"To be honest, I’ve hit a breaking point and finally quit my job. I’m feeling pretty rough right now, but I found these lyrics that perfectly capture why I had to get out. It’s dark, it’s raw, and it’s exactly how I’ve been feeling lately:"

One gulp of coffee, then I sprint to the station,
Dive into the Tube, yawn’s a constant sensation.
I bent over backwards to get here on time,
So hello, hello… it’s the usual crime.
Well, hello to you all and your fucking tired faces!

A sip of some tea, smoke breaks with the herd,
You’re back here again, and it’s frankly absurd.
I don’t smile at strangers, I’ve nothing to say,
I’ve saved all my smiles for you lot today.
Yeah, hello to you all and your fucking tired faces!

When I’ve had quite enough and I’m ready to retch,
I’ll quit this shit job, every miserable stretch.
I’ll think of you all on a grey, rainy day,
How I tore out my hair just to come play the game,
Just to get here and see you...
Well, hello to you all and your fucking tired faces!

I’ll sing of new colleagues like a bird in the spring,
"I'm so glad to be here!" is the song I will sing.
You’re better than them, you’re a different race —
You’re lovely, you’re cool, you’re all over the place...
At least for right now — before you’re just fucking tired faces!

Taking a break and enjoying some sun on the legs.

well been off site for a couple of days thanks to the veri thing playing up. anyway seems there's been a little outbreak of scammers, so keep vigilant and report. I wont mention the AI lol

It's 9 o'clock! Today's breakfast! Cute!

At 65, I've spent decades as a transvestite sissy crossdresser, keeping my feminine side tucked away like a guilty secret for most of my life. Skirts, stockings, heels, and lacy things brought me a private thrill and a soft kind of peace, but they also came with shame and isolation. Then volunteering stepped in first in drab male clothes at a local charity shop and quietly cracked the door open to something more. Over time, the idea of exploring crossdressing while volunteering became a gentle, thrilling possibility that blended my two worlds: giving back to the community while letting my sissy self breathe a little in public. Crossdressing and volunteering intersect in beautiful, sometimes nerve wracking ways. Many of us in the crossdressing community already love charity shops and thrift stores they're treasure troves for affordable feminine clothes, vintage dresses, silky blouses, and heels that fit just right without breaking the bank. Shopping there "en drab" (in male presentation) is common and relatively low-pressure; staff rarely bat an eye at a man browsing the women's section, especially if you're polite and purposeful. But taking the next step volunteering while presenting as your feminine self feels like leveling up. It turns the shop into a stage where you can practice being seen, contribute meaningfully, and feel the quiet joy of service wrapped in the fabric that makes you feel most alive. Sorting donations, steaming garments, arranging displays tasks that already feel creative and domestic become even more satisfying when you're doing them in a skirt or blouse that matches the very items on the rails. There's a special little rush when you handle a pretty dress that might have been perfect for your own collection, knowing it's going to help someone else while you get to embody your softer side in a purposeful setting. For many of us older sissies, volunteering offers a gentle way to ease into public expression without the intensity of a full "night out." Charity shops tend to attract kind, community minded people older volunteers, mums, young folks gaining experience, and all sorts in between. The environment is often forgiving and focused on the work rather than on you. Conversations flow naturally over pricing or styling, and you can let your feminine mannerisms show a bit more without forcing anything. It builds confidence the same way my early drab shifts did: through small interactions, teamwork, and the satisfaction of helping keep good clothes out of landfill while raising funds for worthy causes. Of course, it's not without its layers. Some days you might worry about being read, or about awkward questions, or simply about whether the team will accept you. Experiences vary some places are wonderfully inclusive, especially those with ties to causes or progressive areas, while others might feel more traditional. Starting small helps: perhaps a short shift, a subtle feminine touch, nail polish, a unisex but feminine top, or even volunteering at events or organizations where crossdressing is more normalized. I've heard of crossdressers volunteering at community fundraisers, helping at pride related drives, or even assisting in thrift based events where dressing up adds to the fun and visibility. The mental health side is profound. Volunteering already combats loneliness, builds purpose, teaches skills, and creates real connections benefits that feel amplified when you're expressing your authentic self. For a sissy crossdresser like me, it bridges the gap between private indulgence and public living. That hidden part of me stops feeling like a shameful secret and starts feeling like a valid contribution to the world. The social aspect eases isolation in a way therapy alone never quite could; you're valued for your helpfulness, your eye for display, your patience with customers. And yes, there's that extra layer of thrill spotting a gorgeous bargain while wearing something pretty yourself, or feeling the swish of a skirt as you move between racks. Looking back, exploring crossdressing in volunteering has been one of the most rewarding paths for many of us. It doesn't demand you "come out" dramatically; it lets you integrate gradually, at your own pace. Some stay fully en femme for shifts and find warm acceptance. Others mix presentations or keep it subtle. Either way, it fosters growth: more confidence, better social skills, a deeper sense of purpose, and often a surprising amount of quiet support from people who simply see a kind volunteer doing good work. If you're a fellow crossdresser reading this whether you're 25 or 75 consider it. Start by shopping at charity shops to build familiarity, then explore volunteering opportunities. Talk to managers openly if it feels right; many are pragmatic and welcoming when you frame it as wanting to contribute.

