I’m the Last Person You’d Expect to Be a Crossdresser

If you were to describe me on paper, you'd probably picture someone far from what society assumes a crossdresser to be.

I grew up in a loving home—mum, dad, a younger sister.

I was your typical sporty lad. Rugby was my first love, and I played at a strong junior and youth level. Football came naturally too, more for the joy of scoring goals with my mates than chasing trophies. Cricket? I excelled.

If I wasn't training for one sport, I was running, playing 5-a-side, or kicking a ball around the park.

I was athletic, confident on the field, captain of teams, academically sharp, and fiercely protective of others—standing up to bullies and sticking up for the underdog.

I topped my class in engineering at college and carried that drive to university.

Even there, sport stayed with me. I played for the engineering department and took pride in being a leader.

Somewhere between all the sport, studying, and socialising, I was also crossdressing.

It began in those quiet, private moments when I was home alone. I’d try on lingerie or women’s clothes, a secret world that gave me an entirely different kind of confidence and comfort.

I fancied girls at school—too shy to ask them out—but also idolised confident, glamorous women like Vicki Michelle from 'Allo 'Allo. I was captivated by femininity and style, and I admired women from a very young age.

Fast forward to today: I’m a respected engineer in the UK, one of the top in my field.

I have a wife who knows me better than anyone, and she’s been on this journey with me.

I’m still that alpha male on the outside—hardworking, dependable, career-driven. But the stress and expectations that come with that role? They need an outlet.

That outlet is Davina.

Crossdressing isn’t my identity—it’s my escape, my therapy, and my secret sanctuary.

When I become Davina, I shed the pressure, the front, the expectation.

I soften.

I feel feminine, elegant, and strangely... more me?

She’s not a performance but neither is she a seperate person.

Davina's a part of me I get to express when life allows.

No one would expect it.

Not the guy I am day to day, not the sports captain, not the engineer, not the husband and father.

But Davina exists, and she brings me balance, clarity, and comfort.

Davina