Crossdressing, sport and the secret lives in the stands?

There’s something no one ever tells you when you’re growing up as a boy who crossdresses: it doesn’t cancel out the rest of who you are.

You can be into football, rugby, cricket.

You can love the smell of fresh-cut grass on a Saturday, the feel of a tackle, the adrenaline rush of scoring a try or a goal or tension of a close match. And then, later that night, you might be home alone slip into a pair of stockings and heels, lingerie etc and just unwind and feel nice.

I remember it vividly—coming home after a bruising afternoon on the pitch.

I'd be knackered, limbs aching, heart still pulsing from the game not intereated in drinking after a match.. I'd sometimes join friends playing 5aside football in the evening and sometimes if the stars alignedand i could be home alone I’d get home, wash off the mud disappear upstairs and change into something soft, feminine. Stockings, a skirt, maybe a bit of borrowed lipstick. It was like flipping a switch from grit to grace, tension to release.

These days, when I watch live sport—Premier League matches, international rugby, County or international cricket or NFL when in London in the stadium or when watching sport on TV—I often wonder:

How many of the men in the stadium, in those teams, or watching at home have felt what I’ve felt?

How many crossdress?

How many crossdress to unwind, to cope, to reconnect with a hidden side of themselves?

Not out of confusion, but because it soothes the storm inside? Or even just for fun.

In my own way, I’ve done just that. I’ve been the lad on the pitch—and I’ve been Davina in heels after a game.

I'm in our garden bar now typing this watching the Liverpool Champions parade on my Bar TV.. So many Reds out celebrating another league Championship .. Imagining for a moment being sat here as Davina watching this celebration.. Even more wishing wed driven up to Liverpool to be oart of what I'm seeing..

I’ve watched Liverpool in red lingerie, srockings and heels made up, blonde hair red lips and theyve won 4-0..

I've watched a Champions League final while wearing those same red knickers under my jeans for luck and seen them win another big ears trophy which brings tears to my eyes.. More likely to show emotions as a bloke when my team does well make a me proud.

One of the joys I’ve found in the crossdressing community—particularly on TVChix—is chatting with other t-girls who are just as passionate about sport as I am.

What team do we support?

How’s the season going?

Bit of rivalry with a tgirl who supports another team..all good banter.

It’s even better when you find another t-girl who supports the same team (for me, Liverpool FC).

Suddenly you’re deep in conversation: how the club’s being run, summer signings, memories of the Champions League and Premier League wins, the heartbreaks, the legends. It's like any other football chat—banter, hope, history, debate—only this time, it's between two women who happen to be wearing heels or chatting as their femme selves.

Sometimes the conversation starts with an intro in the chatroom:“Hi, I’m Davina. Just relaxing dressed —how about you?”

A compliment on site photos, a quick exchange about outfits or how we’re presenting… and next thing you know, we’re deep into an hour-long private chat about football. Even discovering we've been at Anfield watching the she game who knows even sat next to one another completely oblivious that we were sat next to one another 60k people what's the chances two tgirls in red with red and white scarves in man mode birth t girls with tvchix profiles.

How normal—and how affirming—that feels.

Of course, not everyone in the chat rooms wants to hear about football, so those convos tend to shift to private messages.

But that’s the beauty of it: there’s space for all sides of us.

The glamorous, the feminine, the sporty, the loyal fan.

It’s just another reminder: we’re never only one thing.

We’re not just crossdressers or football fans or former players or wives or professionals—we’re all of it, wrapped into one body.

And that’s what makes this community so real, so rich, and so wonderfully human.

Have you ever chatted football while dressed?

Or hidden your passion for sport beneath a pair of stockings?

I’d love to hear your stories. What sport do you follow or play—and who’s your team? 

Let’s keep the conversation going.

Davina