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There’s nothing more likely to shock a girl awake than popping a form with a temperature of 2 degrees centigrade into your nice warm bra! Almost as bad is popping in the other one! Ooooh! and Ooooh!
I’m stood alongside my car completing my transformation into femme Steph. I’m parked in a field gateway in the middle of nowhere, up a country lane that goes nowhere, except to a farm and some isolated posh houses out in the sticks, so traffic is almost non-existent. It’s as safe as safe can be. Relatively.
My forms, boots, skirt, hoody jacket, lightweight waterproof , shoulder-bag and wig were stored in the boot overnight – as were my forms – which is why they are so bloody cold! I had left home underdressed in bra, panties, 40 denier hold-ups and a girly top. Why all the rigmarole? you may ask? Well don’t – it’s complicated.
After freezing my nipples, I adjust my forms with a bit of “swoop and scoop.” – it’s a technique women use to seat their real ones properly into their bra, or so I have read. I get my ankle boots ready, slip off my drab joggers – this next bit is a delicious moment – and pull on my denim skirt, as the hands of cold air run up my exposed thighs and explore my panties hugged bottom. Oh it’s so good! I pause to fully enjoy the moment.
Next its step from my trainers into the waiting ankle boots, and zip them up – which is a bit of a struggle. Then glance left, then right … all clear. I pull off my drab fleece and T-shirt and slip into my femme hoody and red waterproof. I stuff all the drab and stuff back into the boot.
Pop back into the car. Long necklace on. Blonde wig (with dark roots) on. Gold (coloured) 60cm hoop earrings on. Bright orangey/red lippy on. I pout at myself in the rear view and adjust my wig. I am good to go!
Its only 5 minutes to the heath carpark, just long enough for me to settle down after the excitement of hopping about half-naked in full view in a country lane. Its not as bad as it sounds! Honestly! I am mostly shielded from view by my SUV. I highly recommend it.
Its only 08:15 a.m. so there are only eight or so cars already there, and nobody about. So I pull on my purple bobble hat, grab my bag, let 2poos out of the back seat and the adventure begins! I live in mortal fear of losing my car keys so first job is to pop them safely in my bag and ensure it’s clasp is shut. Just imagine getting back to the car … and no keys!!!!
Off down “white van man parade” – a path parallel to the lane that bisects the common into grasslands on one side and the heathland and backing oak woods on the other side. In the summer I shall enjoy sashaying along here with my wine-cork nipples thrust out ahead and leading the way. Naughty girl! But I digress.
We are on the grasslands side. While I revel in the cold breeze that’s upskirting me – 2poos is searching for a suitable spot to do her business. She find the place, and stares mournfully at me as she gets into position. My first opportunity to do my ladylike crouch and knee swivel, to protect my modesty, has arrived. I adore doing this oh-so-femme maneuver, and enjoy seeing the hem of my skirt against my smooth hose covered knees. The nearest poo bin is back the way I came, and on the far side of the car-park. So I have to walk the gauntlet of being seen by other new arrivals. I use this as a test of my nerve and confidence – in fact I quite often walk back and forth across the car park just to see how “accepted” I am. It does wonders for a girls confidence when she is totally ignored.
Back down the parade to a crossing point onto the heath. Again I have to do – oh joy! – “the swivel” to put 2poos lead on. Like all dogs she has zero road sense. Across we go – again the swivel. I nearly swoon with pleasure – and 2poos dashes off towards Rabbitstown under the gorse bushes. I indulge her for a while, enjoying the feel of my bra and it’s shoulder straps, and all the while the breeze is teasing my bottom, before I head off into the woods, the oak leaf carpet rustling underfoot.
Spring has finally sprung! All around new growth is evident in buds and tightly furled leaves, and the birdies are joyously talking about it to each other, and trying a bit of courting too, I imagine. The trees are waking up! In the stiff breeze I can hear them talking to each other with their creaky voices, and knocking their branches together, and occasionally one throws a twig at me! I pass under a hoary middle-aged oak (the oldest trees hereabouts are only about 100 years old) – and the bugger reaches down with its twiggy fingers, yanks off my bobble hat and throws it to one side! Right in view of some old bloke I was trying to avoid, who sniggers and gives me a wave. Than God my wig stayed on. I honour him with a smile, snatch up my hat, and move on.
I stop at a rustic bench on the edge of the woods, and sit for a minute or two to absorb the woodland ambience. It is so calming and good for the spirit. I am killing four squirrels with one stone this morning. One: 2poos gets her walk and a bit of squirrel hunting. Two: I get some valuable exercise. Three: I get to be out dressed en-femme- Hooray! and Four: It stops me going covid insane.
I move off into the trees again, to find one of my photo-opportunity selfie spots at a tree with suitable branches and crevices to balance a phone on. I take a few pics to share with my dear friends in the naughty corner… but I have to hurriedly dress again, as I have spotted two women and their dog heading my way. Joking! I have only taken off my waterproof! (will post a pic or two this afternoon.)
Oh no! I can’t find 2poos lead! Perhaps I left it on the bench. I’ve got to get it before those women do! It’s a close encounter I am not ready for. I hurry back …. there it is on the ground…. Phewww! Saved! I retrieve it with about 20 yards between us.
The cool air/skirt/ bare thigh experience – fabulous though it is – is not enough. I want to experience bounce! I usually wear my bag cross-body, which although it separates and helps display each boob magnificently, it also locks them down. So I unzip my hoody, (I have already stuffed the waterproof into my bag), and position it either side of my well rounded boobs, which are now in full jumper covered view, and take off my bag and shoulder it. I have been out long enough now for my confidence level to be sky high, so I don’t care if anyone sees me!
I set off at a good bouncy pace. I look down. Oh yes, a definite bounce! It looks and feels wonderful. My long necklace is draped over the out-thrust of my bosom such that the lower loop is swinging free in mid-air. I have often been hypnotised by watching Louise Minchin’s necklaces doing this on BBC morning news. This view, gazing down over bouncing boobs and swinging necklace, and so towards my denim skirt brushing my dark covered legs is a sheer joy to see. Much of the fun of crossdressing is visual is it not? Its just as well, that for me, it has no erotic component….. just as well ‘cos I ‘aint tucked in one of Rei’s contraptions.
The rest of the walk is pretty uneventful, but wonderfully relaxing and therapeutic. Watching out for potential dog thieves is the only thing that I stay alert for. There is a lot of it about these days. 2poos is worth a couple of grand!
Uneventful ….. that is until we get to a clearing on the edge of the wood adjacent to the heathland on one side and the cricket field on the other. There … about 10 yards away, stood out in the open, and facing one another – are two cock pheasants! For a few moments it is a frozen tableau. Then 2poos tail comes up like a scorpions sting, its “feathers” all a-quiver.
With that strange “chortling!” cry they have, the pheasants set off in opposite directions – one towards the gorse bushes and the other towards the cricket field. Like a shot 2poos is off after the cricket field escapee. Now I don’t know if you know, but pheasant’s can’t just flap their wings and take off into the air. Oh no. They have to run until they have enough speed to get airborne, like a Jumbo jet needs a runway. Fortunately they can match 2poos speed, and after a frantic chase the lucky bird gets airborne. 2poos returns empty mouthed and ransacks the gorse bushes for 10 minutes in search of the other one, which was long gone.
So back to the car, back to the field gateway to change and off home, happy, relaxed, and satisfied. Until the next time…………..
happygirl, Stephanie P
My country walks are not usually so event packed! Unfortunately. The above adventures happened over two or three walks in the last fortnight.
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