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An Unusual Walkabout
By - Anna Feie
I work out of the home most weeks that suit me just fine. I can wear
what I like, act like I want to and in simply English - live my life as
I want without public scrutiny. All we, guys and gals who are
transgendered (hate that word) is acceptance. Enough of the soapbox.
Some years ago, I had the opportunity to go ?walkabout? so I went. I
have a great deal of experience being one of the ancient crones to
still walk this realm, aka Earth. I put together a hurry-up plan of
action, deciding on hiking a circular route so I would not have to make
arrangements for pickup. It was to be a simple 3-nights/4 day affair.
I laid out the items to be included in my trip; the tent, sleeping bag,
cooking gear, pack, food bag, cord for bear bag. Then I got down to
planning - trying to decide what clothing, shoes, jewelry and makeup I
would include. Whether or not I would wear breastforms. Yes, girls, I
was going to go enfemme. I was going to dress, as I want to, carrying
a backpack and sweat off the makeup I had put on during the morning. I
knew I was going to have to be stealthy, cause a lot could happen.
So down to the critical planning, I decided on 2 nighties - one short,
one long, both blue as the sky above at night; 4 pairs of panties -
different days of the week kind, had to keep my mind on track with the
right day of the week; could not decide between pantyhose or stockings
- so I took 3 pairs of each; tossed in 2 girdles - both white and 1
garterbelt. Added 2 white bras to the growing pile of clothing, both
longline - favorites. Added 2 skirts - khaki and moss green and 3 t-
shirts in matching colors. Thought I should add at least a blouse,
never know whom you might meet in the woods. Then it came down to
adding the right footwear; I included 1 pair of black patent stilettos,
1 pair of moss green low heels, a pair of tennis shoes that I would be
wearing most of the time to hike in. Did not want to add to much
weight, I was going to be gone for only a couple nights. I decided to
bring a couple necklaces and a change of earrings and just wear my
normal assortment of rings - one for each finger or so. I know I am
leaving several very important items out of this list; you girls will
just have to use your minds. I did remember to include my feminine
protection.
I packed everything into the pack, or tried to - too much gear for the
size of the pack. I had to graduate to a larger pack or leave some
essentials behind, simply could not do that. Well got everything
packed the second try around, and then came the many attempts to hoist
the pack and settle it on my back. It was like lifting a rear end of a
'54 Chevy Belair, hopeless. Got it up, balanced it on a kitchen
counter, shimmed the pack straps on and stepped away from the counter.
Two disasters occurred at the same time. One I started to tip over
backwards, two I had a blowout with a breast form. What a mess! Well
had to start over I guess. Decisions, decisions - what to leave
behind; I tell you girls, I started thinking about the sleeping bag,
that would not work- needed shelter out there in wide world of woods,
you see. Thought about the cook set and food, if I did that I could
leave out the rope for the bear bag, that's a thought but not a good
one. What would I eat then? Some days I wished I was a blond with a
44/30/36 built; they always seem to make things work out for them.
Guess it was time to get serious with my plans; I removed everything
and started over. Started over with the clothing/lingerie/shoes mess.
I pared myself down to my stilettos and tennis shoes for footwear. I
decided on only one bra, one girdle 2 pair of stockings and pantyhose -
respectfully. Left out 1 skirt, 2 teeshirts, kept the blouse, left out
the suspenderbelt, and pared down the makeup essentials - only included
the base, coverup, 2 tubes of lipstick, a blush, eyeliner, mascara, 3
eyeshadows and assorted brushes, sponges and wipes.
Well through trial and trial and trial and error, I got my pack and its
contents down to a respectable 40 pounds plus. I was feeling
miserable, this trip was becoming a royal pain in the tushie. Excuse
me girls, but that gets me wiggling with naughty thoughts. I have to
retire to my room for a short rest period. I was thankful for one
thing; I was in the habit of wearing my hair long, so I didn't need a
wig. Thank heavens for minor miracles.
The day of the trip came finally along, the day dawn overcast, as was
my mood. I had little or no sleep the night before; I was too excited
or was that foreboding. I proceeded to dump out the entire pack cause
I thought I wanted to reexamine every little detail and item. That set
me back four hours, instead of leaving the house by 0800 hours, I got
away just before the noon hour.
Here is what I kept, finally in the pack. Substituted tarp and ground
cloth for tent - subdued green better than bright orange; sleeping bag
and pad; cook set (1-2 quart pot/lid); 1 steel canteen & cup...1-20
ounce soda bottle; enough cord for ties for the tarp and bear-bag;
spoon; 3 sources of ?fire?; a knife; a trowel & paper; a spiral bound
notebook for a diary with pen; food; and clothing. Clothing consisted
of - ain't going to tell ya again.
