She World - 5th August 2023

I'd been wanting to go to a Tgirl club for a long time. My confidence with makeup was improving all the time, as was my confidence out and about. Particularly going on the Tube (London Underground Metro service). 

I had a clear couple of days, one of which was the Saturday night. There were two club nights on to choose from, Legs 800 and She World. I wasn't interested in the sex angle, and to be honest, sex clubs I find off-putting. It's not me being judgemental, it's merely my personal preference. So I after looking at their website and some reviews on TV Chix, I crossed Legs 800 off my list. Instead, I set about going to She World. 

I had the whole day to myself, so in the morning I went out to get a few additions and bits and pieces for Ophelia. Namely a headband (which I didn't use in the end) and some razors. I was looking for a good sexy red lipstick in matte, but couldn't find one at Superdrug or Boots. I was told they are less sticky, and my wig hair gets caught on wet red lipsticks. 

After lunch and an hour of hard work on the indoor bike trainer, I had a bath. It was lovely to relax in the Radox bubbles and chill out while thinking about that night. I shaved my legs, running the razor from ankle allllll the way up to the top of my thighs. Long legs take a lot of work. I then tried the tricky business of removing hairs from around the knee. On reflection, I'm not sure why I did this, as I was wearing a dress that came down to my lower calf. However, I certainly felt more girly with shaved legs, and the stockings I would pull up them, that again, no one would see!

I made an evening meal, always the housewife, and ate it while watching makeup tutorial videos on Youtube. 

A wash of my face, and trying to avoid nick and scratches while doing a close face shave. And I was ready for the deluge of products on my attractive male face. 

An hour or so later, I was done. I juuuust needed to put on some false eyelashes. Always a good time to try out false eyelashes, just before going out to a club for the first time! They were a faff, but I sort of got them reasonable with a bit of tugging here and there, then lashings of mascara. 

Right, finally, the fun bit, putting on the clothes! As primarily a crossdresser, this is my favourite bit. Putting on a bra, filling it with my chicken fillet boobs, then panties, suspender belt, stockings and connecting them up. Then came my dress from Mint Velvet, thanks for the sponsorship, not! It reached from my adams apple all the way down to about 10cms from my ankles. It literally covered up all my lingerie, and with a hood attachment would have made a great burkah. However, I do like a nice dress, and had been wanting to go out dancing in it for ages. Some earrings (thanks Vinted) and a pendant necklace that had thankfully arrived that morning (thanks again Vinted). And I was pretty much ready. I got my trusty evening bag, as well as a Tote bag to put my heels in and a brolly etc. I was going all the way across town, so didn't want to wear heels all that way. I put some trainer socks on and my Veja trainers. Right, ready!!

I drove to Baron's Court, as it was on the night tube. By the time I got there it was about 8.30pm. I had planned to be at the club by 8.30pm, so was already an hour late! I took a deep breath, checked myself in the mirror, and climbed out the car, locked up, and walked a 100m to the tube station. A trick here I do to deal with confidence issues, is to not wear my glasses. I'm about -3.5 on the myopic scale, and can see but everything is slightly blurry. So I can't see faces too well from a distance. Perfect to avoid any unpleasant looks at me or gawping. Not that I've ever noticed that. 

My first time as Ophelia on the Elizabeth Line

I got on the tube and headed to Paddington. I had a seat an became engrossed in my phone, trying to ignore any possible looks. Some kids played around me and none of them seemed to notice a very tall woman there. I swapped to the Elizabeth Line at Paddington, and whizzed over to East London and Maryland Station. I had protected myself from blasts of wind on the tube, delicately holding onto my wig in a demure manner. However, at Maryland there was gusty wind and lashing light rain. And within a minute I was wet and hair all over the place, digging around for a brollie. The lights to cross the one road I needed to cross seemed to take ages, and I eventually just legged it between cars to get over and then under some shop canopies. 

The E15 club is literally one of the first buildings you come to, all dark with no obvious signage or idea of what goes on in the building. After trying to get in through the fire exit door, I tried the other door and I was in the foyer. A cis looking woman in hi-vis greeted me, and had a brief search of my bags. I was then greeted enthusiastically by Sabrina, the host, who was genuinely lovely. I paid £12 for entry and a locker, and was given a rubber wrist band with a key on. Sabrina then gave me a quick tour of the ground floor. We went past a sort of bar area, then through a disco room where there were lockers all around the sides. Past that was the next room with a few sofa's and armchairs in. On one wall was a large TV playing Trans porn, I guess trying to get some in the mood. Beyond that was a corridor with what looked like covered over hot tubs at the start. At the far end was a toilet without male or female denotation, and then a door to the garden area. Back near the hottubs, was an exit to the left, leading to stairs going up and down. I was told these were the sex areas. 

Sapna's face obscured for privacy reasons. 

Sabrina found my locker, and left me to my devices. I popped my trainers in the locker, and pulled on my slingback heels, took out my gold chained and gold coloured evening bag. Locked up and headed to the toilet to adjust myself after the awful weather outside. Adjusted, I headed back to the bar area for a much needed drink. After a few steps my evening bag crashed to the floor. The stupid chain had broken! So now my evening bag was a clutch! 

