Where are the heels Girls?

As mentioned in my last post, last night, my wife and I went out for a meal and a drink, followed by one of my favourite activities: a bit of people-watching.

We got caught people watching by a fellow people watcher who must have people watched us and found us normal enough to come over and have a laugh about us being people watchers and confirmed we had clocked the same person who was doing his best to charm two women at once..

There's something fun about sitting back with a glass in hand, watching the world go by—especially the women.

Not in a pervy way like some of the men we people watched letching women .. My wife exclaimed they've got no hope with those girls old enough to be their granddad's lol..

But back to people watching women ..The outfits. The makeup. The hair.

Some of the women we saw were absolutely on point—styled to perfection, faces glowing, dresses flirty and feminine. And then… I looked down.

Doc Marten-style sandals.Flip flops.Even sliders.

My inner fashionista did a little gasp. My inner crossdresser whispered, "Are they trying to give me the ick?"

Where were the heels? The stilettos? The elegant slingbacks that make you feel taller, poised and ten times more fabulous? I had to laugh—because deep down, I knew the answer.

These girls were dressed for a night out .. All night out.. The kind with walking, dancing, maybe queueing for taxis or dodging sticky pavements.

Some women were thankfully in heels "Real women" lol - Heels look divine, but after a few hours, they feel like medieval torture devices. I should know—I've experienced the calf burn when I’ve gone out as Davina.

So here’s the thing: practicality, it seems, is winning.

Girls are skipping the stilettos and reaching for something solid and foot-friendly.

Maybe they’ve outgrown the idea that glamour has to equal pain.

Or maybe they’ve just found a way to party longer without needing a foot massage the next morning.

And it got me thinking… If I ever go out again as Davina, maybe I should invest in a pair of those Doc Marten sandals. Even if they do give me the fashion "ick."

After all, isn’t part of crossdressing about understanding the female experience?

Still… part of me will always pine for the glamour of heels.

For the way they change your posture, your walk, your whole attitude.. Nothing says “diva” quite like the click of a high heel on the pavement.

But perhaps, just maybe, there’s room for a little Davina reinvention. Doc Martens?

Ik

Davina