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It was early on a Saturday morning in early March. There was a light
low fog suspended over the lake. I moved here to the Smokey mountain
region about seven months ago wanting to get away from the much too
fast paced world of strip malls, housing developments, traffic jams,
and rude people. I have spent those seven months unwinding while
remodeling my living quarters, a 4,000 square foot log cabin home. I
unpacked all my belongings, the ones I brought along at least, and
started living my new life. During this time there was a lot to
appreciate: my three dogs Nikki a half Siberian Husky and half Alaskan
Malamute, Coal my Belgian Shepherd, and Daisy my aloof Golden
Retriever. Also was an abundant amount of snow, next year I'll have
more firewood! And of course was the wildlife, another of my main
reasons to move here. Having traveled countless hours to do my work of
a wildlife photographer, my work was now right outside my home and
inside is my darkroom and office.
Today was the day I promised myself to start marking the perimeter of
my 98-acre property with "No Hunting" signs. I hated to mar the
beautiful scenery with the signs, but there would be absolutely no
hunting here whatsoever. The three girls (the dogs) and myself ate our
breakfast and headed out. I took the four-wheeler with the utility
trailer attached and the dogs followed along on foot. We got to the
first edge of the property and I started affixing signs to the pine
trees that seemed to never stop escalating towards the sky. After about
two hours the dogs had been frolicking in the woods and following along
as I made slow progress, I came upon a hiker slowly working her way
through the forest and underbrush. I introduced myself and asked what
she was doing there.
Her name was Julie, and as it happened she owned the acreage next to
mine. She said she was following what she suspected to be hunters and
had been walking since daybreak. I offered to help if it meant we could
do something about the hunters.
She said, "I am not only your neighbor of sorts, but I'm also the game
warden for this region, and I would really appreciate your help."
I called the dogs and told them to follow and Julie and me jumped on
the four-wheeler and headed in the direction she indicated. When we got
close to the area where the suspected poachers were, we shut off the
engine and started tracking by foot. We hadn't gotten there in time as
we came across a freshly killed buck, with the horns savagely removed.
I said to Julie, "This is what I really hate, these people that just
want a trophy and waste the life of a defenseless animal without making
use of them in full."
We moved on and saw someone ahead of us. Two guys with rifles not a
hundred and fifty yards ahead.
"Strange, there was three earlier!" Julie whispered to me.
We got closer and Julie called out to the hunters to drop their weapons
and raise their hands. I had not noticed that she had a handgun drawn
and pointed in the air. They both were taken by surprise and whirled
around quickly to face us.
One of them spoke up and said, "Who are you to tell us what to do?"
I felt uneasy at this confrontation but Julie continued on to identify
herself as the game warden.
The same man spoke up as before and said, "Well, what if we don't? What
if we just do what we want and leave you here for dead?"
Okay talk about an uneasy feeling, now I wanted to move back to the
suburbs I had just escaped. Nikki and Daisy had run around behind these
two guys and suddenly had their attention for a brief moment. Nikki
knocked down the quiet one while Daisy just barked at the threatening
one. As he raised his rifle, my fear rose further for my precious dog's
life. Next to me a thunderous explosive noise refocused my attention,
Julie fired a shot into the air, and by the time the hunter whirled
around to face us she had the gun centered on his chest.
"DROP YOUR WEAPON NOW, BEFORE YOU ADD ANY MORE CHARGES TO THE LIST."
Julie shouted at him.
He immediately realized he had no choice and did so.
"Get on the ground and lace your fingers on top of your head, DO IT
NOW!" Julie barked at the two of them.
She then handcuffed them and asked where their third man was.
"He's up ahead about a half mile or so." replied the quiet one.
I had just met this girl, who looked like she could just as easily be a
model as she was doing what she was doing now, yet she had an
impressive perception and command on the situation. Julie radioed for
help on a walkie-talkie for help to pick up these two and gave a GPS
location where to find them.
"Let's go," she said to me and we took off towards the third man.
