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Posted by wendy larsen
March 13, 2009
Filed in Society Girl's Personal Blogs
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Actually, it began earlier. It began with decisions about what to pack. Since it would be Jessica's first in-person contact with a TG Sister, and her "big sister", we had definitely opted to do some work with her makeup and spend time en femme. So i packed tons of makeup and polish, books, jewelry, and clothing to mix and match for outfits. I became actively aware of the security check my luggage would go through. There was a bit of hesitation about packing my "boobs". They would clearly answer any question of whose clothes were in my bags. I had already decided I would not deny that I was TG if asked. Not taking my "forms" would be the same. I was doing this for my "little sister" I had to set an example. As many have pointed out, we can only gain acceptance by being seen for what we are. Otherwise, it's all "Jerry Springer". I've spoken up to defend my sisters in public; now it was time to put myself out there. I determined that I would pack without consideration of anything except myself and my sis. Her life and the lives of so many of us depend on those of us who can, taking steps foward and I determined to follow in the footsteps of the courageous T-girls who have already gone ahead. Gulp!
Disaster! An hour to leave for the airport and my bag is WAY overweight. I scattered heavy items about my room as I pared it down to 75 pounds plus a backpack with books and my laptop. Ok, now I know why women have so many suitcases when they travel.
Disaster! My wrist watch had stopped. I had no timepiece to travel with. I took it with me hoping it was the battery.
Off to the airport bus. A very verbal and cheerful bunch of travellers and driver arrived at LAX in the early hours of Xmas Day.
Disaster! I missed my plane. In fact they closed the doors in front of me as I waited second in line to be processed. My luggage, of course, was on it's way to NYC. Brilliant.
I caught the next flight and arrived in NYC after dinner. JFK has a spur of the Subway now, the AirTrain. Circles the terminals and then goes to Brooklyn or Queens where you transfer to the local system. Well, hauling that heavy bag through the Subway was difficult. Worse were the elevated trains. At that time of night escalators and elevators were closed. Lots of steps, down AND up and through exits that were never designed to pass a person and a suitcase at the same time. In fact they are designed to pass only one person at a time. Ugggh. I arrived at my destination exhausted. The next two days were to show me just how much I had strained my muscles. As I walked the last few blocks I discovered a little shop that was open 24/7. Inside was FRESH Irish Cadbury's. It had all been worth it, lol. I finished my journey consuming a Flake bar. All was right with the world.
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Less than two days later I was headed to Penn Station to catch Amtrak to see Jess. I was now getting up at the time I had gone to sleep two days before. This was the first of 5 Amtrak trains I would ride on this vacation. Fortunately the bus stops right at Penn Sta....where another, longer set of stairs leads down. Escalators? We don' need no stinkin' escalators. Omg, by now my muscles were feeling the full devestation of the trip out. I was thankful for the help of a young man in getting my suitcase on the rack above the seats. At least I could catch a nap on the 6.5 hr trip to Richmond, VA.
NEXT: VIRGINA SISTER, my first time dressed completely en femme with another person.
