Another bright hot sunny summer day dawned, and I was excited to go to Sweet Wednesdays in Kings Cross. I was less excited when I saw the temperature in the afternoon was 26c! I really wanted to wear my satin pussy bow blouse and leather skirt. After struggling a bit in a full dress at She World, I wanted to have less clothing around my lower legs. Oh, what is a girl to do!

I had a shower and spent the usual 'ages' shaving off as much hair as I could find on my legs, arms etc. I then moisturised and painted my nails blue. I forgot it was the blue I didn't like, too bright, but hey ho, life's short. A bit of work, and then I started the face shaving. More moisturiser to help with the pain of close shaving, and then lunch. Finally, time to start the main event, slapping on the makeup. Made a little awkward with the wife insisting on working on a laptop in the bedroom. I started with putting the false eyelashes on first. As they were such a hassle later on in the process. I found this actually worked better. 

The heat outside was hot, and I could feel it inside even with a fan. I persevered and got my lingerie and bra on, then the pussy bow satin blouse. Unfortunately, there were kids playing outside, so I had to leave the wig and lippy off, put a tracksuit top on over the blouse and some trousers over the stockings, and dash to the car before quickly driving off. I'd only driven 100m and I was already boiling and starting to sweat, eurghh! I parked up at my favourite quiet spot, brushed my wig and popped it on, rearranging it a bit. Then popped on the lipstick in the sunblind mirror like a proper woman! I pulled on the skirt and readjusted myself, picked up slingbacks and handbag, and headed for the tube. Once again, I left off my glasses to avoid any looks.

The tube ride was becoming second nature now. Although new experience, short skirts and stockings. I could see the tops of the stockings starting to appear, so, combined with the fact I was wilting in the heat, I stood up. I placed myself lying next to the wall bit by the tube doors and buried myself in my phone. There was a slight breeze while stood up. I also realised I must have lost weight recently, as the leather pencil skirt was loose, I only had about 2cms of blouse to tuck in as the skirt sank on my hips. My god, the drama of being a woman! I swapped at Victoria, and was soon at Kings Cross. The deep-level Victoria line was bereft of any air, horrible. By the time I was at Kings Cross, all I wanted to do was get to fresh air, any air!

It was a 5 minute walk to Central Station. I was wondering where it was when I passed two obvious TGirls outside. No offence to them, but they did look a bit like hookers or that they'd just finished a strip show. Each to their own, but I had already been worried about what was inside, as I'd heard various rumours. I even know Admirers staying away from here as it's too sleazy. A reason I've no interest in going to the Legs 800 club. I took my trainers off, and swapped them for the slingbacks outside, popping the trainers back in the bag.

I entered and headed straight to the bar for a refreshing non-alcoholic drink and a glass of water to try to hydrate. As I stood at the bar an older Tgirl crossed the bar in a PVC dress and PVC thigh boots. However, that's not what caught my attention, it was the way she was walking. She was bow-legged in the thigh boots and was walking like an exaggerated cowboy that had spent all day lassoing steer. The bar was clean and pleasant with lots of yellow wood furniture. Girls were either sat in groups, or pairs or one or two by themselves with their phones as company. I got my orange drink thing and water and headed up the stairs. I passed a sort of restaurant area where a girl was having her makeup done. A left turn and a lovely wood floored terrace lay beckoning in the afternoon sun. 

A grumpy looking white haired chap sat by himself, and a Tgirl with a purple highlighted wig sat on a bench with a table. I asked to join the Tgirl and we started to chat. She was from Colombia, the same as one of the girls I chatted to at She World. Small world. We talked about experiences and clubs etc as she worked her way through a couple of roll-ups. I'd finished my drink and headed downstairs to the bar. I was still not great, so had another orange and water. I was feeling better now and started to chat to two girls. One was tall and thin with a long dark wig and dark eye makeup, the other was heavier set and older with a short kilt. The slightly older one launched into the fact that his wife wouldn't have sex with him anymore, and she didn't know about his dressing but wanted to tell her. After a little more chat, she walked around me to the other Tgirl and they started making out heavily by the bar. OK! I wandered off in search of other girls to talk too. New Queen Album cover? Blurred for privacy, as I don't know the girls.

