Filly's Frolic #6

I tend to avoid those people in shopping centres that have the little kiosks in the middle of the mall and try to attract your attention and then do the hard sell on you once they've got you standing there.. Sometimes it's a charity thing and sometimes it's for something like overpriced skin care products that make me temporarily stupid and terribly susceptible to their sales tactics. Hence, I generally try to avoid them while staying polite with a smile and a "No, thank you" as a I continue walking speedily like a rabbit running past a fox.

Recently, I was walking frolicking in the shopping centre again when a lady in a kiosk caught my attention, holding up a packet of something. I was just about to turn tail and dash off when I realised she was asking if I would like a free sample. Free sample? Free??? FREE?! How could I resist?

I slowly made my way to her kiosk like a fish to a shiny lure. "Hello Miss", she said. "Have a free sample of one of our products." I smiled, no, I beamed... she had called me miss! I felt the happiness swelling up inside me.

I looked down at the sachet in her hand to see what wonderful product I would be able to try and suddenly the bubble of happiness popped, leaving a sinking hole... It was facial after shave cream!!!! Had she clocked me and was trying to be respectful and helpful??? Were the remnants of my my facial hair that obvious and poking through my makeup?? Thoughts flew through my head like a whirlwind, wreaking havoc in my brain.

I stood there stunned looking at the sachet for what seemed like eternity but must really only have been a second. The lady looked down at what she was holding and said somewhat surprised and apologetic "Oops! That one wouldn't be for you!" She sifted through her sachets and offered me a packet of hand cream 'enriched with deep sea minerals'. "There you are miss.", she said. The whirlwind in my mind abated and the happiness returned.

Another fuss over nothing and I merrily continued my frolic through the shopping centre.. 

Filly's Frolic #5

With the colder weather showering upon us and drenching us with clear liquid goodness, what's a girl do to dress herself warmly in this chillingly beautiful season?

I remember reading (but can't remember where) that the art to successful passing is to blend in. If you blend in, then people will pay less attention to you and therefore less attention to whatever it is that might give you away (be it your walk, facial features, whatever). I guess the same applies to clothes since if you dress like a drag queen you'll probably be thought of as a drag queen rather than a flamboyant female...

So, in the top ten lists of wardrobe items for every girl would be a nice warm coat. Maybe a pea jacket or even a classic trench. Ok, I have a black trench, although it's not quite classic and is actually quite an eye catcher if I may say so myself... With my arms shivering so hard that I could whip cream without trying, I needed another coat. What sensible, non attention seeking, blending-in coat can I get?

I thought about it for days then found the warmth providing garment of my dreams. With a swift mouse click, I ordered it. Then swiftly clicked again since my shivering arms had caused me to miss the first time.. Then began the long wait with the laptop fan my sole provider of warmth.

Finally, my package arrived and I opened it with glee. My frozen fingers snapping like icicles, but I cared not! I held it up, the most sensible garment ever.. A warm, fleecy black and brown cloak with an ornate brass clasp! Wearing this, I would blend in seamlessly.... if I lived in Rivendell or Rohan or was planning to start my own coven.

I pranced around the room gleefully, checking myself out in the mirror and twirling and posing to view try and view myself from every angle. Lunchtime was almost upon us and I dashed to the car wearing my new cloak. I jumped in the drivers seat and strapped on the seatbelt. My attempt to hold the steering wheel was strangely difficult. I panicked. Was my new cloak cursed? Was it in reality a cloak of restraint -2? I suddenly realised why coats have sleeves..

A few moments of tugging and struggling and my arms were free enough for me to begin driving. I arrived at Doncaster Shoppingtown and made my way down the escalator. I noticed and felt the stares of several people. What are they looking at I wondered? Is my hair out of place today? Did I put my makeup on wrong?

As I made my way to the foodcourt, I could feel several other people looking a me, but I kept smiling and walked on. My parents were waiting ahead and they had a surprised expression on their face. What? Them too? Like they don't know I'm a t-girl already.. hrmph... The rest of lunch was much the same and after I made it back home I decided it must have been an off day. Imagine how much worse it could have been if I didn't have my wonderful cloak... :-) 

Filly's Frolic #4

Today's frolic occurred at home as I was sitting quietly waiting for my nails to dry. It was late at night, all was dark and quiet and I was sitting on the couch watching a show on my computer. Suddenly, there was a sound at the window. My body tensed for a moment at the sound then logic came to my rescue as I realised it was only a breeze catching the branches of the tree by my window, causing it to drag its wiry arms across the glass. Instinctively, I swiftly turned my head to the right to check that there was nothing there anyway. Abruptly, I froze. "What was that?" I thought to myself. I swiftly turned my head to the left. There it was, the realisation hit me like a slap in the face. Like a slap in the face? It was a slap in the face!

My hair! It was long enough to hit me in the face! I giggled like a schoolgirl as I did it again a few more times. Eighteen months and two trims since my last short cut and I'm happy with the way my hair is growing. I love these little moments that dot the landscape as I frolic along my transition.