I drove the 30 miles to the starting point, parked my car - finished
dressing by putting on my tennis shoes and packing my heels. I thought
I looked good, one final look in my magnifying mirror; then I was off
up the trail and into the woods. I picked up my pack, slinging it onto
my back and almost went over again from being unbalanced. I may be
unbalanced, mentally and emotionally - but I usually have an excellent
sense of balance. Wonder how much these forms unbalanced me? MMMMMMM?
Before I go further, let be make something known - because I had that
blowout, I had to replace my forms. I did a very dumb but happy thing,
I stepped up in cup size from a C to a D....joy joy - happy happy! I
did not change my bra cup size though, ah!
Well, the pack is settled onto my back, I felt the loving, snuggling
caress of my girdle, the tug of my stockings and the comforting hiss of
escaping air from between my breast forms and skin. A fresh touch of
lipstick, a ?Johnny-on-the-spot? walking stick and off I am up the
trail, the day is looking up for me. Many miles to go before I break
for lunch or is that dinner since I am starting so late. Don't care!
Oops, immediately I run into a problem; a group coming down the trail
towards me. I hear them so I step off the trail and start to go along
side the trail stepping back onto the trail when I am past them. That
put an end to my stockings, the briars are unmerciful, yet I have found
a bounty. The berries are dark, rich and ripe; out comes a baggie and
I am slow to hurry on, I am eating and filling the baggie. Delicious!
After what seems a very short time, I look at my watch and am alarmed -
a hour has passed me by and I am still within a mile of the ?Start?. I
figure I have about a quart or more of ripe berries probably have eaten
thrice that amount. Poor bears, I got here first.
Back on to the North Country Trail, I head up into the park. I listen
to the birds, the animals as they go about their business, I hear music
from another group coming towards me - off trail I go again. As they
come down the curve in the trail, I wonder how they can hear anything
with that noise blaring away. I step back onto the trail and continue
up making the miles fall behind me. When I stop, I have stopped for a
few reasons - sun is preparing to set, I am tired, I have sore feet,
there is a cold running stream nearby and I got to set camp up. It
takes a matter of minutes to select a campsite, prepare a fire ring,
collect firewood and then I can soak my feet. I forgot to include a
pair of socks in my gear. Luckily no blisters.
While I set on a rock with my feet in the water, freezing - I spy a
dart of color, a Brook Trout is swimming in the pool below the rock. I
twist my torso, poking about the duff and pull out a worm or two, these
I toss into the brook watching the brookie chase after the fine meal I
have served it. A moment later, another has joined the other - now
they are warring over the leftovers of worms. I pull my feet out; they
spook and head for cover beneath a fallen hemlock. I return to camp.
Back at camp, I put together the fire - tinder first, then kindling,
finally the larger branches. I cut a few sticks, weaving myself a
grill for the steak I brought with me for the first night's meal, after
the fire has died down a bit - I put on a potato wrapped in foil into
the coals. I listen to the hiss of the steak's juices falling into
fire/coals; the sounds of world as the night comes alive; the snap,
crackle and pop of the fire and the hiss of the water boiling in the
kettle/canteen for a hot beverage - tea, tonight hemlock with a touch
of whiskey. Life is good.
I let the fire die away; I am snuggling in my bag, nightie bunching up
around me, deliciously. Sleep is taking me away to slumber land where
I will plan for tomorrow. Berries, scrambled eggs, trout and twist
bread is on the morning's menu.
I wake to the sun shining into my eyes; I rush off to do my washing up
and toileting. Then I will stake the trout I saw yesterday. Wish me
luck.
I pull on clean panties, pantyhose and girdle; hook my bra, slipping
the forms into the cups; slip on a chemise and half-slip and my skirt
with fresh blouse. I do my makeup before striking my camp, foundation,
blemish cover, blush, powder and lipstick for today with just a few
layers of mascara. Everything is packed away; the camp is returned to
its natural state; I have pulled on my pack and picked up my stick
heading out to the trail and a better day than the previous day.
I have wanted to try hiking in my stilettos, so off with the sneakers
and on with the heels. Has anyone ever tried hiking on a forest trail
in heels besides me; simply foolish, could have broken a heel or worse
an ankle. Must be I am having a blond moment. It takes me nearly an
hour to cover what I gather is a few hundred yards; I keep making holes
in the ground with my heels.
I decide to break for lunch pulling my pack off my back and the heels
off my feet; another hiker is coming up the trail, passes me then
returns asking if I am having problems. I tell him no, I am taking my
time on this hike. He asks me how long I have worn skirts and why I
wear skirts while hiking, no mention about the makeup or heels lying
beside me; oh well, life is funny that way. I set out a feast of
bannock, peanut butter and banana for lunch. When finished, I bury the
trash - don't get on me for not taking my trash with me, I am not
perfect.
Time to get on down the trail, the day is beckoning me; the wood and
its critters are encouraging me; and I want to finish this walkabout.
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