Allison M.

A crossdresser's thoughts on life, fashion, fabulousness, and (oh yeah) dressing up

A poem: “Store-bought”


A little bit of self-admission, folks:  Not only have I been very busy this week at work (two words: mandatory overtime), I have a very busy weekend out of town ahead of me.  As a result, I haven’t had too much time to write a new blog post about my latest excursion behind the microphone at a poetry reading.  It’s not as if I haven’t tried writing, but let’s just say the combination of writing, photo editing, and, uh, “cat video watching” (more of the former than the latter) have led to an incomplete self-grade.  I do promise, however, that a formal recount of my performance will be forthcoming.

But, still, I want to show evidence that the cobwebs haven’t settled in to my little corner of WordPress.  And so, I will now post a new poem I have had percolating in the draft section that I had wanted to first get some personal one-on-one feedback.  But I’ll say to heck with that and just give it to you straight:

This little poem you’re about to tread was inspired by an in-passing, hoping-to-be-witty introductory comment I presented at the outset of my first open-mic poetry performance in July, where the audience wasn’t exclusively trans, or LGBT for that matter.  The comment was this:

“Hello, my name is Allison… and to state the obvious, yes, this hair is store-bought.”

Mind you, when I said it, I was indeed in full feminine mode, complete with a wig, new top, and sleek pair of vinyl leggings.  I did not, however, put my best attempt at a feminine voice forward.  At least the comment got some chuckles from that audience that night.  However, when I talked about the experience of that night to a group of fellow trans folks some time later, the line received nary a tee-hee-hee.

The way I see it, a woman’s presentation style adds to her confidence, whether she may be a crossdresser like me, a transgender woman, or cis-gender.  That applies to fashion sense, comportment… and style of hair, whether that hair is natural or a wig.  Until that day when one’s hair style doesn’t matter, I gotta put my best foot forward and place a flattering style of feminine hair over my male-mode hair (which is a mane that’s hard to manage, but perhaps that’s a story for another poem).

So, without further adieu, I present to you a poem inspired by that throwaway laugh line, as well as my worry about wanting to present myself as Allison in the best way possible — even if my hair is, well…


There’s a whole wall of hair in front of me
I could go blonde and curly
Perhaps brunette and wavy
Or straight and red
Decisions, decisions
Which one to choose?
I’m sure the stylist will recommend
A style that’s attractive and flattering
Something that’ll knock ’em dead
At the performance in which I’m presenting

There’s another wall of hair in front of me
Yeah, I could choose blonde and curly
Or brunette and wavy
Or even pink and pixie
Decisions, decisions
Which one to choose?
I’m sure the clerk at Party City won’t care
Which style I grab from their rack
For after I pay for it and take it home…
And open its package and put it on…
It’ll help me appear feminine
And appear presentable
For not only the camera’s eye
And some online stranger guy
Who’ll compliment me for looking stunning

There’s an endless wall of hair in front of me
Here’s one that’s red and curly
Another one blonde and wavy
And a symmetrical pixie that’s platinum in color
That’ll demand attention
With come-hither class
And take-no-prisoners sass
Decisions, decisions
Which one to choose?
I’m sure this website won’t mind
That I’m taking my time
Wondering which style I should make mine
For them, it’ll be just the latest purchase
That helps build their business
For me, though, it’ll build feminine confidence
Something I strive to have, to be honest
One or two clicks, and a few days shipping
Will result in another style that will have heads spinning

Yeah, the hair you see on top of me?
It’s not the real thing
But that doesn’t mean I can’t dream
Of real hair that’s a perfect style
A well-crafted style
A natural style

Maybe one day, it won’t matter to others
How I not only dress myself up
But also how I let my hair down
For now, though, I can’t take the risk
Of others looking askance
At the sight of an obvious male
Wearing not curly hair, wavy strands, or pixie cut
But a short male-mode cut
While in a dress and heels I strut

Until I’m assured that the world won’t look at me
And with turned-up noses, say… “Eww!”
For another store-bought hairdo
I must perform my search anew

Author: Allison M.

A part of the trans community ("cross-dresser" is the term that applies to me) who finds themselves much more expressive and somewhat more confident when presenting in a feminine persona. An admirer and supporter of those who are fashionable, fabulous, and friendly (LGBT or otherwise). Someone who tries to be witty and unique, but is not even remotely perverted or a pariah (I am a real human being, just like you). Using various writing styles on this blog to communicate thoughts and feelings concerning my life experiences, fashion sense, and the world at large (and maybe impressing my high school creative writing teacher who deservedly gave me middling grades).

2 thoughts on “A poem: “Store-bought”

  1. This is a nice poem, I can relate to the hemming and hawing over trying to find the “right” wig to make me look my best. From what I’ve seen you do present yourself very well…no need for worries.


  2. Pingback: Allison on video performing (part of) “Store-bought” | Allison M.

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