Recalibrating Through Davina
- Davina Legs
- Apr 25
- 3 min read
Updated: Apr 27
There’s a rhythm to being Davina that I’ve come to recognize. It’s not just dressing—it’s resetting.

When life piles up, when work stress takes over, when the school holidays roll in and I know I won’t get even a glimpse of her for weeks, something in me builds. Quietly at first. Then louder.
It’s like stress, frustration, and emotional static start stacking on top of each other, and the longer I go without letting Davina out, the heavier it gets. I think about dressing for escapism and releif more.
I have triggers—someone on TV looking effortlessly feminine, or my wife in a nice dress, tights, and heels—and it stirs that longing. Not just to look pretty, but to find calm. To feel lighter. More grounded.
When I finally get a Davina day, something shifts. I feel calmer. It’s like stress evaporates and I find a side of me I’d kept bottled up and a release of my toxic masculinity and stress.
Davina isn’t the "real me"—but she is a part of me. A hidden side. A side I share with my wife, but not with the rest of the real world. Online, things feel anonymous. People don’t know the man behind Davina. That makes it safer to be her online.
I’ve not really found anything else that helps me recalibrate in the same way.
Years ago, I played contact sports—rugby, football, cricket—and those gave me a physical release for any stress or frustration. But even then, when the games were over, if the opportunity was there, I’d still crossdress and chill in the evening at home.
It was always different. Sport was masculine and tough, but crossdressing gave me a different kind of balance. A softer outlet. A contrast although back then did i realise this?
The pandemic lockdown was one of the hardest stretches. A whole year, really, where dressing wasn't possible.
We were home together 24/7. No space, no time, no Davina. And during that already difficult time, I was falsely reported on TVChix by someone claiming the photos I posted weren’t me. I was suspended—cut off from one of the few places I could be Davina openly in my mind as i chatted to other t-girls.
They wanted proof. A photo of me holding a sign that said “I’m Davina Legs.” I couldn’t do it—not then I was unable to crossdress with everyone home..
But the day the kids went back to school, I wasted no time. I dressed. I made the sign (i wrote my name on paper in lipstick in fact). I took the photo and proved it.
That same day, I got back on TVChix—and soon after, the next photo I posted took me to number one babe on the site. That was a small, delicious moment of validation, and a quiet poke in the eye to the person who doubted me. No idea who that was.. So spiteful!!
Even now, when I can’t dress, I sometimes wear something subtle—lacey knickers, a touch of perfume. Just something. A whisper of Crossdressing to get me through. This is a new thing a suggestion by the wife of another T-Girl. Someone whos become an online friend.
It’s not about sex or attention. It’s about sanity. Balance. Letting that hidden part of me breathe now and then. And when I can’t do it for too long, I feel it. I carry it. But a day as Davina clears the fog. She’s a small, unimportant yet somehow important part of me. And that’s enough.
Davina
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