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?

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.....

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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.....

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......