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

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/

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?