We came across a rifle sitting on the forest floor and a lot of ruffled
pine hay, like someone had been running. Another hundred yards beyond
the rifle we found Coal, staring up into a tree wagging her tail and
pacing back and forth. In that tree was the third hunter, apparently
taken by surprise and also not a very good hunter. I took control of
the dogs and Julie ordered the guy out of the tree. He seemed almost
relieved to be in Julie's custody and no longer pursued by Coal.
We heard a helicopter coming up the mountain and Julie radioed that we
had a third and were on our way back to the destination given earlier.
We handed over number three when we got there and Julie thanked me for
my willingness to help. She explained that she had to go along to file
charges against the three men, but would catch up to me some other
time. I realized what time it was, six hours had passed since I first
ran into Julie. Daylight wouldn't last much longer so I wanted to get
back to the house. I gathered the dogs into the trailer and headed off.
It was a bumpy ride back for the girls, but they had a lot of running
today and I didn't want them to get overly worn out. We ate a good
dinner and then the four of us collapsed on the sofa. Between the
exercise and even more the stress of the day I was exhausted. I hadn't
felt like this since I got here, but I quickly drifted off to sleep
still in my clothes from the day, snuggled with my three friends, whom
I was thankful had been trained well to recognize a bad situation. The
next morning I got up and started the process all over. After a few
days I had finally finished. I was a little disappointed to not have
run into Julie again.
About a week after our first meeting, Julie knocked on my door. She
stood outside my door that evening with her face lit by only the last
remaining bits of light of the day. I think I realized again at that
point just how pretty she was. I had just returned from town and
carried in the coming month's supply of food and other necessities.
While dinner was cooking I said, "Please, come in I was just about to
eat dinner, please join me." but she seemed very hesitant. I added,
"It's only a salad and pasta, it won't hurt you and neither will I,
besides you're the one with the gun!"
After another moment of small chat she reluctantly came in as I ran to
keep the pasta from over cooking. She sat down at the table while I
finished preparing the meal, set the table, and served wine.
"Wow, this food is great, and your kitchen has all the accessories. And
this wine goes perfectly with the meal." Julie exclaimed.
I told her that I enjoyed cooking and learned through a lot of reading
and quite a few mistakes. She laughed and seemed to be getting a little
more relaxed. After the meal was over and I cleared the dishes, we
moved to the den to continue our conversation. The moon was shinning
brightly on the valley down below; animals were strolling about in the
forest. Coal, Nikki and Daisy were lying next to the large sliding
glass window watching for activity among the animals. We sat on the
couch about two feet apart talking.
"Julie how long have you been here?"
"Six years, I really like it here and don't plan on leaving."
"You say that like you have moved a lot?"
"No, not really, I would just really like to stay in one place, I guess
for my whole life. You know the sort of know everyone in town, say to
people 'Oh yeah, you remember when so and so, blah, blah, blah.' Have
that whole comfortable feeling of being in a familiar situation with
the knowledge of who's going to back you up if you need it."
"Well from the short time I've known you, it wouldn't appear that you
need much backing up. Where were you before you came here?" I asked.
"I grew up in rural Washington State, where I also did my training for
my position now. Then an opening became available for a large region in
Montana and I jumped right on it. It's a beautiful territory and I was
in charge of the whole works."
"Why did you leave then? If you don't mind me asking," my curiosity was
pushing to find out more.
"Personal reasons." She said shortly and seemed to want to move on. We
talked for several more minutes, as I didn't want to stop on a sort of
down note.
"What do you like for breakfast?" I asked.
She looked at me, slightly puzzled, neither of us had that much wine
after all, when she suddenly realized what time it had become.
She vaulted up from the couch, nearly tripping on the pile of sleeping
dogs and said, "I have to go, I'm sorry I never realized what time it
was."
"Don't be silly, I have really enjoyed your company and conversation
tonight. If you don't want to walk home tonight, be my guest here. You
can have the bedroom and I'll stay here on the couch."
