How it all began...Unlike most trannies, I haven't had a desperate desire to dress since I was teensy. For me it all began in early 2001 when I was doing some research for my job using the internet. At the time I worked in the television industry and was trying to find some information on one of our customers. Into the search engine I typed 'TV' and 'UK' and as well as the stuff I wanted, I stumbled across a web-site containing pictures and articles on trannies. Don't ask me why (there are a thousand significantly better qualified people than me who might try to explain these things), but I was drawn into the site and ended up sending an e-mail to a couple of the 'girls' to find out more.One of the 'girls' exchanged e-mail with me for a while and then stopped (I was probably too naïve for her), the other (hi Julie, hope you are keeping well) was very chatty and after a few weeks, I was so intrigued that I invited her over for dinner. She told me that she liked being treated like a lady, so I cooked a candlelit dinner, chilled some wine, all that kind of stuff. When she arrived she was nothing like I expected, she was very genteel, timid and surprisingly feminine. We chatted for ages and seemed to hit it off. Eventually (two bottles of wine later but that's not the point) she made a move on me and to my surprise, I didn't resist. To cut a long story short, use a metaphor, and not actually fill in the detail... I was bitten by the bug and we met again two more times. Then, like a bubble blowing in the breeze, she was gone, to try and sort herself out - I now realise just how confusing transvesticism can be.  I have to say that at this point I was completely confused. Having been totally 'straight' until that point, I had no idea what it meant for me. After a month or so of heavy drinking and pointless musing, I decided that I needed to get a grip and try and answer some questions. I was living near Southampton at the time but had a wedding to go to in Essex which I knew I would be driving to and from, so I hatched a plan to visit the Way Out Club on my way back from the wedding.I was very nervous about what I might find at the Way Out Club. Would it be full of wierdos, perverts and prostitutes? Would it be nothing like the web-site and would I find that all the girls were just ugly blokes wearing dresses? Going up to the counter to pay my entry fee took a lot of bravery and I had no idea what I was letting myself in for. Upon entering the club, my eyes were well and truly opened. There were all kinds of girls there, from stunning drag queens to plain Janes (no offence girls) and I almost instantly realised that I was attracted to the idea of tranvestites in a big way. I'm not sure that that answered any questions in itself other than confirming that I had discovered something new about myself that I hadn't known before. What I didn't realise was where it would all lead... |
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