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?