Hello, I hope mya.s will break the curse of 13th....

I will just put this here to show how some people can be cruel and try to break your spirit. Not me ! I have endured bullying all my life and am hardened to its effects.

Have been away for weeks somewhere I can't dress up and its been killing me. But back in London next week and can't wait to break out my outfits again. And maybe find someone to model them for ;)

Hello! I'm taking a break! Enjoy!

Another video, oops carful, don’t break your leg.

Taken a break from packing

My final day of my break away gonna chill in my hotel back tomorrow to be georgette x

Afternoon girls finally home after a week break

Well as there’s now a daily limit on posting I better keep these short. WTF.
Just getting ready for breakfast.

I'll be your breakfast for the morning

someone mentioned how can the Stories container be switched off. I've had a look in settings and its not an option unfortunately. Only thing I can think of is something you can do on any web page you visit is to temp edit the content. It won't break their site so don't worry. I've not yet tried it as tbh I can't be bothered but it will remove the section so long as you stay on the page and don't refresh. Here's a quick intro for all you budding developers... You can temporarily edit any webpage in your browser by using the "Inspect Element" [right click on a blank area of a web page to see a menu] feature to modify HTML/CSS code or by activating "Design Mode" in the console. These changes are local, temporary, and disappear upon refreshing, perfect for quick mockups or testing layouts.

oh my it was so cold outside when break from nightshift XD : )

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas break?

Now back to normality.......!

My First Experience as a Truck Stop Wh-re or Chrissy — A Night on the Road Continued... (Part II) (To see the beginning, Part I, visit my page and scroll down):
The bra came next.

I hesitated for half a second—long enough for the moment to stretch—then let it slide off. Cool air kissed my skin. His breath caught audibly. He didn’t touch me yet. He didn’t need to.

Click.
Click.

I could feel my body responding to the attention, to the knowledge that this version of me was being captured, saved, proof that Chrissy existed. That I wasn’t just a thought or a secret ritual in front of a mirror.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, and I believed him.

When the last of the fabric was gone, I stood there fully exposed under the red glow, arms crossed loosely at first, then letting them fall to my sides. Vulnerability pulsed through me—electric, frightening, intoxicating. I felt open, claimed by the moment, by the lens, by his gaze.

He stepped closer then. Close enough that I could feel his heat without being touched. One hand lifted my chin, not roughly, just enough to make me meet his eyes.

“Look at me,” he said. “Not the camera.”

I did.

The photos continued, slower now, more deliberate. Less about documenting and more about possession. When he finally set the phone down, my skin felt hypersensitive, like every nerve had been tuned too high.

When he guided me back onto the bunk, the vinyl was cold at first, then quickly warmed beneath me. I lay there open to him, knees drawn up, posture unmistakable, my body arranged in a way that made refusal impossible—but refusal wasn’t what I felt.

What I felt was permission being taken.

The cab groaned softly as he leaned over me, blocking out the low red light, blocking out the rest of the world. His hands settled at my hips and stayed there—anchoring me, claiming the space where my choices narrowed into a single direction. He didn’t hurry. He waited. Long enough that the waiting itself became its own kind of pressure.

My breath went shallow. My body answered before my mind could intervene.

When he finally moved, the sensation was overwhelming—not sharp, not violent, but consuming. The kind of closeness that demands you make room for it, that insists you soften or break. I felt myself give way in small increments, each one deliberate, each one erasing a little more distance between who I pretend to be and what I was becoming in that moment. He plowed my asspussy over and over....in and out...in and out...in..in...getting deeper each time.

He watched my face closely, as if he needed to see exactly where I disappeared. Every sound I made seemed to encourage him, draw him deeper into his own control. I clutched the bedding, holding on to something solid as my thoughts scattered, replaced by a single, relentless awareness of being used with purpose.

“Relax,” he said quietly, almost kindly. “I’ve got you.”

And I surrendered.

Not just my body—my resistance. I let the tension drain out of me and allowed the sensation to take over completely. There was a point where I stopped tracking time, stopped measuring what I was giving and what I was losing. My body responded on its own terms, breaking open in waves that left me shaking, emptied of pretense.