The bar was low key and didn't have any taps or such like, so most shorts were sold in small plastic cups. I went for a ladylike can of Heineken! I got chatting to a lovely Indian origin Tgirl called Sapna. We talked about how she enjoyed She World, she was a regular, as well as other clubs she'd been too. Also, a common theme of the night, how busy it was the previous week, when it had a birthday party for the club, 7 years. It had been super busy with loads of girls. Sapna went off to relieve Katy who was working the bar. So I went to see what the garden area was like, as I'd heard lots congregate there. As I tried to go out into the garden, there were plumes of smoke by smokers stood right by the door, so I turned around and left. There didn't appear to be any obvious lighting out there, and about 5 or 6 people stood around smoking in the dark. 

I returned to the bar area and chatted to yet another lovely Tgirl, Alex, who was originally from Colombia and had an interesting tale of how she ended up in the UK. I chatted to a few other Tgirls, and eventually met a Tgirl, whose name escapes me, that I spent the rest of the evening with. She had had a few G&Ts over the night, and was sipping on another as I ordered another Heineken can. She told me she was fully Trans, and about to start hormones to transition. When I raised the question of whether she would date men, she said she didn't like them, and wanted to be a lesbian. Which was interesting, as a bit later, she told me that she'd been carrying out oral on a man in one of the rooms upstairs?! Rather disturingly, while doing this, an Indian chap had decided to try to have sex with her, while she was performing the act. She hadn't wanted this, and kept trying to swat him away, before giving up. So rape is another reason I wasn't keen to entertain upstairs.

The bar area, with Katy and Sapna. The club entrance is the dark door on the right. 

We went for a vouyeristic look at the other floors. There are signs forbidding cameras upstairs, the first thing you're aware of as you ascend the black stairs. At the top were black walls and a few small rooms. Also in black. A guy was leaning hopefully against one of the room entrances, which I didn't notice have doors. Then there was a slighty bigger room, with 3 or 4 cubicles running down one side. These were glory holes, where people could have anonymous engagements. I was quite surprised at the size of the holes, they were dinner plate sized. I had visions of some immensely hung chaps walking round. Next to this room in the corner, was a room with a couple of armchairs in and another large TV playing Trans porn. After seeing enough, we descended back to the ground floor and kept going forward down the steps to the basement. 

There was only one largish room down here, again with lots of armchairs and a sofa. To one side of these chairs was a massage table. On the sofa was a Tgirl frantically pleasing a chap lying down with her oral skills. We chatted down here, but I felt we might be killing the mood for the couple opposite, so we left. In an open area beyond the room, was a striped pole and some seats around it. There was no one here, so we returned upstairs. 

I returned to the bar area and sat on a small sofa. A chap sat down with a baseball cap, and I started talking to him. He lived in the next borough and worked in auto repairs. He came here semi-regularly as he had liked having carnal relations with Tgirls since he was 17. He didn't ask me if I was interested in those relations. In fact, I didn't get asked anything by any of the Admirers all night. Maybe I wasn't attractive or convincing enough, maybe the nice dress I'd bought and accessories were off putting as I was notably of the classier Lady compared to others in more loose attire. Not wishing to judge or imply I was better dressed, merely it was fairly obvious I'd have been more at home at a nice restaurant than a club where sexual needs were high on the agenda. My visions of admiring men queueing up to buy me drinks and showing lots of attention were very wide of the mark! Although I didn't see any of that behaviour going on with other girls either. There was one guy in a grey suit who was looking after a girl all evening.

I went on the dancefloor where two or three girls were dancing, and it sounded a lot like horses were dancing. The tapping of theirs and my heels on the dancefloor was making quite a noise as the music wasn't loud enough to cover their noise like in a bigger nightclub. Although I preferred the volume of the music to that of a nightclub.

The disco room, with bar throught the open doorway. Lockers on the left. 

After the dancefloor I went to the sofa lounge area, and found the Trans girl from earlier. We started chatting again and getting a bit touchy feely. It wasn't long before we were making out, I appreciating her tiny waist and gorgeous fitting little vegan leather pencil skirt. As she went off to get another G&T, I looked at my nice leather strapped ladies watch, and it said 'Ophelia, sweetie, it's 1am! You need to go home.' So I obeyed, and said my goodbyes, swapped to trainers and left.

A walk past a few pubs and bars with well oiled clientelle outside looked threatening, but I had no issues or cat calls or worse. I then had to walk around the back of the huge Westfield centre, where it was much quieter. I was glad to see the lights of the tube station at Stratford appear on the horizon, and upped my pace, keen to get somewhere more populated. I had an 8minute wait for a tube to central London, with some lary chaps who had too much sauce on the other side of the platform. I moved to the other end of the platform and there were no issues. In fact, there were no issues at all on the way back. It's interesting that a lovely Tgirl from Brighton has mentioned a number of times on the TVChix website, that Brighton is the place to go as no one bats an eyelid at Tgirls. I would argue that based on my experiences, especially as a six foot plus Tgirl, that London is similar.

London's Night Tube

A 3am face scrubbing and wiping with makeup wipes over raw shaved beard skin (Owwwwwww!), and I was ready for bed. What a great night all in all, and I had survived my first club night, met some lovely girls and seen what happens at these sorts of places. Next up, Lovejoys or Teds or Sweet Wednesday? Or the big hike to Big Night Out in Milton Keynes. Decisions decisions!