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A Gray Winter's Day
By Anna Feie
It was in 1982, winter and the day dawned gray and miserable. I had
graduated from high school a couple years before and had gone on to a
local college where I received a degree in accounting. I had parlayed
that degree into a job working for the county's Department of Tourism
and Economic Development. It was my job to do statistical analysis on
various projects the county and my department had going.
Like any winter day in the northeast, the roads were slick, yet heavily
salted with fresh snow falling all through the day. I had planned on
taking a half-day for myself. I had other plans I was going to give KT
an afternoon outdoors enjoying the Winter's beauty. KT was my shorthand
for Kayt, my femme name at this time in my life. I don't know about you
other girls, but I changed names like people changed oil on their
vehicles, one week it was Kayt, the next week it might be Hannah or
Irene or Katheryn or Ericia or Patricia. It depended on the flavor of
the moment.
I was my own person, living in an older house in which a part was turned
into efficiency. At that time, I had a two rooms (living and bedroom)
plus bathroom and closet kitchen. I paid the princely sum each month of
$300 for my Queendom. I could be me during the evenings, nights and
weekends; days were reserved for the male half that earned KT's spending
money. I am digressing.
Back to my tale of the afternoon, the county seat was approximately 21
miles from home if I went the quickest way. As I said, I only worked
half a day that day. KT was getting an afternoon to herself. I had
cleared my desk of all necessary work, I checked in with my boss prior
to leaving. She gave me the high sign that everything was fine and I
could leave, so started off to my powder blue mustang that looked more
gray than blue due to the residual effects of salted roadspray. I
stepped into a loo on the ground floor of the building, changing what
clothing I could; I would do some fine-tuning when I got to the park
several miles away.
This park is the largest state park within the state and the third
largest state park in the country and I was going walking through it.
At the county building's restroom, I had changed out of my male
underwear and into my feminine finery. I had started with a brief spray
of FDS, then inserted a tampon or two for that comfy cozy feeling, then
pulled on a sanitary belt and napkin - wedging the straps tightly so
nothing would pop loose. I pulled on a 6-tab suspender belt with
matching satin panties in dove gray that I had made with plans I had
found in a book on fashion design in the library. I had never sewn
anything before that intricate, I was proud of myself. I pulled up very
carefully the opera length 10-denier seamed stockings in black I had
bought a month before. I, then pulled on a pair of support pantyhose.
Over these I pulled on my favorite high-waisted panty girdle, in black -
the result of dyeing a white girdle black, I loved experimentation. I
attached to the 8-tabs an extra pair of support stockings. Then I
quickly hooked my long line bra in black up, slipping in 2 sets of
silicon breast forms in B and C sizes. I know this was taking a change,
but I want to have a bouncing set today. I ensured that the rear hook
and eye was set on the bra and girdle, didn't want the girdle to ride
downward or the bra upward. I dropped over my head 2 full slips, which
sent shivers down my spine - I was feeling as womanly as I could at that
moment. I pulled on my slacks; zippering and belting to keep the slack
from riding down my hips; pulled on and button my dress shirt up,
slipping my necktie around again. I pulled on my overcoat, gathered up
my discards and set out for my car. With each step I took, I felt the
tug of the stockings and pantyhose, the slid of girdle and bra...it was
heavenly. I almost had an accident then.
I quicken my pace to my car. I opened the car up, tossing in my
daypack, as I slid in I felt the tug, caress and pull of my stockings,
pantyhose, girdle, suspenderbelt and slips against my sensitive skin,
the sounds were as addictive as anything I had ever experienced.
I took a moment to calm myself down, reaching behind the seat into the
rear of the car and pulling out another couple items - my boots, coat
and purse which had been wrapped in the coat to keep the contents from
freezing. I put my key into the ignition and started my car, put it
into gear and pulled out of the parking lot slowly, carefully not
wanting to have any accident or problem before I got to the park.
On to the street I pulled and away I went down the highway to the
parking area of the park I was going to walk about in. Listening to the
local radio station, I learned the temperature was barely out of the
teens, it was expected that as the sun went down, the temperature would
drop into single digits even below if the sky stayed clear. I pulled
into the local gas/grocery store, running in to prepay for gas and pick
up something to eat cause I was missing lunch possibly supper to.
Tomorrow was Saturday. While there I purchased a couple packs of
Virginia Slims 120s as a lark. I walked out of store, pumped my gas;
then before leaving I popped my trunk to get out a pair of oval cases.
In one case were wigs; in the other additional clothing. I was off for
an adventure.
I know it wasn't true, but I fairly raced down the road to the spot I
had planned, the time just flew by.
I reached the parking area 30 minutes later, I kept having to fight down
the urge to pull over and pullout something, that would have ruin all my
plans and dressing. I would not let that happen.
I pulled in, stopped the car, turned off the engine - with that the
warmth just escaped the compartment. I shivered and turned on the car
again, letting myself bask in the warm that came forth from the heater.
I searched the area for any other folks or cars no one was
about...excellent.
I pulled the zipper of a case, opening it so I could remove clothing. I
opened the car door, stepping out; reached in the back and pulled out a
scrap of carpeting that I often used to stand on when either changing a
tire or clothing. Today it was insulating my stocking feet from the
cold ground as I slipped my shoes off. I took off my coat, shirt and
slacks; taking out my wallet, papers and the like. I folded my
clothing, quickly as I shivered from the cold. I slipped over my head a
turtleneck sweater, warmth was returning. I pulled on a woolen jersey
jumper in kelly-green, it fit like a glove; the jersey stretched and
turned, as I knew it would - another success story for my sewing skills.
