blows

I have virtually removed my online presence because of some mean people who have decided to plague me with abusive and harassing emails. They think because they have linked Evie to my real life persona that I should be worthy of their hate.

I am so tired of this now, i just don't have the strength to battle this and MS every day. When i was first diagnosed my whole life fell away and i all i wanted to do was fade quietly into the night. Ever since i have tried to live each new day in the sun but someone is blocking my view!

You may care to know that the time i spend as Evie is my release, my joy and i only really have a limited time left to be with her. The internet helped me find her and the internet is now helping to destroy her and i feel bereft by the dichotomy.

This is my last post, highs and lows - sighs and blows.
I will lock this blog in a bit, thanks for reading my ramblings and i am grateful for the friends i found.

Forums on Fire

God aren't forums a frustrating experience sometimes? I subscribe to a TG one and usually really enjoy my posting experience having forged some great friendships through subscribing to it's pages. But there is always one isn't there! Some lying self delusional twat who soils the pages with their utter nonsense and the urge to call them out, to shout,' you are a liar and i can prove it', is incredibly overwhelming but in the end what does it actually achieve?

....fuck all as a matter of fact because the anonymity afforded these people by the internet (which in turn can be a friend as well admitted) allows the Forum Troll to sit in front of their computer screen and post their Walter Mittyesque experiences for the masses to lap up and the equally delusioned to pamper.

Ah well, that's all i wanted to say, i can't post that on a forum as it would only create bad feelings but you can't carry those kind of thoughts around all day without venting.

So blog-you 'Posh-Spice', i would love to take you up on your offer.... twat.

A Past Life

Today I went for some regression therapy to discover if i had any past lives tucked away somewhere in the mists of time. Not because i have any memories of a past life but rather as a life experience, a bit like a bungee jump; you know something you do once before you die.

I went along with a healthy skepticism and was open about this with the therapist, who was a very pleasant chap called Stephen Monk in Westcliff on Sea in Essex.

I explained my predisposition against organised religion and the idea of a single creator so to speak but that i couldn't deny the possibilities of spiritualism beyond our present understanding and it was with this mindset that i decided to allow myself to open up entirely to the process.

Anyway, it's a self hypnosis, led by yourself with guidance from Stephen who puts you into a receptive state of mind through relaxation techniques.

It began by following my own life back, to teens and before bringing up certain memories to get in the mood for describing my thoughts and visions which can go as far back as before your birth although I couldn't recall anything about my womb experience. I am told that some do and choose to linger to, well have a look around frankly but none of this came to me so we then 'travelled' further back to search for when my soul found a strong sense of belonging in a particular time frame.

Stephen does this by using the clues he has picked up from exploring your early memories and how you process the pictures, sounds, colours etc. His initial questions are to ask you what is on your feet and go from there.

I should say at his point that i am deeply relaxed but aware of my physical surroundings although i did experience a curious and not unpleasant sensation of twisting down a whirlpool and although lying still in a reclining chair i could definitely feel the turning inside me that seemed to get stronger as i fell deeper into the experience. Indeed this twisting phenomena ebbed and flowed throughout the session and as memories became more vivid then so did the turning. Make any sense? probably not!

Anyway, what did i see?

My first sensations we of bare feet in the sand, hot sand and hot bricks. I was in an arid climate amongst a bustling market community with lots of noise and hundreds of people.

I was wearing a white draped style of clothing and the whole image was very middle eastern even Egyptian in feel.

I was looking through the eyes of a young male called Sara or Cera or something that sounded like Sarah. Definitely male, happy, fairly content and with little worries. I could see a single roomed brown brick house which felt like home, dried mud streets with lots of kids running about and a nearby building site where my parents worked and i could get a good sense of a father figure who worked as a stonemason but there were no maternal figures.

Although possibly Egyptian, there were no pyramids although there seemed to be plenty of other types of buildings and i could see my father carving square blocks of stone with a chisel and blocks of stone with ropes wrapped around them.

We travelled forward in time to when as a young man I found myself in a uniform with a deep red sash and carrying a spear, similar i suppose to Roman and boarding ships with horses for a journey. It felt as if I was being dragged away from my home where I think i had been carving stones with my father right up until the time i found myself in a uniform. I also felt a sadness that my father was not there to see me off but it didn't linger.

