Sportswear
By Martina Bell
Gymnastics
Gymnastics can be breath-takingly beautiful. The gymnastic leotard, however, is not much more forgiving than the swimsuit. It would be lovely, but who do I think I'm kidding? Girl gymnasts tend to be over the hill by the time they reach fourteen. Me? Well, it's no secret that I'm a lot older than that.
Athletics
Athletics involves much sexier costumes than they used to do. They look tempting, definitely tempting. Unfortunately, the knicker-like shorts of modern women's athletics carry all of the problems encountered at the lower end of the swimsuit. The problems at the top, however, may be a little easier to solve. I have a lycra sports top, suitable for athletics, which is a joy to wear. It amply covers the tell-tale edges of my breasts, while retaining a pleasing skimpiness (skimpiness is the essence of sportswear!).
More - it is the only top I own which keeps the breasts really secure in place without requiring a bra. There may be hope for athletics as a trannie sport.
Hockey
Hockey, to be honest, is not really my cup of tea. It seems to me a rough game, something expressed by Sir Owen Seaman in his poem, The Yellow Shin Pads:
Your hands had tied them on for me Fair lord and righteous referee Above my crushers, daintily
Am I cross dressing to wear crushers? I think not. All the same, I grew up in the 1950s thinking of hockey as an exclusively female sport (none of the boys' schools in the borough played it) and there was an element of attraction in the game.
Part of the attraction almost certainly lay in hockey players wearing what seemed very short skirts. These were pre-mini skirt days! Actually, to judge from my oldest sister's example - the only hockey enthusiast in the family - they were actually 'culottes'.
I have always liked skirts, and in my early years something which seemed to be a skirt - but wasn't - exercised a powerful fascination. It seemed to form some kind of link between the kind of clothes I was allowed to wear and those my sisters wore.
My present, rather negative, feelings about hockey may stem from my time at university. As I've said, I grew up thinking of hockey as an exclusively female sport. I was intrigued, therefore, to discover that there was a university men's hockey team. I pictured a group of men charging about the playing field in culottes (if not skirts), so I made discreet enquiries. The enquiries had to be very discreet, because my cross dressing was still firmly in the closet.
What I discovered was about as disappointing as it could have been. The men's hockey team was the most horrible, ugly and macho sports team on campus. Their sportswear was, at least to my eye, indistinguishable from that of the rugby team. Since making this discovery, I don't think that I have had any positive feelings on hockey.
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