My Pride Week

Fridays Outfit

This past week has been so nice..

The house was mine for a rare stretch—five whole days—and I planned to take full advantage knowing opportunity in the coming months is going to be rare for various reasons school summer holidays one reason.

I worked from home as "Davina" crossdressed from 0900-1430 some days other days a bit shorter due to work meetings and how warm it was in a leather dress yesterday.

Dresses, makeup, heels, perfume—my usual work tasks, just done with a different energy.

A softer energy. One that let me move through the day easier not getting too upset with work stress and issues although today tested my patience a big issue in work one of those "I told you so things" - I get so annoyed when i foresee and warn people they don't listen and inevitably it goes wrong, i told them it would happen and its me they turn to to put it right so at one point i wasn't dressing today but my stress level went right up with annoyance and i thought sod it i'm getting changed, calm down then begin the work to put things right again so here i am as I'm running some checks on my laptop typing this blog at the same time definitely calmer as "Davina" in the dress in the pic up above, lingerie and black tights and heels fully made up blonde wig last opportunity in a while maybe.

There’s a deep calm I feel when I dress its inexplicable.

It’s not just about the clothes or the look, though I do love curating those. It’s about feeling more grounded.

These 5 days a rare gift, and I enjoyed every second of it..

This fifth day mattered. It proved the high stress of things going wrong in work even beyond my control can be brought back down by crossdressing.. I hope they don't want a TEAMs vid call now lol. - As I type this someones trying to get me on TEAMS!!! lol

My wife knew about this week - I told her in code I'd be taking advantage of the house to myself.

On Tuesday, we went for a walk after work and ended up eating at a pub.

I told her about a work briefing I was recording, and she smiled and joked, “As Davina, lol—Hi, I’ve been asked by him to record this briefing.”

It was said half in code, as we were out in public. She also said "You've done a better job with your eyes today" i.e no sign of wearing makeup, eye shadow, mascara or eyeliner..

I loved that moment.

I loved that she could joke about it. That she acknowledged it without tension.

It felt light and easy, and it made me feel good in one way - She took the Mik out of me for being a t-girl - I take it as a positive but i want a session where we can talk more - Maybe if she read my blog we'd have things to talk about - I don't even know exactly what it is i want to talk about i just want us to be able to discuss "Davina time" and make sure she's ok or to make sure we can keep coms open about Davina without me thinking i'm getting on her nerves or scaring her.

What she hasn’t seen, though, is how far Davina has come, how my makeup skills have developed.

left to right thurs, weds, tues and mondays outfits

She hasn’t seen me dressed in years properly, not seen my photos I don't think —not had time together as "women" since before the pandemic. Not since I got better with makeup, found wigs that really suit me, learned to pose and get my best angle.

She hasn’t seen the Davina I’ve captured in photos—photos I keep locked away on Flickr.

This week, I added new ones. Some of my best yet. And honestly?

I’m nervous about her seeing them.

Because they don’t just show a man in a dress.

They show a woman or rather show how convincing i can look as a woman - I don't want that to be scary for her or weird - I'd prefer she said omg wow you look amazing well done - Do my makeup for me..

To get the pics I've taken this week I've had to go a little heavier on the makeup which looks great on cam but would have to tone it down in the real world - But I'm not in the real world I'm crossdressing alone at home so it's ok.

I sometimes look at my photos and think, "How do I look like that?" And feel a spark of quiet pride. This is my PRIDE Week lol.

That pride still sits alongside uncertainty a bit.

Would my wife be shocked?

Unsettled?

I’m still me. Still her husband. Still a dad. Still the man she knows and loves.

But this part of me—we call "Davina"—has grown with me 'classy not trashy' - If you're gonna do something do it properly.

It’s Pride Month, and I’ve been thinking about how I fit into it all.

Honestly, I’ve often felt disconnected from how Pride represents people like me.

The drag queens, the smutty humour, the big loud spectacle—it’s just not my world.

I’m not dressing to perform. I’m dressing to escape and for me my own enjoyment.

And yet… I’m proud.

Proud of the T-Girl I’ve become or can be when I have opportunity.

Proud of the gentler confidence I’ve found. Proud that, even on a chaotic Friday full of stress, I still said: No. I need this.

Maybe one day, I’ll share those photos with my wife.

Davina

Ahh what the Hek have the actual pics here as my camera has really flattered me this week

in day order mon - fri - How lucky are women to have this much choice - Jealous much xx