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.

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.

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…

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?