It has been my plan ever since I started wearing men’s (boy’s) shirts, that I would one day buy men’s pants. Each time I pulled on a pair of suffocatingly tight women’s jeans, or looked in the mirror at how the jeans hugged my curves, I thought about getting men’s pants. But I didn’t. Mostly because I was scared. If I wore men’s pants would it change how people looked at me? After I came out to my church friends, and got my hair trimmed short again, I realized that at this point wearing differently gendered pants was not going to matter.
One issue down, next? How did men size their pants? A quick internet search provided me with the information. Waist length by Inseam Length. Okay…then I needed a measuring tape (and the only one I could find was pink…just tell me why “girly” things have to be pink?). Measurements roughly taken. Next to the store!
Nope. I waited and waited. It wasn't until my roommate had to go to Old Navy before I finally made the decision to purchase the pants. I think a store like Old Navy is great for the baby butch who doesn’t want to break the bank. The jeans are moderately priced and usually the workers don’t care enough to bother you. Plus I could easily slip in and out of the fitting room without being harassed by an attendant.
Though it was nerve wracking, I selected a few pairs of jeans of different measurements around the ones I took with my measuring tape. I tried the different sizes on until found the measurements that worked best for me. Then all I had to do was find the pants that I liked. In the end I selected a pair of dark jeans, lighter jeans, and gray cargo pants I found on clearance.
So even though my heart pounded and I was wary of looks, I found that as long as I just went about my tasks no one bothered me. And the day ended with success.
QBP: "Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society." -Mark Twain