I don't recall the journey but I do remember being in a large unfamiliar city with different buildings made of a darker stone and dark windows, there was grass, markets, and many hundreds of people, most of whom ignored the new arrivals.

It felt as if i had somehow been conscripted into an army with many of the fellow men from my town and that we were now part of an army that was much larger and in a different part of the world. Certainly the Roman link seems a good analogy but there was nothing distinctly Roman that i could home into to get a clarification.

We moved further forward in time to where I felt older, more experienced and still in uniform, a leader of men, respected, perhaps a veteran? I was now a leader, not a general but more of a captain with a group of loyal men to whom i felt protective towards. I had fur boots on and this was a colder climate, with mountains and much green vegetation, almost alpine in its feel.

It felt like we were on the eve of some battle, that was probably my last, not because i felt a dread that i was going to die but more of a feeling of impending retirement.

There was a strong sense of having little to retire to however and no female company or relationship to go back to.

The final memories were of a blacksmiths in a thatched village, of being much older, of falling to a final sleep beneath furs and of having a longing for home that i had not seen in many years.

The session concluded with my present day self thanking Cera for his memories, i had a good sense of gripping his forearm and feeling that it was mine but i couldn't get an image of his face. His final message to me was simply, not to be afraid.

And that was it, i was brought slowly back to full consciousness and noting that i hadn't moved a muscle in over ninety minutes! Quickly a lot of the vividness began to fade, hence the rushing home to type as much as i could recall onto this blog. I am sure other things will pop back into my head over the next few days but in all it was a revealing and pleasurable experience that I was very glad to partake in.

Enough with the Melon-Colly

Blinking when i want to stare forever

I am never doing what I want these days. I'm awake when I want to sleep, at home when I want to be far far away, standing still when I want to spin in circles, smiling with weary good humour when I want to punch you in the face. Shivering when I want to be composed. Falling apart when I want to be together, whispering when I want to shout, walking when I want to lie down and gasping when I want the easy breathing of a balmy summer evening. Running away when I want to savour. Listening when i want to talk and still dying a thousand deaths for your entertainment. Indulging when i want to sacrifice. Blinking when i want to stare forever.

Urg

Well some weeks are better than others i guess, this was rotten and i am glad to be nearly at the end of it. I was on a real high from the Boudoir trip to Quaglino's in London on 20th, a fab art deco restaurant in St James.

As ever, Jodie and the girls were brilliant and i really cherish those times but increasingly i get tired when out late and last friday was no different. By the time i awoke in my hotel on the saturday morning i felt awful, like i'd run the marathon and had nothing left. It was all i could do to drag myself outta bed and check out!

The rest of the week saw those familiar symptoms creeping up on me again and by Monday I was was bedbound again. It's now friday and i'm still wearing the duvet lol but that's another 4 days off work that i took as annual leave so as not to cause problems with my attendance.

So worst holiday ever? Perhaps, time to catch up on back episodes of Futurama and 24? You bet.

MS is a bitch,

Having no milk when you need coffee, now that really sucks!

Bridges and Water and January

Hey ya'll,

It has been well over 6 months since my last post and a lot of water has passed under a lot of bridges since that time. I also hid my blog from all viewers in much the same way that i hid my life as Evie from the world.

It is strange that the month of January should once again signal a return to embracing the T-lifestyle because that was how it was back in 2008...... and just as it was last year, 2009 began with visits to Jodie's Boudoir in London.

This time around though, i am having make-up lessons and have a real determination to learn the craft. Also this month i have ventured out with the fantastic NE Angels in Newcastle. This was significant as it was my first time outside the house as Evie since Ascot in June! The picture on this blog is a DIY make-over that i did at home using Jodies techniques and i am really pleased with the results.

I had a few medical issues in the last year which are not resolved but what has occurred is that I have reached a peace with myself and can now look to the future without so many of the dark clouds dominating the view! Evie represents peace and fulfilment in my life and i need her to feel complete as a person but whatever the future may bring, what i have learned is that my world is better with her than without her.

Further adventures will continue......

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?

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!

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.

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.

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.

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!

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?

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?