, I believe the British amazon site too), a married cross-dresser and his wife go shopping.
When my femininity was first encouraged to blossom in our marriage, one of the first events she suggested for us was to engage in some serious clothes shopping. So we did. I was introduced to the vast, varied and wonderful world of women’s styles. “Here,” she helpfully suggested, selecting a pretty skirt from the myriad panoply on display, “This is in.”
In?
Right there, standing before a rack of dresses in an upscale department store, two worlds stood side by side, brought into stark contrast: “In” stimulates male and female brains in distinctly different ways. It seems that a female just naturally comprehends “in.”
The poor helpless male can only wonder, “whence ‘in’?” Visions come to mind of a cabal in an underground bunker over in Paris, fingering “collection” brochures, engaging in animated and heated discussions of this cut, that fabric, this print, that trim. Lubricated by Pouilly-Fuisse and payola, they reach an armed truce and submit their collective judgment to Women’s Wear Daily, which presently proclaims, as from the Mount of Olives, “IN.”
Who can say why the male brain gets so convolved over something so transparent to women? I was given to understand that when the day arrives that I understand “in,” that is the day I will know my womanhood has achieved fulfillment.
And by the way, why is the word “collection” used to describe a designer’s offerings at a fashion show? They were “designed,” not “collected.” A person in poor repair pushing a shop¬ping cart full of beer cans is “collecting.” So is a professor chasing butterflies.
Ah well, let that pass. Let’s go shopping!
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