Hello everyone, just wanted to share my first full post of pics of me dressed with makeup on

I am sixty-five years old, and there are mornings when my bones creak like old floorboards, when the mirror offers me a face that has known too many winters. But there is also satin.

It begins there, always.

Not with the clothes people expect, not dresses or heels or anything loud, but with the quiet, shimmering certainty of a headscarf unfolded across my lap. Oversized. Generous. A full square of light, as if someone had captured a piece of dawn and stitched its edges.

I keep them in a pine ottoman chest at the foot of my bed. When I lift the lid, the faint scent of pine wood and time rises, mingling with the cool, whispering smoothness of fabric. They are stacked carefully: florals, paisleys, deep jewel tones, pale creams, even one the colour of storm clouds just before rain. Some are silk satin, impossibly soft, almost liquid. Others are polyester blends still glossy, still kind to the touch, but sturdier, as if meant for endurance.

I tell myself it began for practical reasons. Hair protection, I say. Friction reduction. At my age, what hair remains deserves gentleness. And it’s true the satin glides where cotton drags, it soothes where wool irritates. At night, when I wrap my head, I sleep more peacefully, my scalp free from the tug and dryness that used to wake me.

But that is only the surface of it.

The truth is, when I lift one of those oversized scarves sometimes a full 130 centimeters across it feels like lifting a veil between lives.

I was not always honest about who I was. For decades, I wore what was expected, spoke in the tones expected, moved through the world like a man following a script written long before I was born. There is a heaviness to that kind of living. It settles into your shoulders, your spine, your breath.

The first time I wrapped a satin headscarf around my head, I did it clumsily. I had watched videos, read guides. Fold into a triangle, they said. Bring the corners forward, tie at the nape or under the chin. Smooth the edges. Adjust.

I remember the colour deep burgundy, with a faint floral pattern that caught the light. When I tied it, the fabric slipped against itself with a soft hush, like a secret being kept.

And then I looked in the mirror.

I did not see a caricature. I did not see something absurd or theatrical. I saw softness. I saw a version of myself that had been waiting, patiently, beneath years of denial. The scarf framed my face, softened the lines, held me together in a way nothing else ever had.

Now, it is ritual.

In the mornings, I choose carefully. If I am staying in, I might select something large and enveloping a square so wide it can drape over my shoulders, falling like a shawl. Sometimes I wrap it turban style, tucking the ends neatly, letting the fabric build a quiet crown around my head. Other times, I let it hang loose, a triangle tied under my chin, like something out of an old photograph.

When I go out rarely, but more often than I used to, I choose patterns that feel like companions rather than disguises. A muted paisley. A soft, vintage floral. Nothing too bold, but never apologetic.

People look, of course. Some with curiosity, some with confusion. A few with kindness. I have learned to endure the rest. At sixty five, you realize that most people are too occupied with their own reflections to truly see yours.

At home, the scarves become more than adornment. They are utility, yes sleep caps, shoulder wraps, even something to tie around a bag handle for a touch of colour. But they are also comfort. When I feel the weight of years pressing too hard, I wrap one around my shoulders and sit by the window.

The satin catches the light differently at every hour. Morning makes it glow. Afternoon sharpens its sheen. Evening turns it into something softer, almost like memory.

Sometimes I run the fabric between my fingers, back and forth, feeling its smooth resistance, the way it refuses to snag or cling. It reminds me that gentleness can be strong. That something soft can endure.

I have more than I need. I know that. A drawer full, a chest full, a small collection that borders on obsession. There are handmade ones, with careful stitching at the edges. Reversible ones, satin on both sides, offering two moods in one piece. Silk feel ones that mimic luxury so well it hardly matters that they are not the real thing.

Each has a story, or at least a feeling attached to it. This one for sleepless nights. That one for quiet afternoons. Another for the rare courage of stepping outside as I am.

I do not pretend that a headscarf changes everything. The world is still the world. My body is still heavy, my steps still slow, my past still filled with compromises I cannot undo.

But when I tie that satin around my head, something aligns.

The fabric smooths not just my hair, but something deeper something that has always been frayed. It holds me, gently but firmly, in a shape that feels right.

And for a little while, that is enough.

First time outside in my dress, felt good,

Love dressing so much

Love dressing so much

It’s been a while.
I love wearing cute pink sissy dresses.

#sissy #sissydress #pink

Stuck in a hotel room in Croydon of all places, and on my own.
Able to dress and drink wine but ffs where did all go wrong

Just a little Saturday dress up x
#skirt #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Love dressing

Im so in love with the dress! I don't want to take it off!its made of beautiful raw silk

Oh my! It feels so good to be in the dress again,i have an hour with it!

