Sunday, May 11, 2008

Saturday Night Princess


This is me, I am quite proud to admit, a weekend tranny, yep a member of the Tranny TA who comes out some weekends and does her battles in heels and make up while holding down a masculine and manly exterior the rest of the time…..

This I admit is due to convenience and practicality on my behalf, I am happy enough to suppress the female persona until the opportunity arises to wipe away that veneer of man and allow woman to emerge.

So my question to those whose also seek the truth is where does the womanly behaviour come from….by the way I should say that ‘womanly’ is currently my favourite word, which is why sometimes I shoehorn it into sentences - I love the soft warm curves that word makes as you say it, almost as much as well, the soft warm curves of a woman……

I digress, so you know how your wrist relaxes, you lean into people to hear them talk, you hold hands with your friends and you scrutinise other girls outfits? You know how you become a little less, well stiff frankly when your nails are done, when your perfume is on and when your shoes match your bag?

So as a professional NASCAR driver during the week, facing a fiery death on a Monday to Friday basis, the Saturday Night Princess is my escape, my retreat into a world of spending ages in the ladies room just teasing my hair into place or fixing my lip gloss.

This beautiful sojourn lasts until the clock strikes midnight (or 4am if you’ve been out to lesbian clubs…you know who you are!!) because the end of the night arrives and so commences a routine that almost brings me to tears, saying goodbye, because the make up needs to come off (unless you like a tan coloured pillow of course) and that means not seeing her for at least another week….. I have sat in hotel rooms at the end of the night not wanting to go through with it, even though after 16 hours and the make up is coming away anyway I still have to summon up the will to take off the hairpiece and the eyelashes and then in one fell swoop take a big lug of baby lotion and wipe my face clean. Trouble is she is not there any longer and that hurts…

So now you know a little more about me, thanks for listening xxx

Saturday, May 10, 2008

A new kind of pain




You spend half your time trying to get rid of it and the rest of the time trying to style, wash it, straighten it and spray so much stuff on it that it can’t move…..much of this relates to wigs in my case but hey ho. Hair is truly the bane of the modern trannys life. There are various options to eliminate the ‘enemy’ depending on the type and locality of the hair. Some methods are simple and pain free others are for the insane and sectionable.

Options generally come down to:
Shaving, Waxing, Depilatory Creams, ‘Lazer’ treatment, Epilation or just being hairy….So, I have discovered a new kind of pain in the form of my Philips Satinelle Sensitive Epilator

Phillips claim;
‘This Satinelle Super Sensitive epilator uses a double activepain softening system that massages, stretches and relaxes the skin,masking the feel of epilation and reducing the discomfort often associated with it.’

Now there are a big words and generalised statements made within this description, the keywords that initially stand out are: MASSAGES, RELAXES, SOFTENING. The words that you should listen to are: PAIN, STRETCHES, DISCOMFORT oh yes and PAIN.

The fact is that no matter how you wrap it up epilation HURTS. It’s not a cry your eyes out I think I am dying pain. It’s more a ‘Do I have to shave my legs today pain!?!’ However, if you actually stop and think for a moment what that little machine is actually doing, you realise that it jolly well should hurt!



PS this link takes you to the Phillips Epilation website, where the incredible James, aka Karis is the beautiful transsexual model who fronts their advertising campaign, her picture graces this post http://www.satinelle-ice.philips.com/global/

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Vegas Baby

Hey Ya'll, I am back from my holiday to Las Vegas with the brilliant Boudoir Girls and the fantastic Jodie Lynn.

Vegas is a simply awesome place, completely over the top and outrageous in every way. Walking along 'The Strip' is a jaw dropping experience, when you thought you had seen it all then the Eiffel Tower leaps out from the top of a Hotel Casino or some Venetian Canals wind their way between and through another.

My favourite sight was however the Bellagio Fountains which bewitch and beguile every 15 minutes to classical and contemporary music and is a beautiful spectacle.

