A Meeting in the Mountains

By Norah Blucher

Many of us are guarded of our identities, even among other femulators, myself included. As I’ve attended outings of different varieties with other femulators however, I was right surprised to see how some knew each other as their males selves as well. Some even attending multi-day events as both, arriving en homme or going out during the day en homme and then attending evening events en femme. One of my femulating sisters, whom I have become rather close to, made me rethink this on my end as well.

We have attended events together, enjoyed some outings with just the two of us and are around the same age and have much in common, one of them being skiing. Now skiing is not something I thought practical to do en femme, but when I put forth the idea of skiing together as males, she agreed! From this point, we began to make plans.

Meet Me Again for the First Time

We had decided to go to ski in western Maine, in the little mountain town of Rangeley. They have a smashing ski hill and a quiet little town and I had arranged for us to stay at a rental cabin for the weekend. We also had ideas of going out en femme in the evening and were also to be joined by a civilian male mate of mine, whom I ski with often and who recently became aware of my femme half, meeting her once before even, and was very accepting. This was going to be interesting for sure!

I made the drive and arrived early, checked in, not nervous, but not knowing what to expect either, this being my first time reverse coming out to another femulating sister. My civilian mate was not arriving until the next day, so this would sort of give us a moment to see what this was all about as well.

When my sister arrived, I let her in and greeted her (her? him? Not sure how to say things in this regard. We do utilize our male names and pronouns en homme, but she will always be my sister to me) and we introduced each other as our male selves. We both knew from the day we met that we each had another side and here it was. So wild in many ways, but not a huge deal either. I helped her bring her things in and we settled in and ordered a pizza.

Aside from being dressed as more shabby males and me utilizing my male voice, it was actually not that different. We chatted half the evening away about this and that. Some about our femme lives and experiences and a bit about our everyday males lives as well. I will say though that finally meeting one of my sisters en homme did help “normalize” my whole life a bit more. Most of us here do not live femme lives full-time and some of us get out and meet other femulators at meetings, events, outings, etc., but meeting someone’s male half sort of cemented, at least for me, that we all live two sides of life and it’s okay.

The Mountain is Calling

We arose the next morning and began our day in no particular hurry. Arriving at the ski lodge, we readied out kits and also met up with my civilian mate. It turned out to be one of the most fabulous days of the season. Weather and conditions were good and we found ourselves to be of similar abilities – my sister on a snowboard and on skis myself. Though I’ve been there many times, we explored some trails I’d not yet been to and enjoyed some food and drink at some of the various pubs on the hill. 

Skiing is a rather egalitarian activity, so the fact that me and my sister were both en homme, and with a civilian male, seemed to not have much sway on anything really, though it was nice that my civilian mate knows Norah, too, and of my sister’s other life, so it was rather stress-free for us all as we did not necessarily have to hide anything either. Just a fun day out on the ski slope.

As the day began to wind down, my civilian mate, who had recently not been feeling well, decided he would eat at the ski lodge, before returning to the cabin for the evening. My sister and I were naturally tired as well, but decided we would return to the cabin to get en femme and enjoy an evening out. I mean really, did you think two femulators could go away for a weekend and not try to squeeze in an en femme outing! Lol.

Meet Me Again for the First Time Again!

My sister and I began our transformations and as you know, this can take some time especially after a day of cold weather exertion. During this time, my civilian mate returned and suddenly found himself confronted with a dilemma he had not quite prepared himself for. He was, in fact, sharing the cabin at this time with two girls!

Now he knew we would be doing this and that was fine, but exactly what this entailed was still a bit of an unknown. He does share his life with a wonderful lady, though she is very minimalist in many ways. She is every inch a woman, but does not fuss with hair and makeup like most and really does not need to either. My routine, if I put my mind to it, can take a bit under two hours, which is shorter than my own mother takes, so I think that’s not right bad. My wife took a bit sorter than that, but it still took some time.

The fallout of all this though was that my poor mate really had no idea of what to expect with regard to women fixing themselves up and suddenly found himself in a two loo cabin with a girl in each one!

