Night out en femme at Taxi Club, Sydney

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I had a lovely evening out last night. Getting a makeover from Transfabulous, and as usual Cyanne was able to make me look ever so gorgeous. Then got dressed in my new Kookai satin skirt...which is too short for my age, but I love it; and my new high heels... which is too high for me to comfortably walk in, but I love the way it makes my legs look.

Three of us set off for a quiet drink at the Taxi Club...Cyanne, me and Wendy (who I've been exchanging emails with, but not met until the evening). I'm not wild about the Taxi Club, but it was a great evening. We chatted, had a few drinks and chatted somemore. I also met several other girls, which was great.

All round an excellent evening, meeting and chatting with interesting and nice people.

I guess I have changed my previous opinion of the Taxi Club. While the decor and atmosphere still sucks, it does serve a very useful purpose in that it's really convenient for meeting other like-minded crossdressers / T-girls. So yes, I was pleasantly surprised.

Cyanne, Wendy, Traci and Megan...thanks for making this a really great evening shared with interesting, fun and nice people. I just wish I'd taken photographs...I had my camera, but completely forgot about it due to all the chatting.

And now I've had my "dressing fix", so I should be okay for the next few months.

Exotic Dance Class - What a FANTASTIC experience

Well, I went to my first exotic dance class. All I can say is...IT WAS FANTASTIC!!! Better than I could possibly have imagined. Actually, not simply "better than"...it totally exceeded my wildest expectations.

Bobbi of Bobbi's Pole Studio in Sydney, was my teacher. She was wonderful. Totally cool and relaxed about having her first crossdresser as a student. And a lovely person. That, and her expert teaching made it a great experience.

Picture me...5'11", late-40's, too much fat around the mid-rif, in a pink camisole T-top, pinkish hot pants and pink high heeled sandals, but with my normal "bloke face"; doing hip lifts, hip rotates and attempting sexy feminine arm movements as I strutted the new very very sexy walk Bobbi had taught me. And this contrasted in the full length mirrors with the beautiful Bobbi who has the most amazing dancer's body.

Let's just say that I have a looooooong way to go before I could emulate Bobbi's movements. Well actually, I'll never be able to emulate her, but I'm going to perservere by practicing and going for more classes. I just loved it so much, even if the illusion of being a sexy woman was somewhat shattered (and yes, I can laugh about my illusions) by what I saw of myself in the mirror.
But this "girl" is going to train and train until I am at least half sexy as an exotic dancer.

And as a bonus it was a fantastic workout. I haven't worked up such a sweat for years. It's better than my weekly 20km run. And I felt muscles being exercised that I didn't even know existed. So I now have a whole additional exercise plan, which will not only tighten my butt and strengthen my abs and thighs...but it will also make me look ever so sexy. Ha! What more can a girl want!

I have a whole new respect for dancers and showgirls. While the sweat was poring down my body...and I am fit, I run a half-marathon every week...Bobbi didn't raise the slightest bit of perspiration. Talk about being super fit.
And those hip movements! I don't know whether it's just me or whether it's a male thing, but those hip movements are not easy. In fact they are DAMN DIFFICULT. It looks so natural and easy when Bobbi does it, but when I try the muscles just won't let my body move smoothly. And once the brain tries to intervene, well then it all goes haywire.

Girls, if you are comfortable enough with who you are and with your body image to cope with the contrast between your "girl" looks and Bobbi's, then I suggest you go and do some exotic dance classes...it's the best. Who knows, Bobbi may even start a "tranny class"...that's a joke Bobbi.

So where do you go? Well if you're in Sydney, Bobbi's Pole Studio in Castlereagh Street is the place. Check it out on www.bobbispolestudio.com.au .

Exotic Dancing Classes - my latest crazy thought

Well, I can't believe that I'm actually planning this. For ages I've been thinking that I should do something about my lack of sexy feminine movements. So I've been thinking "Where can I go to get training in feminine movement and deportment?" I thought about modelling schools, but discarded that....no way a 40-something crossdresser can blend into a modelling deportment class.

And then I thought...hey, how about exotic dance classes. Striptease is sexy and sensual and very feminine! So that's what I'm going to do...go for a striptease class! Can't wait. It should be heaps of fun and who knows, hopefully I actually learn feminine mannerisms.

Relaxing Waxing

I had a most wonderful leg (and other!) wax last week. It's something that I find incredibly relaxing. I can lie there and fall fast asleep while my legs are being waxed. It's not painful and it's in fact very sensual and "pampering". Wonderful wonderful experience each time.

Last week's waxing was even better. A very experienced and excellent beautician did my waxing (for those living in Sydney Australia, I highly highly recommend Anna, the owner/director of The Bee's Knees www.thebeesknees.com.au . Go and experience the best!). Anyway, back to my story....

Not only did I have my legs waxed, but I also had a bikini wax and I had those ugly yucky male hairs removed from my backside. So now I'm all smooth and pink at the back and nice and neat at the front :) . And Anna was wonderful...totally comfortable doing a bikini and "crack" wax.

MAC Cosmetics Shopping - Love the experience

I love MAC cosmetics and I love telling the beauticians that I'm buying it for myself. Firstly, that ensures that I get the correct advice from them and that I end up with the right shades, etc. But another part of me enjoys the fact that they look at me with some amazement.

Yesterday was a classic example of pretty much every MAC shopping experience. I went into the MAC cosmetic shop and was instantly asked if they can help. I said, "Yes, I'm looking for lipstick for evening wear. "What colouring is she?", I was asked. My response is the same everytime. "Actually it's for me. For my alter-ego. Here let me show you." And then I produce one of the photographs of me dressed up as Dee. The beautician's response was, "Is that you!" Then she looked up at me (obviously dressed en homme), looked back at the photograph, looked back at me and said "WOW!". God I love that reaction. I've been there about four times, everytime served by a different beautican, and every single time the reaction has been almost word for word identical.

It's worth shopping there, and employing my little "trick", just to get that reaction.