The Boudoir offered 5 nights of dressing during the week, all to glamorous venues including dinner at The Wynn, Stratosphere, Tao and the Paris, the food was excellent plus we visited some fancy bars and clubs. Generally we were received very well, the locals were most welcoming and the occasional comment or look of surprise came for the type of people who would be upset by homosexuality, so in all not much difference to being out and about in the West End except a lot warmer and with no rain!

Our hosts were the Divas Las Vegas, a good bunch but in my humble opinion put firmly in the shade by the Glamorous Boudettes of England!

I stayed in The Sahara Hotel, because it was cheaper than other hotels, the rest of the girls were at The Mirage. I made a lot of use of the monorail which was so convenient and cost far less than a cab. I am sure the sight of a drunken Evie staggering back through the Sahara Casino at 4 in the morning raised a few eyebrows but I personally didn't encounter any problems apart from the occasional silent elevator ride.... well I was on the 26th floor!

I had a wonderful time, one of the best weeks of my life in fact and perhaps the my ultimate tranny experience to date. Many thanks to my fab travelling companions, Sarah, Stacey, Tess, Gwendy, Amber, Trixie, Deborah, Diane, Maureen and of course Jodie. You are what made the trip special.

Well, what's next? Hmmm, Ascot and of course Sparkle in June, until then who knows?

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Back in the Saddle


Right, fuzz free once again thanks to a trip to the Wax Queen - Kim in Upminster http://www.braziliawaxingstudio.co.uk/ which is about time as although I deliberately delayed my waxing appointment for my trip to Vegas (yeah!!) I was getting hairy and the hairier I got, the more depressed I got because I was becoming less and less Evie like with each passing day. Still with me?
S/O and I have decided to permanently split by the way, sell the house etc, this has called for much self doubt and second guessing on my behalf; am i doing the right thing? Is the whole Evie side of my life getting too big? Should I settle for what I have and give it another go with my S/O and pack Evie away possibly forever?
The answer is no, after many tears, Evie is going nowhere but these doubts have plagued me a lot recently and the hair situation was frankly not helping. So being fuzz free has felt a bit like a cleansing, a washing away of fears and nagging doubts. I am a believer again and as a test of my faith I have got rid of the arm hair too, perhaps my most outward sign so far of the tranniness in my soul. Those who know me may be aware of my penchant for long sleeved fashion, well no more I say!
Kim is absolutely brilliant by the way and I would not hesitate to recommend her. She is very friendly and open, her treatment is excellent and I will certainly return to her salon for my next waxing session.
There we have it, a brave new, hair free world, Vegas awaits, i will post the holiday snaps on Flickr. Look out for how many short sleeves I wear!

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Less perspective more wine

It has been a particularly wearing week at work and it's only Tuesday. I am carrying out a role that that is above my regular pay grade so consequently the pressure is on, everything is my responsibility and there is no way of satisfying anybody. I have to keep this crap up until Friday, I suddenly have a new found respect for my boss, who is a good man and I respect highly anyway.

So how do regular people deal with this? I am lucky I can go home, crack open a bottle red and put some female clothing on. Thank god for being a tranny I say, how the hell does anyone else cope without that kind of release? Drink more I suppose. Role on the weekend.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Perspective

Hey I became an Auntie today!! 7.9 pounds of baby Logan came bursting into the world, I am very proud and also quite relieved really, I have no offspring myself and I am glad there is someone to carry the bloodline forwards.... it means a lot actually.

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Things

I'm feeling a bit frustrated at the moment, not that kind of frustrated, rather that i am feeling a bit maley (it's a word!). I have the the fabulous prospect of a 10 day holiday in Vegas coming up and in preparation I have planned my hair removal routine around it. However, for the waxed amongst you, you will know that you need to have hairs approx 1cm in length for optimum effect.

