"Would Davina Blend In? – People Watching in Cardiff"

There's something my wife and I often do when we go "out out" — something private, harmless, and honestly a lot of fun. We people-watch.

It usually starts at the train station. A quick glance between us, a raised eyebrow, and a quiet comment:

"Well, she made an effort..." "Not sure that fake tan is doing her any favours!" "Blimey, those eyebrows could have a postcode."

It’s not meant to be cruel — just an unspoken rule we have: if you're going out, make a bit of an effort. 

Presentation matters. And sometimes, as harsh as it sounds, you see things that make you wonder if people own mirrors.

What always strikes me — and something I often share quietly with my wife — is how many groups of women out for the night look... a bit like men in drag. 

Heavy makeup. Loud outfits, foundation shades from another planet. 

Some look more "drag queen" than feminine.

And it makes me think, "If that's the standard... Davina might just blend in perfectly!" 

In fact, sometimes, I'd probably look more naturally feminine than some of what we see!

There's a quiet pride I feel in how I present as Davina. I’m not perfect — far from it — but I make the effort. 

I care about colour coordination, subtlety in makeup, age-appropriate fashion and just... getting the little things right. It’s not about "passing" as much as presenting respectfully.. actually it is about passing too especially if you think of going out out as a t-girl but presentation helps greatly as you don't want to stand out and the get recognised as your male self or in general as a t-girl.

Of course, the reality is, would I go out in Cardiff as Davina? 

Probably not — it's too close to home, too risky, too much potential for running into people we know. 

But in theory? When we look around on a night out and compare quietly, there's a little comforting thought: Maybe Davina would actually do just fine.

A glimpse or thought when out as male me with my wife into what could be. An internal nod to all the effort so many crossdressers put into their presentation — often more thought and care than many "real women" on nights out.

And sometimes, as the groups clatter past in too-high heels and too-short skirts, my wife and I exchange a little grin. No words needed.

"Maybe one day, in another city, Davina will step out properly with her wife two classy birds... and just blend in."

It has been known .. just the once.

Davina