When one is on a limited budget and you only wanted the best, you either
had to forego your desires or find a method to the madness. I slipped
on a nylon net and taffeta petticoat beneath the jumper, puffing it out.
I sat down on the car seat while the car door was open, slipping on my
boots pulling the zippers up to the knee. I then stood up, stretching
as I felt the chilliness rush beneath my jumper and petticoat, giving me
a shiver. I reached into the car and pulled out my coat that had been
in the car all day, I pulled on the coat reveling in the soft caress of
the nylon lining and the fur. This coat was a little big for me, but I
could not pass up a full-length fur coat, mink I think. I found it in
the local Goodwill store; I had to replace the lining. My mother's
sewing machine saved the day again. When I say full length, I mean I
stand 6 foot in stocking feet and this coat is below knee level.
I slipped back into my car to warm up before going for my walk, as I
warmed I pulled out of my purse my makeup bag and started to do my
makeup - foundation, coverall, blush, powder, eye shadows, eye liner,
powder, a few coats of mascara and several creamy coats of Revlon
burgundy lipstick. I am just a makeup exhibitionist, the heavier the
better. Then I selected a wig, shook it out, brushed out a few snarls
and pulled it on my head anchoring it with a touch of superglue or two.
I had slipped off my mink before doing my makeup, I pulled on leather
gloves that I had sewn a mink cuff around, and then I slipped on my coat
again. I was ready, I though with a couple exceptions.
I stepped out of my car, pulling out the contents of the car ensuring
everything was packed right and tight and placed the contents within my
trunk. I inhaled deeply the rich cold air and exhaled it, letting the
jitters go. I put on my sunglasses, pulled out a fresh pack of
cigarettes and lighter, opened the pack and took a 120 out. I placed it
between my lips and lit it, the first cigarette in almost 8 years.
Goddess, what a day to be alive!
I slung my purse strap over my shoulder, turned to face away from the
afternoon sun that was reflecting off the winter white snow and stepped
out to meet the world. I adjusted my sunglasses as I smoked, coughing
from inhaling. At that moment, it just felt right to smoke.
As I walked up the deserted pathway, I felt each pull of the hosiery,
the grating of my suspender belt and girdle against my skin; I heard the
slither of the petticoat against the slips and the jumper. I was in
heaven, the comfy feeling of being lovingly full, the knowledge that no
one was about or likely to be; I walked along. My boots were not the
right type for a leisurely stroll along the snow-covered pathway. They
had a thin 3-inch heel and were white in colour; rather I should have
worn the pair with a chunkier heel and black leather.
I walked comfortably up to the bridge over the creek that came down from
the hillside and flowed to the pond created by the beavers a few years
before. I had measured the distance, almost two miles, I turned around
to head back daydreaming as I did I got about half way down the path
when I noticed another car pulled up next to mine. A touch of panic
gripped my nerves, but I kept my head held high and walked back to my
car. No one was around, I noticed that the tracks from the other
occupants were around my car and then led away up the way I had just
come from. I reached into my purse for my keys, got the door unlocked
and opened when I heard a "hello" from up the path. I would have
noticed the people if they had remained on the pathway, I pretended not
to hear the cry. I slipped into my car pulling the door shut, locking
it behind me. I put the keys into the ignition, starting it and backing
out of the parking space. Before I left, I heard a thump of the other
person rapping on the rear of my mustang; it was another woman out for a
walk. I put my window down speaking to her; she was interested in why I
was out walking in such "cityfide" boots in this terrain and snow. As I
told her, I was coming from work I did not have time to go home and
return back to this walk. She nodded agreeing with me; I pulled out
another 120 and pushed in the lighter to heat up. She asked if I could
share one with her, I did; letting her light her cigarette off my car
lighter before doing it myself.
As she exhaled the smoke, she spoke asking me where did I find such a
full-length fur coat, I told her. As a parting shot, she asked me how
long I had been coming to out to this spot. I think she was flirting
with me, was my masquerade that good. I replied that I came here as
often as I could get away for a few hours. I pulled away, waving a
goodbye to her. I got home an hour later after darkness had fallen, I
got out of my car, locking it up and taking cases from the trunk into my
little apartment. I closed my apartment door, locking it. I stepped
into my bedroom taking off my coat, my gloves and setting the purse down
on the bed. Then I sat down, removing my boots rubbing my feet as I
pulled them free of the boot's confinement. I wiggled up my jumper and
petticoat, pulled down my stockings from the girdle, pantyhose was next,
finally the panties and sanitary belt. I raced to the bathroom for
relief. I cleaned myself up, replacing the tampons and sanitary pad
with a new and washed hands before putting on new coats of lipstick.
I slipped on my wedgies as I cam out of the bathroom feeling refreshed
and ready for supper, I tossed the pantyhose into dirty stocking bag for
washing, the stockings will be washed oh so carefully due to their
delicate nature.
I step through the doorway into living room wondering what I will fix, a
good steak with salad and veggie. I realize that I had not gathered up
my mail, as I open my door there stands a neighbor from above me on my
door stoop.
She had heard me arrive home and had come down to see if I wanted to go
out for a meal, she was feeling lonesome. Her birthday had been today;
none of her family had called, sent cards or greetings of any type. She
was shocked and I was surprised, I surprised myself when I invited her
in for a long overdue chat, a birthday celebration and an invite for
dinner since I had plenty. I only had to change the meal to stuffed
pork chops, salad, parsnips and baked potato. I added ice cream for
dessert, later. We chatted about life, Me, her family and the world
that night. We are still best of friends.
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