On the 15th I will be as smooth as a 10 year old but that seems a long ways off at the moment. Ho hum, hair today, gone tomorrow they say but I need a bit of Evie time and she doesn't 'do' hairy legs urggghhh! (that's a word too). For anyone that knows me, I have decided to get my forearms done this time so I can do short sleeve stuff for the summer. This is a bit of a deal as it would be one of the most outwardly obvious signs in the male world of my 'alternative lifestyle'.

The female beauty regime is a demanding mistress, this I am slowly discovering. I am also dieting (a bit) so my levels are a bit low, nothing drastic, have replaced lunch time sandwiches with sushi and desert with, well nothing. This is working, down from a size 18 to a size 16 in a skirt, this is a good thing and I had to go out shopping to celebrate. Now I have a gorgeous short(ish) brown skirt from Next and a fab skinny denim skirt from DP.... every cloud and all that.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Computer Gremlins

Off-line for nearly 3 weeks, it has been so very frustrating. The problems were caused by changing internet supplyer to Sky Broadband. As it was free with the Sky TV package it seemed like a good idea. Until that is, enter the villian stage right >> BT.

The deal with Sky means you must have a BT phone line, so it took Sky 1 week to set up the account and install my dish etc but it took BT a further 2 weeks just to activate my phone line for broadband use.

Hence no t'internet, visits to the Library to check on my emails and quick snatches of the web from work which is heavily monitored and visits to T-girl stuff is not permitted did not really fill the void. Ah well, I took it like a sabbatical and explored other things to do....... God i missed the internet!!!!!

In the duration I contacted Jodie Lynn at the fab Boudoir and booked my place on her trip to Las Vegas. Yee-ha, I have never been to 'adult disneyland' before but thought what the hell and took the plunge. I will take lots of snaps and post them when I get back. Trouble is I still have 3 weeks to wait, I am practically getting impatient at the thought.

Still, I am back online, have posted the hell out of the UK Angels and done far too much internet shopping, a T-girls major habit; you cant just buy 1 pair of Levante micronet tights, no I bought 5 because that was how many they had in stock after all you never know when you will need them, I mean I will be in Vegas for 10 days!

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Life is a Cabaret


This week was a big week in Evie's life, I had a photo-shoot done at the brilliant Boudoir in London, Jodie Lynn worked her special magic and I was very happy with the results, the best of which I have posted on my Flickr account. I had a couple of 'burlesque' style shots taken with me in a corset, fishnets and feather boa, tastefully done I hope you will agree.


Anyway, continuing the theme, I joined the Boudoir Party for a trip to see Cabaret on Sat 23rd at The Lyric Theatre also in London and had an absolute ball. We went for dinner at the flamboyant Steff's then we all filed into a packed Lyric for the best version of the play I have ever seen. The Chorus was Julian Clarey who was an absolute scream and Amy Nuttall who played Sally Bowles was fantastic, yet the sad ending left a really bittersweet taste and again Julian was a the centre of this too. I shall not give it away, go and see it for yourself for a great night out.


Then the lovely Jessica Hart and I painted the town red 'til the early hours out an about in Soho where we drank far too much wine. I had a lovely time Jess, thanks for your company.


What's next? Well a bit of a humdrum week coming compared to last I'm afraid, I plan on going to The Lodge at Upminster in early March, out and about in Soho again with the Boudoir Girls on the 15th and I'm sizing up the possibility of getting along to the Magic Theatre at The Rivolli towards the end of the month. Maybe I will see you around?
If you see Jess about, her's is a large glass of chardonnay.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Hey Sugar

http://www.sugarshop.co.uk/

In the Spirit of Pioneer Trannying, I visited The Sugar Shop in West London today, for a hair removal treatment. It is very similar to a waxing, costs about the same, takes the same length of time, gives the same result and still hurts, although in my mind not quite as much as a waxing does....but nearly.

The sugar shop is for men only, Karl did my treatment, he was very gentle and thoroughly professional although he did want to know everything about transvestites and I was happy to get him up to speed. He made me promise to bring him pictures of Evie next time I visit. I always like it when people say things like that.