In all honesty, I found this to be quite sweet of him. Though he’s known me as male most of our lives and met my sister as her male self first, he actually returned to our cabin with the mindset that he was sharing it with two girls that evening and did not quite know how to react when he was suddenly confronted with the reality of it. Long story short though, he finally said something – we both had a good laugh and I told him next time to just bloody say something if he needed to use the loo, lol.

Crisis averted and transformations complete, my sister and I emerged from our rooms ready to take on the night. My male mate took a minute to take this all in. Mind you, he’s known male me a long time and met Norah only once for dinner just a few weeks prior. In this case, he had spent a whole day with two males, who now suddenly stood before him as their femme selves and he admitted it took a minute to set in, especially having seen our other sides just two hours before.

I considered this to be a sincere complement to both of us. Even knowing us both en homme, what he saw before him was not two fellows in frocks, but two women and it took a minute for this to absorb. He also admired out resolve, as he acknowledged how much effort this took after a day of cold air exertion. He did wish he was feeling more up to going out as well as he would have had no problem going to eat with us, but after a brief discussion and some recommendations on where to eat, my sister and I took off!

Fitting In

Blending in with other women is usually our goal and though we were heading out into a small mountain town, populated on winter weekends with skiers and snowmobilers, the goal was the same. I opted for a wool snowflake sweater, skinny jeans and my furry snow boots. My sister was similar, though a bit more formal in a sold color sweater and some low heeled boots. Though the ski lodge was closed at this time and we had to go to one of the in-town restaurants, I thought we did a decent job at “ski bunny” femulation.

Our first choice had much too long of a wait, so we went over to a little tavern that appeared to have good food. I must admit that I did not feel I looked my best. I was quite knackered and spending all day with a freezing wind in your face does not exactly bring out one’s best side either. As I looked about the room at other women though, I came to realize we were all in the same boat. Some were dressed a bit nicer like us, some more casual and none of us looked like we were going to a modeling session or photoshoot, but we all looked just fine. I came to see I was just another girl getting a meal after a long cold day and was a bit more put together than most.

I’d actually no idea what to expect walking in, never having been to this particular place, but found we were treated just fine. Some appeared to be locals, others on holiday like us and everyone was fixated on their own group with nary a look at the two of us. The waitstaff was most kind and I even noticed the bar maid had a really cute wrap top on, so I waltzed over to the bar to compliment her and ask where she got it!

Having our fill, we made our way back to the cabin where my civilian mate was still up and eager to hear of our outing again expressing how he wished he had felt better and went with us as it sounded like a fabulous time to him.

Back Where We Started

So next morning, it was back to three blokes in the cabin. My civilian mate packed up early to get some ski runs in before heading home, while my sister and I took our time, loading our cars and chatting a bunch as girls do. We do not often see each other, so we tend to not be in any particular hurry when we do get together.

On my way home, I stopped at a small department store to browse a bit. (Did you really think you’d get through this story without any shopping, lol!) Anyway, I happened across something I had actually been thinking about, a new female coat. While I adore the black wool coat with the fur trim hood you’ve seen in some of my outing photos, I’ve thought of something a bit more utilitarian for when weather is bad. Going out and about in Rangeley also cemented this thought as I did think it looked a bit too fancy for that setting. 

On a sale rack I came across a black Columbia parka with a faux fur hood in my size. Perfect! It looked plenty nice enough to wear with my work attire if the weather was sloppy, but also fit much better in very casual settings like I had just been in. Though being a real ski bunny might not be in the picture, I could look the part a little better at least.

Heading over to the till, the lady there commented what a nice coat it was and also informed me she had included a gift receipt in case it did not fit, or “she” needed to return it. I just smiled and thanked her, but said that I thought “she” would be happy with it.

So loves, thus ended a fabulous weekend of firsts. Certainly a roller coater for sure, but still fun, and one of discovery for all involved. Questions or comments are welcome below or you can email me at nblucher at-sign proton dot me. Though I love sharing my adventures, it truly is the chit-chat it generates for all that I adore most.

Wearing Hutch

Professional femulator Francis Lee Alsop known as Minnie Meyers, circa 1947