I ended up on the roof terrace again, the sun was just so lovely. I had an chap sit down a table across from me, and then a few mins later, another older chap sat down on the table the other side of me, politely asking if he could sit there. We chatted briefly before I asked if he'd been in the basement. He somewhat shyly responded that he had, but 'preferred one on one's!' Crikey I explained, what on earth was going on down there. It sounded like a full-on orgy or something. While I can't deny I was a little curious, it was something I had zero interest in partaking in.

A Tgirl in a nice summer 50s style dress came up and went to sit down with the guy on my left, and they had obviously been busy together earlier and were chatting and making out. I returned downstairs, ready for a pint now. Mr grabby sits by the mirror at the back. Faces blurred for privacy.

A few rather short (compared to me) men stood around the bar looking awkward. After getting my pint I went to the pool table, but the area was empty, so I stood outside in the evening sun sipping on a cool pint. Not very ladylike, but hey ho. I returned and joined a table of three girls and a guy. I chatted to one of the girls who was rather young, and they'd been to the Cape Verde islands which interested me, and they'd also travelled to China and other places. Sadly the whole table left after a short while. Clearly the sweat from getting here and choosing the wrong clothes was taking it's effect! 

An older overweight guy on my other side had tried twice to feel my bum, and I had told him clearly no thanks. As I was about to get angry with him, a girl who knew him sat between us. I had already decided I didn't like him and ignored him. The girl spoke nine to the dozen. We spoke about downstairs and other clubs. What was becoming the standard chat here? She also outlined a point I had already been forming myself. She said she used to make an effort and dress nicely like I had. However, now she said she just wore mini skirts and tight pink tops. I don't wish to put myself above anyone or come across as a bitch, but I did feel I had put in a lot more effort than most of the girls. Both in dressing and makeup etc. 

I noticed most of the girls had very visible beard shadow, others had hairy arms and legs, few had painted nails. The dress sense seemed to be short skirts and tops from questionable internet-only shops which import from China. Maybe this was how girls dress in the daytime, as at She World in the evening it was better. I was fearful of what the girl had told me, as I didn't want to end up dressing like her or others. She also appeared to just have lipstick and a wig on. No obvious face makeup. For me it's about crossdressing, putting the clothes together and looking nice. Maybe clubs aren't for me if I end up downgrading my efforts. Again, I should stress I'm not being bitchy or whatever the PC term is. Merely my thoughts as someone discovering the scene. 

The girl from earlier in the kilt sat and joined us. The conversation turned to her as she dominated it with her thoughts and unending activities. 'Do you do porn? I've done porn, look' and she produced a picture of her riding a guy on a bed. OK. I felt like there was something else going on with her. She then took her heels off and started rubbing her foot up and down my calf. Acting in porn, sex clubs and Lord knows what else, really turned me off, and I pulled away a bit. However, she started again. I looked across the bar, and it was nearly 7pm and mostly empty. I decided this was a good time to leave. I thanked everyone and put my trainers back on, and left. Probably never to return. 

Even though She World had the upstairs and basement for sex, the fact that Sweet Wednesdays has the basement as a separate paid-for area makes it less universal. Segregation if you will. Again I didn't have any real conversations with Admirers, most were notably shorter than me, and I think that or my looks put them off. Equally, I just wasn't attracted to them. Knowing what they'd done downstairs, or thinking I knew, really was off-putting.

I had no issues getting back on the tube, and hydrated and cooled down, the tube wasn't quite so bad. A gust of wind as my train arrived at King's Cross. 

I don't know why, but as I changed at Earls Court, there were two cops on the platform. I suddenly felt nervous, like I should hide because I was doing something wrong. My train came, and I got a carriage and again stood by the door, engrossed in the pile of crap that is the Evening Standard these days. I noticed that the cops were in my carriage as well. Paranoia!! 

I got off and wandered back to the car. Scraped my face with makeup wipes, stinging the hell out of my beard areas. Took off the wig, earrings, boobs and skirt. Changing back into trousers and top before the short drive home. The kids were still playing outside, so I had my lovely painted fingernails in my trousers. Shame!