In the spirit of sharing, I also had my bum (and crack) done, this was not any more painful than other parts of my body but you have to get on all fours for this and it feels a bit 'vulnerable' to say the least. Let me tell you however that my bum is now as smooth as it was when I was 11, so worth the ordeal in the end.

So the advantages; Sugaring uses more a natural product than wax and supposedly provides less irritation. My chest and back hair was less than 5mm long, the Sugaring removed this no problem at all and even took the 3mm hairs from off my thighs. Many a Beauty Salon will tell you that these lengths are too short for wax.

Disadvantages; you have to go to West London, or Brighton.

Friday, February 15, 2008

The Surge

I am currently experiencing what is known by some as The Surge. Having taken my first faltering steps into full-on public trannying, I have now moved on to wholeheartedly embracing the experience by doing more and more crossdressing related things. Since my trip to The Way Out, I have escalated Evies involvement in my life, only a few days later I was back at The Boudoir for another make over en-route to a completely different type of tranny venue, Stiletto Nights in The New Forest. This is perhaps a more traditional type of crossdressers meeting, a village hall where local trannys and their partners go for a drink, a bit of a dance and mainly just a chat. There are no admirers, you won't get chatted up and certainly there are no hookers and no drugs. It is all very gentile.

I didn’t know anyone, I just turned up because I was bored and because I missed Evie. I’d booked a room at The Lyndhurst Park Hotel and made my way there en femme, they didn’t bat an eyelid when I arrived and the check in girl was very sweet. Stiletto Nights takes place on the first Wednesday of every month and they meet at Minstead Village Hall, a couple of miles outside of Lyndhurst in Hampshire. They are mainly crossdressers who are looking for social interaction and the chance to catch up with friends. It is very different to the WOC, in every way. The people there are very friendly, Lynne and Pammy looked after me and made sure I wasn’t alone, they even arranged for a lift back to my hotel. I will go back there when I am in the neighbourhood again. Trouble was that it all ended a bit early and classically I was all dressed up with no where to go.

So when I arrived back at my hotel, I perched in the bar and sipped baileys for an hour. I really just wanted a bit more social interaction but the only person around, even at 11pm was the night porter who served me my drinks. He was very pleasant but didn’t hang around much to chat with the beautiful tranny in the bar unfortunately. So that was it, a bit unfulfilling but another Evie trip for the scrapbook.

Consequently I was straight on the phone to Jodie, I’m booked for a photoshoot on the 19th Feb, a trip to see Cabaret with the Boudoir on the 23rd Feb and have made plans for a night out in the West End in March.

It doesn’t stop there either! I have been to see a dressmaker for some custom made clothes, intend to go to The Magic Theatre at the end of March and have made plans to visit The Lodge in Upminster with some t-girls from The Angel web forum. I think that is probably enough for now but it is safe to say my surge is well and truly in progress.

I will post my photoshoot on Flickr so keep a look out for how I got on…

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Way Way Out

I have been a little remiss in not reporting back sooner on my big night out at The Way Out Club, mixed feelings would be the reason, I shall try to explain. After the visits to The Boudoir, the wardrobe and image preparation and the shopping trips openly asking to try on womens clothing, the next step for your adventurous transvestite is a night out and if you are in London then where else to go but famed Tranny venue, The Way Out Club?

My night began after much careful planning, a hotel room in North London where I could shave my legs and importantly leave shaving my face to the last possible moment before flying off to Jodie Lynn’s place for a make over. I traveled across north London in girlie mode, with a bit of make up for the drive over to the Boudoir but also dressed in what I would wear out for that night. The Boudoir is a brilliant place, a little TV sanctuary where your transformation unfolds over glasses of wine and excited chatter. I was the last makeover of the night, my companions for the evening were all virtually ready upon my arrival; the lovely Gwendy, the sexy Ashley and fellow newbie Jane.

