I am again travelling on frequent business trips, and while I don't like being away from my family, I am really enjoying the opportunities to dress up and go out en femme.
Dee is getting plenty of Dee-time again!!
So last night I was in Melbourne, all on my lonesome self. With a bit of pre-planning I was staying in a quiet boutique hotel in St Kilda and Denise (a Melbourne t-girl) had made some suggestions regarding tranny-friendly places open on a Thursday night. I was ready!!
After a lovely relaxing dinner in drab, I headed back to my hotel. Did my close-shave thing, then lay back in a nice warm bath...so relaxing. Now I was ready for my makeup. I really enjoy the whole process and experience of doing my makeup...really just makes me feel so feminine when I'm doing that and I love the progressive transformation. And I'm slowly getting better at it, and that makes it even better...experimenting with my eyes, trying new things...just love it, love it!!
Then time to get dressed...Mmmm, stockings...what can I say...another wonderful feeling and off course I love the look. Anyway, after the hour-long makeup process, the dressing is quick, and so there I was ready for the evening.
The outfit....same black cami top and plum "tie-in-the-front-under-the-boobs" long sleeved top I've worn in my last few outings (I had actually bought a new top...a beautiful one...but I thought that the Melbourne night air may be a bit chilly for that), and a new above the knee black skirt. Fairly conservative look, but stylish and still eye catching.
Ready for the still scary, experience of leaving the safety of the hotel room and venturing down the lift and through the hotel lobby. And off course, as the lift door opens in the lobby, I would have to stare straight into the faces of two guys waiting to enter the lift...squeeze past them and then walk through the fairly busy lobby....it was supposed to be empty at 10pm in the evening!!!...out the door and onto the busy Fitzroy Street sidewalk. Heartbeating, trying not to make eye contact with passersby, but then I do because I want to know whether anyone is looking at me and whether I've been outed. Anyway, as Cyanne and Bobbi have both taught me....stomach in, shoulders back, tits out!!! And Katya's advice...look confident! See, I do listen and learn.
Into a cab and off to Diva's in Commercial Road where I was going to have a few drinks, watch a drag show and hopefully chat to a few interesting people. I wonder what cab drivers think?...a chick hops into the back seat and then says "Diva's in Commercial Road" in a deep man's voice. Mmm...I guess that's not the most unusual thing they've every encountered.
Anyway, Diva's was really quiet when I arrived. In fact I was the only patron at 10pm!! Had a few drinks, and then another vodka...and finally at 11pm the place started filling up and the two drag queens arrived. They were both very attractive and femme looking. I received several "glares" from them though...I was the only t-girl there and I don't think the two performers welcomed my presence at all. I'm guessing that they like to be the only "femme" presence at Diva's and receive all the attention. Not that anyone was paying any attention to me *sad face*(....and here's a sideline typical "Dee-distraction-thought"...although I don't want to have to fend off any male admirers and although I will sweetly decline any invitation to whatever....I do still want to be noticed and receive attention!! Contradiction? You bet, but as a t-girl I'm filled with "contradictions".)
Anyway, I enjoyed the drag show. It was great and it's fascinating to see how feminine their movements and lip synchs are. Really enjoyed it. But after the first set, I decided it was time to move on. Didn't want to go to the Xchange down the road cause I was told that it's a bit of a meat market, and I wasn't in the mood "to be the meat". Mmm...another contradiction...I want to be noticed and receive attention, but yet I don't want to go to a "meat-market". I suppose that's not all that contradictory...most real women probably have the same feelings and reaction.
Well, it was back into a cab which I directed to a restaurant / cocktail bar called Monroes in Fitzroy Street, St Kilda...about a block away from my hotel. Actually, as I discovered afterwards when I walked back to my hotel...a very loooooong nerve-wracking block away from the hotel!!
Denise had told me that t-girls often have dinner at Monroes and that they were very accepting of trannies. And they were. The waiters, both male and female, were very friendly and chatted to me as if there was nothing unusual about me at all. I sat at the bar and had a glass of wine. The one waitress kindly took a photograph of me. Actually two, becuase she said "Come on, let me take another one with you smiling this time".
Then I got brave and went and sat outside at one of the sidewalk tables so that I could watch the passing parade while enjoying my wine. It's a wonderful feeling...although still slightly scary for me...to sit out in full view to the passersby. One guy who walked past instantly "outed" me. He obviously is an experienced tranny-chaser. He walked past, looked at me and then turned round, came up to me and said "Hi darling, would you like some company?" Off course I did want chatting company, but decided that it would not be wise to engage a tranny-chaser in conversation. So I smiled and sweetly said "No thank you." See Cyanne, I told you I had not been a naughty girl on my night out.
It's interesting to me that the only people who really noticed and outed me where two different sets of women at the restaurant. They spotted and outed me instantly! The moment I walked in I saw them looking at me and whispering amongst themselves. Off course I know that I'm not really passable...at 6'3" in my high heels I most definitely don't blend in. And another contradiction...on one hand I do want to be noticed for who and what I am, but at the same time I want to imagine that I'm totally passable in which case I wouldn't be noticed for who and what I am...silly me, hey! Anyway, I'm starting to get used to being noticed as a t-girl and I'm becoming more relaxed and comfortable with that.
After finishing my wine, I headed back to the hotel...it was now 1am in the morning. But St Kilda was still very busy and I had to walk along a very very busy sidewalk. Outside one of the night clubs my one shoe slipped off and I had to bend down to tuck my heel back in...right in front of a group of young guys standing at the entrance to a club. Being noticed and outed by groups of young guys is actually the thing that I dread most...women and older guys and gay guys don't bother me, but I really feel uncomfortable when I approach groups of young straight guys. Do all t-girls feel this way? Or in fact, maybe most women feel this way? I don't know, but I'd be very interested to hear from others whether this is a general feeling.
Entering the hotel I was yet again questioned by a security guard...I seem to be attracting the suspicious attention of hotel night-time security guards (see me Canberra hotel experience below). I'm guessing that, from their perspective, a 6'3" tranny entering a hotel late at night is usually there to earn some extra money. The thought that that may be what they are thinking of me is both irritating and flattering.
Safely back in the hotel room...a very happy and contented Dee!!
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