A Night at Moulin Rouge the musical in Bristol - through a secret tgirls eyes..

Last night, my wife and I went to see the stage show of Moulin Rouge the musical with Friends  — and what a night it was.

From the moment the curtain lifted, I was pretty captivated remembering back to the movie years ago me and my wife in the cinema Ewan Mcgregor and Nicole Kidman back when we had a cinema pass £9.99 per month and we're forever at the movies we'd not researched it and remember realising it was a musical as some people got up and left we were glad we stayed as really enjoyed it.. Years later here we were going to see the musical in Bristol and it didn't disappoint with the original songs and some new thrown in to keep up with the times.

The music, the lights, the drama — and of course, the breathtaking performers.

For a crossdresser like me, sitting there in the audience, it wasn’t just about being entertained, it stirred something much deeper as my kryptonite is heels, legs, legs in stockings, basque, sexy lingerie makeup and.... The women on stage were stunning — made-up to perfection, red lips bold and unapologetic, moving in stockings and suspenders, heels and corsets hugging their curves.

I sat there in awe, admiring every detail… not just as someone who loves femininity, but as someone who likes to emulate it himself in secret.

Partway through the show, my wife leaned over and quietly said, “Do you think one of the main dancers is Trans?” I nodded and said, “I think so.” She replied, “He / she looks great.” And that was it — a small, simple exchange. Nothing more, with friends nearby and not the time to go deeper.

I checked later and yes one of the Dancers was trans..

My wife hinting she thought one of the dancers was trans and looked good was another one of those gentle acknowledgments — moments where my wife sees something, says something, and I feel that little flicker of connection between me and her and me also being on that trans spectrum.

It’s maybe her way of saying I see you, even if the world around us isn’t quite ready to hear the whole conversation.

As a secret t-girl, those moments can be bittersweet.

I wasn’t dressed as Davina.

I was simply myself, out with my wife and friends. But inside, a part of me was imagining myself dressed and made up that way stockings suspenders lingerie and heels — imagining the thrill of performing, feeling the fabric, hearing the applause, soaking in the confidence those women (and one trans performer) seemed to own so effortlessly.

I don't mean I'd perform as Davina..

Maybe I should have made more of my own singing voice and pushed that part of myself forward then who knows maybe I'd have been good enough to be in a musical like Moulin Rouge or Les Mis.. I can certainly belt out songs.

Even before the show, it was good people watching.

We were sitting outside a bar near the theatre, enjoying a drink and watching people arrive.

Lots of women were clearly excited to see the musical — some in nice dresses, heels, great hairstyles — and my inner t-girl was loving every second imagining Davina dressed blending in makeup immaculate with my wife going to the show.

People-watching is one of our favourite quiet joys, and this was a good location for it.

One moment especially stood out: a young couple stopped near the entrance.

The guy pointed up to the huge Moulin Rouge sign and told his girlfriend he’d got them tickets.

You could see her face light up — she was over the moon.

That little exchange gave us all a smile.

Brownie points to him.

There was joy — but also yearning.

A quiet ache to express that side of myself knowing it's summer holidays and no chance of me cross dressing.

My wife knows this, she knows this part of me, she accepts Davina. And that alone means the world.

Moulin Rouge was more than a show. It was a window into a world where femininity is celebrated, performed, and adored — I highly recommend the show I'd go and see it again..

Maybe our next show could be the Rocky Horror Show and I could go as Davina but I'd still try to blend in somewhere miles away from home.. probably won't lol.

Davina