JL did her magic, her tremendously supportive boyfriend reckons that I have a bit of a Dita Von Teese thing going on with my look, I think he is being a bit kind but it's nice to hear all the same! Anyway, chaperoned by Jodie we all clambered into a taxi for an evening meal at an Italian restaurant in the Barbican area prior to going on to the club. We attracted a bit of attention in the restaurant which was no surprise but nothing unfriendly. This was fantastic time, I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of the dining experience while dressed and although I had to choose food that wouldn't interfere with my lipstick and consume my drinks through a straw I felt amazing and was on a real high.

I had chosen to wear a clingy black top, an above the knee black skirt from Next , my black boots and black tights with a sexy black seam up the back of the legs. I also had false nails on, french polished and looking very fab, my make up and hair by Jodie Lynn were a triumph of that woman’s art and I felt a million dollars. So we pressed on in another short taxi ride to the club which is situated in The Minories area of Londons City District. With a couple of burly doorman at the entrance, you pay £8 to get in if dressed up then it is down several flights of stairs into the basement club which has a long bar down one side, small dancefloor as you enter and chill out area containing leather sofas at the far end.

When we arrived near to 11pm it was just warming up, immediately we had Bacardi Breezers all round, with straws and took in our surroundings. Vicky Lee does not greet you as you enter and no one does as is promised on the web site, this was not a problem for me for we were part of a group but the single girl might find her first intimidating visit that little more intimidating for this reason alone. There are some real sights to behold inside this club, without doubt it is a safe and carefree environment with a wide spectrum of people to see and meet. Jodie knows a lot of people who regularly attend the club and I got introduced to a large number of them, everyone was very pleasant and welcoming but I did not feel at home.

I have thought a lot about why this is and the chief reason is I am not a clubbing type of person regardless of what I am wearing. So it would be wrong of me to write a critical post of the club because of this reason alone and in truth it is difficult to be critical of what Vicky Lee has achieved here. Without doubt it is a major attraction for the Tv/Ts community who like to party. Frankly there are not many other places to go and The Way Out Club is just another club that caters for a minority, it just so happens that this is my minority and sadly is not really my cup of tea. I was disappointed at the number of transsexual prostitutes there were working the club, I expected them to be a presence but they are a heavy presence and while they do not bother the real trannys to any extent, they bring a seedier element with them in their client base and the way they are constantly back and forth into the club having 'turned their trick' and looking for a new punter.

There also a lot of drugs in the club, the truth is there are a lot of drugs in any club and it is easy to buy coke here if you want to, but not every club has transsexual hookers as well, so in my opinion these two factors really mark The Way Out Club as somewhere I will not be going back to in a hurry. I am sorry to write this because in fact I had been looking forward to going for a long time, I will return if only for the reason that there just aren’t that many other places to go.We stayed until after 3am, after which I truly knew the burning sensation of killer heels! I felt exhausted, my eyes had been well and truly opened to a bigger, wider world and happy I finally crashed out at about 5am.

The real regret was saying goodbye to Evie at the end of the night when the make up had to come off, I will miss her most of all. The Way Out Club scores a 6/10 , overall glad I went but I have done it now and it will be some time before I return if ever. The meal at the Italian restaurant and my fellow companions really made my evening great fun and a milestone event in my life and for those reasons I will always look back fondly at Sat 2nd Feb 2008 as the day Eve finally stepped out of the shadows. She is determined to return but just not clubbing again.

In fact she went out only 4 days later....in the New Forest, intrigued?

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Let Rip


With a big night at the Way Out Club on Saturday coming up Evie broke down another female bastion and paid a trip to a beauty salon for a wax treatment. I elected to have my back, arms and chest done as I'd already shaved my legs last week, and yes the stubble is back already!!!