It’s been 46 days since my last dress but who’s counting

Love this dress/tights/shoes combo. Shame it's not a better picture.

This is so me if i was transported back to the victorian era,all those beautiful dresses mmmm

Its amazing to see my dress in ai,i would be so embarrassed if i was caught wearing it with my hooped petticoat but i must have an old soul loving these dresses that i own

Lovely day yesterday. Had a massage with a cross dresser-erotic and satisfying-which, in my opinion also applies to this lovely photo!

I thought of a kinky game.

Basically, you and the sexual partner of your choice have 1 dress between you. Whoever is currently wearing the dress (you constantly swap…) takes it from the other one.

You’re both wearing some form of ladies shoe constantly.

Can someone think of a name for this act of sexual depravity??

Afternoon girls, finally had time dress up

Plug in my nail on my heels and lungrie my short skirt and blouse just got to do my makeup and put my hair on, I just love to dress gurly, all I need now is something to play with yeah a hard member inside my mouth and then virgin hole xxx

Your thoughts on this dress?

A little dress up in my outfit feeling naughty x
#skirt #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

My new red dress and lingerie Hope you like

Got my new shoes today. Tried them on with fashion tights and simple black dress-and had to do some upskirts of me just to be fair to those others that I like posting

Omg! Imagining I was caught sleeping in my favourite dress!

My favourite beautiful enormous vintage bridesmaid dresses!

My favourite beautiful dress in another ai video,im trying to imagine what i would be like outside in the dress if i was caught,plus if i was wearing the wig,shoes,tights,hooped petticoat and make up 🫣

Been off for a while, not feeling so. Today, Im off out walking, fresh air, shorts, commando, then coming back for some dressing up. In the mnood today, little clitty is in the mood also

Hey there Girls! How's y'all doing?
So I haven't been on here in a little while... I've been too busy turning 40, going on a cruise with my amazing partner and getting my own IRL Business off the ground. Exciting times!!!

I've been meaning for ages to jump back on here and keep my journey going, hopefully I can now a bit more. I've missed you! Well...some off you...maybe?

Here are a few more from my dress-sesh from last month, which seems so long ago now.
Was I on my 3rd bottle of wine here? I dunno (I'm sure I only bought two), but at this point I think I realized my bum looked pretty good in this skirt so was bending over a LOT more! Make of that what you will

Send some love or a comment if you like 'em. Hopefully I can be more active now...got some exciting things to post soon!
Much Love,
Rhiann
#crossdresser #crossdressing #miniskirt #femboy

I’m in love with my new dress

Its been a long time since i got a moment to dress up. feels so good

Dressed in lingerie ready for deliveries x

Dressing is heaven . Do I look good??? Xx

Definitely so me and that is my actual dress

This would so be me in the dress that i love so much,panicking so much

Don't make ai but i love the fact i can do this with my favourite dress

Me in my new dresses with a bit of help from chatgbt

Good morning my dears! Anyone getting a chance to crossdress today?

Just bought this dress from amazon

New dress....old heels

looking for young cross dresser
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Just woke up at stupid o'clock way too early and thought I'd take this photo outside my patio doors before the neighbors all wake up and look out of their bedroom windows to see the sissy crossdresser out in his/her garden.

I forgot how much i love this dress!

So nice to be able to dress again, its been a while

Afternoon everyone hope you're having a wonderful weekend
Bought this dress and sandals yesterday perfect for family bbq this afternoon

From the previous post of "Sunday morning, off out to church, what to wear? Shirt and tie, sensible trousers and shoes or full blown sissy crossdresser with satin and silks in a long flowing gown? What would the Pastor advise?" Hey if the Pastor can wear a Liturgical long robe and vestments, why can't I wear my Spring finery?

Sunday morning, off out to church, what to wear? Shirt and tie, sensible trousers and shoes or full blown sissy crossdresser with satin and silks in a long flowing gown? What would the Pastor advise?

Loving to see the sunshine and I’m loving my new longer dress different style from usual but I just love it x Only problem is that it does have a tendency to ride up as you walk!

Love this dress, so tight x

Feeling really kinky this morning dressed up x x
#latexskirt #lacepetticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

A MaleToFemale (MTF) Photographic Studio Visual.
Becoming Femme and Feminizing as my alter ego model Valentina Valentine.
Hair & Make-Up ready.
Love the skin you’re in.
Being androgynous is not a sin.
Please enjoy. Comments are always welcome.

#transfluid #femboy #mtftransition #femboycosplay #maletofemale #crossdresserslut #crossdressermodel #crossdressing #crossdresser #femboylegs #femboyheaven #transworld #justcrossdressers #transpinupgirl #Androgyny #femmeworld #pridemonth