"It
does not bother me if you are
homosexual but the people here
are not used to see men wearing
heels."
That is
what the campground attendant tells me after she had
answered my questions and asked
the three people waiting behind
me to move out of her office.
What a reception it is!
We are in
the month of August, of the year 2002. I am living south of
the city of Montréal (Canada)
and, by a nice, hot, sunny day, I am home alone,
looking on the web to find a good
summing pool, to get some relief
from the heat we are experimenting.
As I had
never been in a nudist
place before, the idea came to my mind
and I found a place, about an
hour drive away from home,
advertising a barbecued lamb
party on that same day.
Before
starting my trip, I called the
place to ask probably all the
usual questions a newbie
nudist would ask. I even asked what kind of
clothes I should bring (the attendant did not
laugh) and they confirmed that I
needed no advance reservation to
attend the barbecued lamb party.
Upon
my arrival at the nudist camp's reception desk, I
meet the attendant, in her office. I ask her all kind of
questions but, when ready
to register for the day, she scares me a
little by asking the three people
waiting behing me to move out of
her office.
After
they had left and closed the door
of the office, that is when the attendant
tells me not to wear my high heels
on the site.
For those
who do not know me yet, I am a crossdresser who, for
many years, while not dressed "en femme", wears
almost everyday, high heels, earrings and polish on
my nails. On this
particular day, I wear a black
mini skirt and a beige t-shirt
and no wig or makeup.
As
I have no intention of keeping my heels on while
walking on the grass or the sand, I do not
protest but I am nonetheless
taken off balance by her speech
to me. Futhermore, on the road, while driving to
the site, I had to make a stop to buy some gas, in a
self-service station, and I had felt rather at ease.
I
must say that this is not only my first nudist
experience it is also a first for me to receive that
kind of comment about my high heels.
After
parking my car in the designated area, I take off
my clothes and I am on my way to the swimming pool
where I swim and read a book for
the rest of the afternoon.
I spend a
part of my first hour there not being too much at
ease but, after observing the people go by, doing
their things, I almost forget that I am stark naked
among them. I must admit I feel lucky because, much
to my surprise, I can observe many beautiful women
"au naturel".
By the end
of the afternoon, as I am going out of the swimming
pool, a cute litlle girl, about eight or ten years
old, tells me:
"Do you want to use the
ladder? I reply: "Yes! Please". Then she adds:
"It is surprizing to see a
man wearing nail polish but you
have nice nails". I say:
"Thank you" and I am on
my way out of the swimming pool.
Around
18:30, I take a short walk to the
dining room where the whole lamb
is cooking outside. The good
smell of it is irradiating all over the place
and I start to feel hungry. But, contrary to what
has been said to me previously, the cook tells me that
I needed to make a reservation in
advance and it is now too late
because he is afraid they are
overbooked. All my protests and explanations
rest unsuccessful.
I am really
dissapointed but can
do nothing else than to go back
to my car and put back on my
skirt and heels to go back home
and eat a hamburger, while on the
road.
As I
drive in front of the reception desk, I just cannot
resist to make a stop in order to tell the attendant
(who had advised me earlier that I am not allowed to
wear high heels on the site) how I really feel about
her. For her defense, all she can say is that her
bosses had kept an eye on me, during the day, and
that she has to congratulate me for the way I
behave. Very little confort for me!
Apart
from that dissapointment, I
enjoyed my first experience in a
nudist camp. I am looking forward
to do it again but I am not sure
that it will be at the same
nudist camp?