The girls at Health and Harmony in Leigh on Sea were brilliant and I will recommend their services to anyone, I for one will be back, after all a girl needs to look her best, plus they do swedish massage, if you have never had this before try it once before you die, it is very relaxing and will help soothe those little niggles and twinges away.


Anyway, onto the ripping and ouch is the best description really, it is not exactly excruciating but definitely uncomfortable as your fuzz is ripped away strip by strip. This could never be a pain free experience but as the saying goes - No Pain no gain and what a gain, smooth silky skin and a chest that I haven't seen since I was ten.


The warm wax application is actually quiet pleasant but it only stays on for seconds before that warming sojourn is interrupted by the sharpness of the strip being pulled quickly off your body, the actual pain is akin to a robust smack from a rubber band. The most painful bits are where the skin is close to a bone, like across your collar bone and the more fleshy bits are less so. I would say the chest area is more painful than your back and 24 hours later my back feels fine but my chest is still slightly tender. Put it this way I haven't worn a bra since.


The process of doing my upper half took and hour and 15 minutes, the young lady who inflicted my ordeal was very charming and very gentle, we chatted through the whole procedure about all kinds of things, she was never judgemental and completely professional throughout. She gently rubbed a soothing lotion into my now hair free torso and that was worth the entrance fee alone, but the actual cost for all her efforts, a mere £30! When I came to pay I actually felt a little embarrassed as I expected a far higher bill, this relatively low cost will however help to keep Evie hair free on a regular basis. I was informed that your hair will thin out over subsequent waxings and that the procedure will become less painful. I will certainly be back and for massage too.


In the event, the look is what you are trying to achieve by going hair free, it certainly helps to give me a more feminine appearance and it has opened up more possibilities with regards to wardrobe choices. RG's often have flesh on display even if it's just the v-neck on a chest and any T-girl wanting to explore her femininity further should probably try it out once.


So, boots purchased, legs shaved, make over arranged with Jodie and unsightly body hair removed. My outfit is prepped, I have a fantastic new brunette wig from Trendco (thanks Michael you are very sweet) so all that remains is to step out into the glare. Evie is ready but is the world? It's the Wayout Club on Sat 2nd Feb, maybe I'll see you there?


Friday, January 25, 2008

Razor burn


Today, Evie shaved her legs, tops and bottoms, she had a lovely little time splashing about in the bath amongst the bubbles and moisturiser getting to the parts no razor has never been before!

Why is this event worthy of note, well it was my first time, a veteran of face shaving, trying not to leave little nicks behind my knees was a whole new experience but one that surely is a right of passage for the bold crossdresser.

It took a long time, I shaved all the fuzz off with an electric razor first and then set to work on the stubble with a Gillette and a whole pack of Venus blades plus half a bottle of Johnsons Shower and Bath cream. Although the backs of the legs are an awkward area, it was actually quite an enjoyably feminine feeling time reclining in the bath taking my time with long flowing strokes. I think when I have to do it again in a couple of days when the stubble returns I may not feel the same!

Still not a big enough deal for you huh?

Well ask yourself, why is a closet crossdresser like our Eve all of a sudden shaving her legs? Well the sad truth is that Eve has split from her significant other, officially we are on a trial separation but I am writing this from my hotel room in a Premier Inn as life in my little fishbowl has been turned upside down. I am a mixture of sad and happy, excited and miserable. I miss S/O but things were not working out very well and frankly Evie was getting impatient, as it turns out the break has enabled her to flourish.

So with newly shaved legs currently gleaming beneath a pair of nude tights our hero struggles on, temporarily single (maybe permanently) but resolute and determined to take this as an opportunity to embrace the t-v lifestyle a little more. By the way hosiery feels fantastic on newly shaved legs, if you have never experienced this delicious feeling before I simply urge you to try it out some day. Pretend you have taken up cycling!! Does anyone actually do that?


So whats the next step I can almost hear you screaming at your screens? Well a back, arms and chest waxing appointment in a beauty salon next week. I will let you know how I get on.....

