We went shopping several times last weekend and this week. During all of these trips, I was in full enclosure and covered by the latex burqa.
On the first trip on the weekend before Christmas, I was dressed in the following:
Black latex corset...with bust cups
Stockings, and panties in clear latex
Black, full length skirt...Not a hobble skirt, but straight and narrow
Black long sleeved blouse with high collar
Black elbow length gloves under the sleeves of the blouse
Black full face hood with no mouth hole
Black, knee high latex boots with 4" spike heels
Black latex burqa
The first place we went to was a Christmas tree lot. Sir and I wandered the lot, looking for a good tree. There were lots of stares, of course, but he picked one out and I went to stand by our car while he paid for the tree. Watching people watch me was hilarious, but no one approached or said anything to me. I noticed a few people talking to each other and looking our way as Sir loaded the tree onto the car roof. I wonder what would have happened if I had slipped into the driver's seat
After dropping the tree at home and getting it set up (during which I was not allowed to change clothes, just to take off the burqa), we went shopping at a large mall. Sir valet parked the car and I did get a "wow" from the valet as he opened my door to let me out. I was riding in the back seat and the windows are tinted, so he didn't see what I had on until I got out of the car.
Nothing much happened while shopping with Sir. I actually saw two other women dressed in Muslim dress (but not in burqas) and they gave me some odd looks, but we just passed each other by. Sir would steer me into a shop, hold up an item or two or I would point something out and he would finally take it up and pay for it. I just stood a few feet behind him and acted like it was the most natural thing in the world. The clerks in the department stores gave me some curious glances, but the clerks in the more upscale boutiques seemed to hardly notice I was there.
I did run into a bit of trouble when Sir sent me off alone to shop for him. I went into a large bookstore and located the books I wanted to buy for him, but the lady behind the counter was unhappy with me paying by credit card. She wanted to see a photo ID, which I presented, but she couldn't verify it against my face. She was quite polite, but also adamant that she needed to see my face and I don't think she understood why I was not speaking to her.
I could not speak and I couldn't see Sir anywhere nearby. Ultimately, I pulled out cash and paid for the books that way. Sir had made me carry a small purse under the burqa for cash and credit cards. So the lesson I learned was that I will most likely be limited to cash for shopping. EVERYONE is likely to want to verify my face against my photo ID and that's just not going to be happening.
When the clerk had bagged my books and handed them to me, I turned around and saw Sir on the other side of the store. He was laughing to himself because he had seen me having to deal with the woman (who was not particularly amused, I must say). But afterwards, he told me I had done well, and he was quite proud.
More later...We went to dinner one evening after shopping! And then there was Christmas with family!