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Hi, I’m Davina—and I’m a crossdresser. But those words only scratch the surface of who I am and why I do this. Crossdressing for me isn’t...

This blogs all my own thoughts and story as a Crossdressing alpha male.. yes you heard me or read me an alpha male up there with the best...

Today I found myself chatting to another t-girl while working — just one of those ordinary, honest conversations that end up staying with you. She isn’t out to her wife. But unlike many of the stories you hear, this one doesn’t feel dangerous. It feels… promising. Her wife knows she owns lingerie. More importantly — her wife recently brought it up herself and it sounds to me like an opening. And that matters more than people realise. When Curiosity Isn’t a Threat — It’s an

Something all T-Girls want to know — what is my wife really afraid of?   We crave honesty, even if the truth stings, because knowing where we actually  stand is better than guessing. So I fed AI my wife’s fears and asked it to quiz me. It asked tough questions, I answered honestly, and this blog “splurged” out of me… There’s that moment so many of us know: You’ve spent hours finally feeling that escape — feeling feminine (if that’s what this feeling is). The makeup, wig, heel

Some credit again to the weekly hot spot on my walk this morning playing through my ear buds a podcast on Pride and pronouns.. People often assume crossdressing is about attention, sex, or rebellion. For me, it’s quieter than that — and deeper. Sometimes, I dress to escape who I am . Not because I hate my life… but because life as a man can be heavy. Responsibility stacks up. Strength becomes expected. Vulnerability becomes optional. The pressure to always be solid, controlle

Yesterday started early with a coach trip to Bath’s Christmas market — I was the only man among a bus full of chattering women. Bottles of Prosecco were opened almost immediately, laughter filled the aisles, and before we’d even arrived, the day already felt light-hearted and full of energy. Bath itself is a beautiful city. The honey-coloured stone, the Georgian buildings, the history in every street — Roman baths and heritage and Christmas lights above your head. It’s a plac

I'm not a psycologist can't even spell it properly and didn't do psycology in college or Uni but life experiance has taught me a lot of philosophical things and i think i have a lot of philosophical thoughts so here goes. . By the way 3rd blog of today i'm on a roll.. As someone who occupies two distinct presentations — the everyday masculine exterior and my feminine self, Davina — I’ve become increasingly aware that crossdressing is not simply an act of clothing, but a com

This is a question I’ve been asked more than once, usually with genuine curiosity: “If you could crossdress openly… would you still enjoy it as much? Would the thrill disappear?” It’s a fair question. After all, many people assume the excitement comes from secrecy — from the risk, the hiddenness, the taboo. And yes, when a lot of us start out, that adrenaline is absolutely part of it. But would the enjoyment fade if I could be Davina openly? For me, the honest answer is no .

I’ve just finished listening to The Weekly Hotspot episode “The Fear of Being Found Out – Keeping Your Kink Private,” and it landed so close to home in lots of parts Erika and Olivia dive into the anxiety, secrecy, thrill, and vulnerability that comes with hiding a kink—especially one tied to identity and sexuality. For anyone who grew up crossdressing in private, the episode feels painfully accurate. And for me? It was like hearing some of my own filthy teenage years narrate

Part One — The Alpha and the Femme Most people who know me would never guess I’m a crossdresser, would never every think I spent today spending about 8 hours presenting as a woman. Even the word crossdresser feels outdated now — I prefer the more modern T-girl . It fits better. It feels like it includes the emotional side, not just the clothes and dressing up, it hints at identity, at spirit, the extra layer many of us carry quietly within us a quiet and very secret feminine

It’s been a long time since I’ve had a day truly to myself — not working, not rushing, not sneaking moments here and there to dress, but an actual stretch of hours where I can relax and just  be  Davina. This Saturday, for the first time in ages, I’ll be home alone most of the day, and I’m already excited about what that means. I’m planning a full Davina day: opening the big suitcase up the attic, pulling out dresses I haven’t worn in far too long, sorting through heels, ling

There are some moments in life you never forget — not because they were planned, but because they pushed you somewhere you never thought you’d go. My first step in heels out as Davina was exactly that kind of moment. I was away with work, checked into a quiet regular hotel and finally had the space to present fully fem: heels, stockings, dress, makeup. I went online and started chatting with other T-girls and wives of T-girls on a site I used, with one of them joining me on

There are mornings when something simple — the sight of my wife getting dressed for work — hits me harder than I expect. Today was one of them. She looked gorgeous in a black-and-white dotty dress, black tights, heeled boots, and makeup. Feminine in that natural way women can be, especially when they’ve had years of practice making themselves look and feel amazing. She was afraid she may be showing cleavage.. Flaunt it I say. And as always, watching her stirred something ins

I never expected that work trip to give me any chance to dress. Four days away with two colleagues, sharing meals, spending every evening working on audit notes — it didn’t exactly scream “private time.”But I still packed everything. The makeup. The hosiery. The heeled boots. The lingerie. The wig. A couple of dresses.Just in case. When we checked into the hotel, there was a problem with my room. Annoying at first — until they upgraded me. A big business-class room on the fir

I’ve started listening to podcasts again on my early morning walks — four miles in the dark before the world wakes up. There’s something liberating about striding through the quiet streets in my exercise leggings, luminous jacket, and LED hat light cutting a beam through the chill. These walks, the new diet, and a healthier routine have done wonders for my mood and shape. It’s me time  — and, more often than not, time to think about Davina. This morning’s company was Erika an

For over two decades, I’ve worked in a traditionally masculine environment — problem-solving under pressure, leading teams, and staying calm when things go wrong. It’s the kind of work that demands precision, reliability, and confidence.I love what I do, and I’m proud of the impact I’ve had throughout my career. Most people who know me professionally would describe me as confident. Capable. Maybe even “alpha.” And they’d be right — I thrive on being someone others can rely on

🎄 Something unexpected happened this week — My wife and her friends as is some sort of tradition in the UK are booked to go to a "Christmas Market" Someone pulled out due to other commitments and I said to my wife "I'm not doing anything that day I'll come with you" She checked with the girls and they said why not - But she also promised them I'll carry all the bags.. Hmmm 'It sounds like they plan on making me submissive' Lol So and this is now Davina's perspective "I’ve be

Halloween always brings a flurry of creativity — face paint, wigs, and last-minute rummaging through drawers for “just the right shade of lipstick. ”This year, our kids decided to dig through the makeup drawers in our bedroom, on the hunt for Halloween inspiration. I checked with my wife they didn't ask!! My makeup top draw was open and my lipstick bag unzipped and I never leave it unzipped and hadn't been in there and on the coffee table one of my red lipsticks.. Or I assume

It’s funny how the crossdressing urge sneaks up on you. I haven’t dressed for a few weeks, but packing my dresses away for winter gave me such a pang — “You miss me, don’t you?” This morning, standing on the platform twenty minutes early, I saw a woman — long dark hair, denim skirt, ankle boots, black tights — and thought, “Lucky woman, she gets to go to work dressed like that.” All around me were women in skirts, dresses, tights, boots, makeup… and there I was, in black trou