Monday, January 21, 2008

HOT or NOT - Your Rating and Photos

I am currently an 8.2 on Hot or Not!!!
I am now officially hotter than 81% of
women on that site!

HOT or NOT - Your Rating and Photos

Friday, January 18, 2008

Boudoir Visit

http://www.theboudoironline.com/


Tuesday 15th January was a big day for Eve, I went to The Boudoir dressing service in London for a full girlie makeover and impromptu photo shoot. It has really taken the last 3 days to properly process all my feelings and emotions about my visit so that I can put something meaningful on the blog.
This was a big day because Eve had never been seen outside the house before, apart from the occasional midnight stroll in summer months, this was the real stepping out of the closet moment for her and in truth I was experiencing genuine trepidation on the drive over to North London where the studio is located.

The Boudoir is a big airy loft-style studio on the third floor of a commercial development and I was met inside by the owner Jodie Lynn, who is actually a stunning looking real girl, beautifully slim with long blond hair and basically the kind of hottie most men would probably consider out of their league. She is however wonderfully down to earth, very genuine and cares deeply about getting her clients look right. She put me completely at ease and because I was only booked in for a 2 hour appointment we pretty much got down to the make up application.

I didn't really have a look in mind, which is a lack of preparation on my part although I felt I had conquered Everest by just walking in through the front doors! So I pointed out a couple of pictures (and there are hundreds) that I liked from photos pinned to the walls of Jodies studio and mumbled how I actually like her own make up.

So on with the slap, Jodie uses theatrical make up which is thickly applied, even though I'd had a good shave before hand, your beard will still show through proper girls foundation so she turns your face a sickly white pallor with the first coats to give a clean slate on which to build. Then it's powders and eye colours.

The whole process takes about 45 minutes to 1 hour, during which Jodie will talk with you about anything, I told her about first dressing in girls clothes when I was very young, how I have kept my crossdressing from the outside world including all previous partners and in turn I found out about Jodies family, her pets and her holiday plans. It was all very informal, and after a while, when the nerves settled, it was actually quite relaxing.

Jodie finishes with lips and eyes, which includes application of false eyelashes. This was quite an experience, mildly uncomfortable at first but they soon feel like your own. Then the Pièce de résistance, the hair piece. I chose a long black wig with highlights, Jodie makes you keep your eyes closed while she teases you new hair into position and then it's the reveal.

You open you new eyes and see a woman, somewhat familiar, but a woman none the less sitting before you. I was actually speechless. I could have cried I was that taken aback. I like to dress up in girlie clothes for many reasons and sometimes feel female to varying degrees, which often depends on a level of arousal, i.e. more aroused = feel more female. If you don't dress you may not get this. Anyway, I have never really actually wanted to be woman, certainly I would never have an operation or even plastic surgery. But now I was looking at who I might be if I was a woman and this made me a whirl of emotions, happy mainly.

Jodie put my hair up while I dressed into my outfit, which I actually preferred, I think I looked sexier with my hair up! Jodie helped me choose what to wear, and helped me get into it as well. I had brought several of my own items with me, including knickers, bra and tights, as well as a few tops and a choice of skirts. It was quite strange standing in front of Jodie in lacy red lingerie but I wanted to see my whole look and I wasn't going to let embarrassment spoil things now.

As well as the Boudoirs wig, I also used one of their corsets and a short black skirt to go with my own top, tights and of course my favorite knee length black boots. My look was finally complete, I was genuinely thrilled and wafted around the studio admiring myself, I couldn't take my eyes off my reflection in their big mirrors, I felt wonderful, sexy, attractive and well, female. I was simply walking on air. Jodie then turned photographer and arranged me into several ladylike poses in front of the Boudoirs famous arched window and took loads of digital photos, the best of which are now on my Flickr page, there is a link to these above my profile.