I heard him make a sound above me—rough, unfiltered—and knew I’d been brought exactly where he wanted me. I knew he came, he ejaculated, he sprayed his man juice, his sperm, his DNA deep inside me. I could feel it, the warm, sticky liquid clinging to my insides.

Afterward, when he pulled me up toward him again, there was no gentleness in the request—just expectation. I recognized it instantly. My knees braced against the seat, my hands guided into place, my mouth following where my thoughts no longer led. I focused on the task, on being useful, on doing it right. There was comfort in that narrow focus. Safety, even. More to cum....

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"Dear family, as we find ourselves once again on the threshold of another Christmas this December 24, 2025, it's impossible not to pause for a moment to look back and give deep thanks for the immense gift of having one another. Christmas doesn't truly reside in the bright decorations adorning our home, nor in the feast we share, much less in the wrapped presents under the tree; true Christmas pulsates in each of our laughs, in the support we've given each other on gray days, and in the shared joy that multiplies our happiness. May the spirit of unity be the guest of honor at our table this holiday season. My most fervent wish is that each of you feels the warmth of a sincere embrace and that peace fills your hearts, reminding us that, no matter how far our individual paths may take us throughout the year, there will always be an invisible thread of love that keeps us unbreakable. May this year's end be the prelude to a 2026 filled with health and fulfilled projects." And above all, many more moments to continue building this story we call family. Merry Christmas to all."

What the f.uck is going on with this website,dick flashers,fake profiles,and f.ucking misfits wherever you look,let alone so called m.istresses wanting to tell you how to eat your breakfast properly,my block button is f.ucking worn out,give it a rest ffs!!

I have taken a break from here, and will continue to do so for a while so cannot be contacted.

Last day of school before the Christmas break - yippee!

Now then, where is the mistletoe.......?

Last day of dressing till my 2 week christmas break from this weekend.

Can't believe it's been a couple of months already since my last post. But things have been progressing, slowly but surely, which is anticipated. I can check on this later for sure but the biggest breakthrough, for me anyway, was that I finally broke sub-80kg body weight and losing weight has been consistent, now hovering around the 78kg area. Soft target is 72kg, which finally feels like it's within striking distance!

Have found that I REALLY respond to the goth look and aesthetic. Loved this ensemble and thank my friend profusely for helping me make it look good (least I think so anyway. Haha). Would love to hear your guys' feedback.

I want to break free

Oh dear, how sad, never mind - CDipanties appears to have blocked me, all i said was he should learn to tuck his hairy ballbag away and pay attention to the site rules!
Saves me the effort, and more chance of keeping my breakfast down, too

Well, that was my dinner break…

Funny how a little thing can bring you back. I took a break from dressing for a while and then by fate discovered someone had accidentally left a lipstick in the supermarket trolley I took. Temptation was far too much!

It's just awful how when you go to the mall with a friend, so many people only look at your appearance and can't see the big heart you want to give, waiting to find someone who can take care of it, because everyone is so used to seeing lies, opportunists, and people who just want to take advantage of others. If only there was a way to show what I'm like inside, beyond my appearance, people would definitely try to get closer to me. to me, even just as friends, but everyone is too used to seeing only the superficiality of others, and that, well, that breaks my heart.

Santa & Mrs. Claus: Threeway at the North Pole Continued: I was too nervous to answer but nodded. "Good," he exclaimed, "now its my turn. Ho, ho, ho!" With that, Santa took his clothes off, exposing his huge, rock hard, wrinkly magical dick that I knew so well, knew so intimately. He walked over to the bed, grabbed my head from the back of it, and forced us to kiss, his tongue exploring my throat. His free hand felt down my chest and tummy, down to my naked crotch where he pulled on my ****. "I see you're ready," he commented.

I could see out of the corner of my eye Mrs. Claus feeling herself up and down, moaning. She fingered her own *****...
Santa then bent down and put my penis into his mouth. He sucked me off...slurping....licking my shaft., squeezing the head with his lips, shaking it with his hand...I was already so aroused that it didn't take me long to cum and fill his mouth up. Santa swallowed it all...smiling, moaning, saying "yum!" and, of course, "ho, ho, ho!" "Get on your hands and knees," the jolly old elf, Santa, demanded. I did, my bare-naked ass now exposed upward at him like a dog in heat presenting herself to a mate. Santa mounted me and like last Christmas, slamming his huge, magical dick into my tight, little boypussy hole doggy-style, making me his. Mrs. Claus came up to the side of the bed and then crawled under me to where she could put her mouth around my ****. So as Santa Claus fucked my ass Mrs. Claus was sucking my dick. When Santa climaxed, seeding me with his semen, I came too, almost choking Mrs. Claus with my boyjuice, who was able to swallow all of it.