She gave me that look of uncertainty and I added, "I don't know why but
the bedroom door has a lock on it, you can lock it if you like."
She shook her head and said it wasn't that she didn't trust me like
that, it was just something else. I indicated that she would have to
make whatever decision made her comfortable. She asked if she could use
the bathroom again. When she came out in a few minutes, she said she
would take me up on the sleeping arrangements I offered. I had showed
her the majority of the house earlier, so I took her up to the bedroom
and offered her an oversize shirt to sleep in. We said goodnight and I
left the room.
I went back to the den and had another glass of wine and thought about
our conversation. I wished that sometimes people could just take things
for what they are, in other words, face value. I thought about this
more and realized people have their reasons to not do that. It's what
keeps us safe and invulnerable. After another glass of wine I finally
went to sleep with lots of things still running around in my head.
I woke the next morning with a slight hangover and to find Julie
sitting in the chair across from me.
"What time is it?" I wearily asked.
"It's almost noon," she said "is your offer for breakfast still good,
sleepy-head?"
"It is, if I can pull myself together, that is. Please excuse me for a
few minutes."
I went off to the master bathroom to make myself more presentable. I
splashed my face with some cold water, brushed my long hair to make it
a little better and downed a few aspirin. I noticed Julie left her
clothes on the bed, including her panties and bra. My headache eased a
little as I smiled to myself. I hadn't even noticed if she was still
wearing the oversize shirt I loaned her the night before.
I met her back in the den and asked, "So you never answered, what do
you like for breakfast?"
I started some hot tea as she described this enormous breakfast that
sounded yummy, from eggs, hash brown potatoes, and bacon, cinnamon
toast and juice.
I said, "You must be hungry! I'll get started."
She had moved from the chair to the sofa and was soaking in the late
morning sun. The three dogs were cuddled all around her, having made a
new friend (she let them out for a run while I was still sleeping). She
sat on the couch with her legs dangling over the arm, the sun pouring
in to the room. Her dark brown tresses had a slight corkscrew style,
draping down and framing her face.
"Do you want to eat there or can you make the long walk to the table?"
I asked from twelve feet away.
"Oh, I think I can make it to the table," she said it with a 'oh pity
me voice.'
"I'm glad it won't be too much of a struggle,"
"Once again I must proclaim WOW, everything looks great, and is that
pumpkin bread?" She said eyeing up the display of food I just cooked.
"Yes it is, please eat before the eggs get cold." I grabbed another cup
of tea for each of us and joined her at the table, fixing myself a
dish. "What time did you wake up?
"Around seven-thirty, but I am going to have to start getting up at
four o'clock if you keep cooking for me!"
"We'll see what we can work out, of course for service like this I
better get a good tip."
We both laughed at my comment. Comfortable, everything felt nice, no
pressure, just comfortable.
"You asked me a fair amount of questions last night, everything tastes
wonderful by the way, I'd like to ask you a few."
"Sure, go ahead."
"Where did you grow up? Come from before here? Etc."
"Well I grew up in New Jersey, close to the shore, and spent most of my
life there." I went on between bites of breakfast, "A bit different
from here, it's very flat there."
"So how did you end up here then?"
"I started spending a lot of time driving from one location to another,
sitting in traffic, hurry up and wait, that sort of thing. I got tired
of the rat race. This land has been in my family for a long time and
with my parents early passing, I thought this would be an ideal place
to do my work and live my life."
"What about the rest of your family and other relationships?"
"My remaining family is scattered about and we wouldn't know each other
if tripped over one another."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Relationships?"
"What would you like to know? I've been in a few, nothing in the past
year. I haven't seemed to find the right thing."
"What is the right thing?"
"I'm not sure I know the answer to that. I'm not sure if the right
thing even exists."
"Would you care to try to describe it?"
"Well, it would be tough. It gets kind of deep and personal."
"I'm listening."
"I don't know that you really want to go there."
"Try me."
"I don't know."
"I think I know where you're going."