But before I knew it, my 2 hours were up in what seemed like a flash. I was really gutted to take my make-up off, I could have stayed that way all day and even wanted to go out and party! Reluctantly I undressed and went back to boy mode, every trace of make up was removed and Evie was gone again. I could have cried again!! Talk about getting in touch with your feminine side. Before I left I purchased a CD rom of the pictures Jodie had taken as permanent reminder of my day. I thanked her but in truth I could have hugged her, she is a magician and has probably changed my life forever. Now I am confident about going outside (as long as the make up is good) dressed to the nines as a woman.

I would wholeheartedly recommend The Boudoir to anyone who is tempted to see how they look as a woman, especially closet trannys like me taking their first tentative steps into a bigger wider world. You will not be disappointed.

Next step, Evie goes clubbing in further adventures in crossdressing.....

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Cake or death


I have crossdressed all my life, always in secret and always in private but I wanted to tell you about an incident that happened to me recently that had a profound impact on me and has accelerated Evies growth.

I could have begun this with the familiar tale of wearing mums bra as a kid and it all stemming from there. That experience happened to me but I won't dwell on that story for now because it has been told before in innumerable blogs and personal websites by far more capable and eloquent writers than I.

I wanted instead to relay to you how I came to buy a fantastic pair of black knee high boots. I was shopping in Southend (yeah, I know!!!) looking for sale items of womens clothing, I had my usual boys garb on of jeans and jumper on but underneath I was wearing a red lacy bra and panties plus some tights. I just like the sensation as I walk along while knowing that no one else could guess what this good looking 30 something 6 footer was wearing.

Anyway, I passed Evans, the frumpy clothes shop for older women when in their front display were a brilliant pair of size 9 black knee high boots with a 3" heel. Remember what Lola says in the film Kinky Boots, '...the sex is in the heel...' that is very true and these were one sexy pair of boots and only £30 in their sale.

So with a deep breath and summoning up all my courage I grabbed the display boot and strode inside. Actually I hovered about a bit, it wasn't exactly a stride but you get the idea, the young assistant was serving a woman of Evans' more regular demographic but when she became free I asked if I could have the other boot to make up the pair. Off she went into the back stock room and came out a few minutes later with a big box with my boots in.

Now this was the moment of my epiphany, I could have grabbed the box, without trying them on first, bought them quickly and hurried out of the store. Likely to arise some suspicions but I could kid myself that they would probably think that the good looking 6 footer was buying them for an unlucky girlfriend, or not, it wouldn't matter I would be halfway down the High Street before the Secret Police were called.

No instead, in hushed tones I asked the assistant if I could try them on in the changing rooms. What you need to know here is that I have never been this bold, I have never openly asked to try on an item of womens clothing before, this was uncharted territory. The assistant bless her of course said yes. So there I was, in an Evans changing room with my boots. I removed my jeans behind the curtain and slipped the boots on over my tights. God it was bliss, they zipped up my calf's beautifully and fit perfectly. Not wanting to push it, I allowed myself a small twirl to admire myself and then slipped them back off and dressed again.

Upon leaving the changing rooms, I mumbled a hushed apology to the assistant in case I had caused her any embarrassment but she wasn't and showed none and instead she asked if there was anything else. I thought briefly about selecting a couple of dresses now that my secret was clearly out but I didn't want to push it. Instead I bought my fantastic new boots and literally floated out of the store. This small probably seemingly minor incident left me with such an incredible natural high that lasted for days afterwards. The shop girl will probably never know the profound impact she had on me, though not intentionally, just by being there and playing your part sensitively you enriched my life. Thank you, I will never decry Evans fashion ever again.

Well that was it, the boots are everything I expected and have worn them with all my little outfits, they look best with a dark knee length skirt and black stockings in case you wondered, but more importantly my boots represent a new era for Evie, one with a blog, a membership to the UK Angels website with participation in their fascinating forums and soon a visit to the Boudoir Dressing Service in London, where for the first time ever I will be dressed up as a girl in front of another person.

Further adventures in crossdressing to follow......