Santa layed on the bed next to me, his fat, hairy arms around my skinny, smooth ladyboy body, Mrs. Claus layed on the other side next to me, her wrinkly but feminine arms also around me. "I wish you would touch me like that Santa, as you touch Chrissy," Mrs. Claus said, making me uncomfortable.
"Ho, ho, ho!" Answered Santa. "It's okay, We have Chrissy now." What did that mean? That I was to continue satisfying both of them? "Not for very long," I added. "Just until I am able to get home."
"That will be at least a year," Mrs. Claus commented.
I sat up more in shock. "A year? Why?"
"No one leaves Santa's Village but Santa and that is only on Christmas Eve." said Mrs. Claus.
"And since this Christmas Eve is over, you'll have to wait until next year," Santa added.
"I can't wait until next year! I got a life to get back to. People will miss me!"
"I'm sorry, Chrissy, but we just don't have any way of getting you home otherwise."
"You can't just take me anytime? Have an elf fly the sleigh?"
"If people saw Santa's sleigh flying around on any other night than Christmas Eve that would be a scandal."
"But a whole year!"
"You're not a prisoner. You can walk away anytime. But this is the North Pole. You won't get very far." said Mrs. Claus. "And I couldn't bear to see my baby boy get hurt again." She kissed me on the forehead, while groping my ****, as she said this.
"But you have it good here. Free food and board...a warm bed...hot cocoa...and Mrs. Claus and I to sexually satisfy you, ho, ho, ho!" Santa said. "All you have to do for a year is relax and enjoy great sex. Ho, ho, ho!"
"And the elves can have a break, Santa," Mrs. Claus said.
"Well, we'll see about that. Chrissy is hot and all, but I do like my little elves," said Santa, "ho, ho, ho!"
"But not me..." Mrs. Claus said sadly.
"Oh, honey, I do love you," Santa said. "But yes, I need something else sexually. Heck, half the reason I took the job I do on Christmas Eve was to be able to **** so many different people. Like Chrissy! Ho, ho, ho!"
Santa grabbed my face again and kissed me, saying, "don't worry. You'll like it here. Ho, ho, ho!"
Mrs. Claus grabbed my dick again and got close to me too, whispering, "I guarantee it."
And that was my experience with Santa and Mrs. Claus. Ho, ho, ho!

SO SORRY FOR NOT CHATTING BACK SOONER, AS BEEN ON A LONG BREAK WITH FAMILY XXXX

Oh dear, how sad, never mind, NewSissy26 appears to have blocked me after i remonstrated with him for breaking the rules and flashing his hairy little cocktail sausage in a public pic - well, saves me the effort of blocking him! Sad little man replied to my criticism, but of course having been blocked i can't see it to be upset by it - quelle dommage, someone lend me The World's Smallest Violin to express my grief through music...

#Sissyslut
#Sissylatina
Preparing the arepa for breakfast, hehe.

Work week yesterday but I had a good "lunch" break, read my book and stretched a bit to get rid of the office chair butt! (disclaimer for honesty and avoidance of misunderstandings: I am a crossdresser. I am wearing a breastplate. I colour correct my pics a lot generally, i think that' fine as I'm not lying, or changing myself in any way. I'm just trying to portrait an atmosphere - 50s pinup here for example. In this series though I've gone a little extra and hid the breastplate seams. It's an aesthetic decision and not with the aim to confuse or misdirect anyone. Sorry if someone is offended I'm happy to re upload with the seams visible) xx

It is so much fun. Time for breakfast.

How are you doing today my loves. I'm so sorry for the delay in posting. this last month was a absolute disaster I had to take a little mental health break. Here's some pictures of my slutty exhibitionist costume for Halloween

Breaking out the spider web stockings for the season
Sophie

2nd gorgeous pin up for the day ( he he! ) actually Miss Cindi is taking a long break! ( be back in 5 mins! He he )

I think I have hit my breaking point. It is time for Lexi to work hard to find that sexy body. She is going to study makeup like it is a class she is preparing for. Please wish me luck. It will be a long hard journey, but she needs it.

Hey girls Ive been on a long break and I'm back now so hello :3

Some more pictures, A bit of variety to break the boredom, fun trying out different looks #sexy #different #sissy

Hi ladies just confirming I’m taking a wee break till I feel 100% better. Love you all xx

New dress for our hotel break xx can't wait

Good morning!!! I'm about eat breakfast 0🤟🏾

You have to verify your age on porn sites from today in UK. Ah well, my right hand could do with a break

Going to be taking a break for awhile from here. But will keep checking in for any updates etc.
This being because it is no longer the same as it used to be. Steph xx