"Oh, really? I didn't know I was going anywhere."
"I rode behind you on the four-wheeler last week and this morning while
you slept, not meaning to pry, I was looking for some sweat pants, so
do you always dress like a girl?
I was reeling. I never expected Julie to know this much about me this
soon. I couldn't speak. I just sat there with a stunned look upon my
face and placed my fork down. Talk about face value, I had this
opportunity to be completely honest about the situation.
"I wasn't sure last week when I was riding behind you, I looked down
for a moment to figure out where to place my hands. That's when I saw
what I thought was your panties inside the top of your jeans. Then this
morning when I was looking for pants I found all this other clothing
and hardly any men's clothing, except for some jeans and shirts."
"Yes, that's who I am. I like to dress that way. It's just that it's
difficult to tell most people, they think you're weird, a pervert, or a
criminal. I am just more comfortable living as a woman." I managed to
respond, practically blurting it out.
"I don't find anything wrong with that, please believe me."
"Really?"
"I didn't want to talk last night, but I feel much more comfortable
with you now. I am a lesbian, not widely accepted either. I don't
really care for men, but I sensed you were different and I have always
found cross-dressers interesting. You look like you even have the body
for it too."
"Well thanks." I felt much more at ease suddenly.
Though I was a little disappointed about the lesbian part. Not that it
bothered me, just that stupid hope in my head of having a relationship
with a woman as a woman.
"As you can imagine it's tough around here to meet someone, let alone
someone with like interests such as mine."
"Hmm."
"Can I see you completely dressed up? Perhaps we can at least share
some girl talk. I would really like that."
"Me too," I replied.
"Do you have a name for your other self?"
"Jennifer, Jennifer Rebecca Mickel." I proudly said offering my hand.
We finished breakfast shortly after that. "How do you manage to stay so
thin while eating like that?"
I replied, "Well I don't always eat like that and with the dogs and the
land and the hiking to do my photography I get plenty of exercise, and
I like to do workouts too."
"Anything else?"
"Oh yeah! Swim, I love to swim. That's why I am so happy to have the
lake here too." I said.
We headed off to the bedroom together as Julie wanted to further
explore my wardrobe.
"What do you typically like to wear?"
"A varied sort of things, generally more on the feminine side. I like
skirts, I feel like my legs are one of my best assets, so I like to
show them off."
"Why don't you pick out one of your favorite outfits, get changed and
do your makeup and all, so I can see the real you."
"Okay, if you don't mind I am going to shower first."
She gave me the nod, as she curled up into bed with a book and several
pillows. And off I went. I shampooed and conditioned my hair, and
shaved my underarms and legs, which I normally do anyway. I used a nice
coconut and orange body soap that always smells so nice.
Once out of the shower I applied moisturizer and perfume, and all my
girl trimmings. I wrapped a robe around myself and reentered the
bedroom. "Anything in particular you wish me to model for you?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter, whatever you feel like wearing for the rest of
the day." I turned towards my dresser and pulled out a matching bra &
panty set, and a short pair of socks. I slipped out of my robe and
turned slightly away from Julie, not really sure how much of my male
anatomy she wanted to see. "It's okay, we know what each other has, you
don't have to hide."
I slipped on my undies and slid in my silicone breast forms. I did a
little twirl for her on my way to the closet. Once there I picked out
one of my favorite skirts, a denim mini-skirt from Tommy Hilfiger. .I
also grabbed a sweater that fits my form nicely. Back in the bedroom I
put on my skirt and sweater and went back to the bathroom to finish my
hair. I finished my make up and added a little jewelry.
"Taa-Daa, here is the 'real' me," I said as I re-entered the bedroom.
Julie looked me over, as I stood there not sure what to expect.
"Obviously you've been doing this for a long time, you look 100% real
girl to me," Julie finally commented. I felt really great, sharing my
true inner self with someone who actually wanted to know me. "Since the
days more than half over, do you mind if we just hang out together, and
get to know each other better?"
I replied, "That's just fine with me."
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