Dammit.

Last night I dreamt I was in a mainstream clothing store that was actually TG/CD friendly. They boasted a large collection of cleavage creators that people could try on. They even had a photo booth so that one could try on outfits, and take pictures of oneself.

Then, of course, I woke up and realized that this place was nothing more than a figment of my imagination.

Damn.

A lot of the stores in SF are very good with TG/CD patrons and customers.  I've never had a problem at any of them.  And there are 'specialty stores' that cater to TG/CD who do a lot of what you are asking. 

O gods, you mean it was a premonition, and not a dream?

Huzzah!

I have heard of TG specialty stores here and there. Probably depends on the location one is in for being mainstream.

There is one down on Mission Street @ about 17th or 18th or so.  Another store out in the Haight sells a lot of that stuff too.  But I can get better quality stuff at lower prices at Macy's, so why not go there? 

I am so opening that shop when I retire.  Whole section of hairpieces, including facial hair.  Breast forms along one wall, binders along another.  Skilled and compassionate makeup artists on hand to help you get your look just right.  And photobooth FTW!

If you think that's bad, last night I dreamt that I had an entire bedroom stuffed with five dollar bills.

I woke up and realize I don't own even one five dollar bill.  But at least I have a couple of twenties in my coin purse.  That's a start.  Now all I have to do is work on getting a roomfull.  Then, my dreams can become a reality!

Apart from the usual falling-and-jolting-yourself-awake dreams, the two most recurring ones I have are the ones where I fail something (e.g. I dreamt once that I'd got 7 out of 48 for a music theory test I'd already passed with a high distinction three years before ), and the ones where I'm a guy. And honestly, these latter dreams (which seem to be more frequent since I started coming here... ) are the ones that I'm saddest to wake up from. Everything in them just feels so *right*, and even when I dream of being 'involved' with someone else, it's always as a man (regardless of whether the other person's a man or woman). And sad as I am when I wake up, I always feel really peaceful. Bitterly disappointed, sometimes, but still peaceful.