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.