Selfish cow gave this dress away to her mate…..

Talks to Sappho
( 1. Invitation )

I met Sappho
I talked
To her
So long
So long ago
She told me
You are girl of dream
Why do you look
For boy
When it is not
What You're for
Please Darling
Undestand
Why you don't let
Be just yourself
With feelings
Touch
So tend...
So tenderly
Why dont you come
To me one night
To feel ...?
That my Love's right....
No need be straight
When passions will lead...

I just confessed
I'm too afraid
To wear white short dress
She whispered
No need for veil
Night is to be undressed.
I burn all pale pink and red
My heart was beating strong...
I answered
Her with all hope
I ll come, please teach my
Tongue

She looked with
Passion and lust
And touched
My Lotus...
Touched it straight
And whispered.
I need your light
Your touch
Your carress
All my loss
I wait you
Tenderly
In night
Come
Find me
On Lesbos...

Hi all how is everyone this morning xo

#hi #crossdresser #cd #fam #morning #sissy #sub #love

Today's dressing fun xx

Hot night
#Crossdresser #Crossdressing #Lingerie #Highheels #Wig #Bigass

Seriously! Some of you ladies need to get out there and show yourselves off, you look great honestly, there are loads of events every month, to mix with other cross dressers, life is too short, xx

Can anyone recommend a good and active crossdressing site?

Good afternoon ladies hope your all well .
Can't wait until my wife goes to work at 6 pm i will be able to crossdress and be my feminine self.

Hi im new to site and am seekijg an admirer or crossdresser etc to talk or meet. Must be Bristol or South Wales

I get a real kick from dressing under my work clothes. For the first time today I've included stockings xxx

Done a little dress up in my outfit x
#circleskirt #petticoats #stockings #suspenders #highheels

New very amateur and nervous wannabe crossdresser

Always good to be dressed in satin

Hey, been travelling for a bit but home now. So good to be dressed up again, missed you all xx

Hey it's actually a bit chilly today and raining. Here's some more of the photo shoot I did yesterday... I love this dress and I love my coffee lolol, but most of all, I love you all

Just new pic
#Crossdresser #Crossdressing #Blackdress #Wig #Blacklingerie
#Faketits

Took some more pictures of my favourite dress at the moment. I also bought something else today that I'll showoff soon

Wish I was dressed

My next petticoat dressup soon now it’s got a bit cooler x
#petticoats

Touch...

Gentle touch
To my tired neck
Touch
Of fingers
Then palms
Then lips...
I 'll forget
I'll forever forget
Who you were
Who you are
Why we met...
Yes you opend
My hidden door
And your fingers
Will find pearl
On floor
When my dress
Will so suddenly
Fall
You will see
I am innocent girl...

me having a night dressed

My Gloriously Unfashionable Satin Dress

Dear Diary,

I have to admit, the moment I saw this dress, I knew it was absolutely, gloriously unfashionable and that was precisely what appealed to me.

It is an enormous, flowing satin dress in a creamy ivory shade, covered from neckline to hem with clusters of blue, lavender and purple flowers. The satin catches the light beautifully, producing those unmistakable glossy highlights that make the fabric look almost liquid. Every movement creates another shimmer.

The cut is wonderfully excessive. It has long, voluminous sleeves gathered at the wrists and a high, almost demure neckline. There isn't a hint of anything fitted or fashionable about it. Instead, the fabric simply falls generously from my shoulders, creating what can only be described as a magnificent satin tent.

The skirt reaches all the way to my ankles and seems to have enough material for two dresses. When I stand still, it hangs heavily around me when I move, the satin swishes and ripples, making the whole thing feel wonderfully theatrical.

And those flowers! They are everywhere little blue blossoms mixed with larger purple flowers and delicate sprays of foliage. The pattern is almost comically old fashioned, exactly the sort of thing someone might once have described as "very tasteful" while everyone else quietly wondered what on earth they were thinking.

I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't help smiling. It is not slimming. It is not sleek. It is certainly not modern. If anything, it makes me look even larger and more enveloped in fabric.

But perhaps that is its charm.

There is something wonderfully liberating about wearing something that makes absolutely no attempt to flatter the figure. It simply says, Here I am, surrounded by yards and yards of shiny floral satin, and I couldn't care less about fashion.

Tonight, I think I'll enjoy every ridiculous, magnificent inch of it.

What a dress. What a tent. What a gloriously unfashionable thing to wear.

And somehow, I absolutely love it.

Had quite a nice day today. Got the chance to dress In some clothes I like and go into the garden...my goodness it felt so good to feel the breeze playing with my hair and dress... it's made me hungry for more lolol luv you all you absolutely beautiful people and my friends.

Why do black stockings, bra and knickers, a naughty little black dress always encourage the big girl in me xx

All dressed and being the real me in my happy place xx

Just relaxing after work
#Crossdresser #Crossdressing #Highheels #Lingerie #Wig #Relaxing

Hi everyone. I don't do much these days. Busy life. Once in a while have myself me time playing dress up. keep my feminine self happy before she throws emotional tantrums . So I did last Sunday.

Dressed up I feel horny x
#skirt #petticoats #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Feeling naughty🫣
I made a lil video & everything

#toys #crossdresser #cd #fem #sissy #video #sub

Hiya everyone, I’m back from holiday, feeling great. Now for a dress up.

The morning began with a question that, on the face of it, was utterly trivial.

I stood in my bedroom, a sixty five year old widower who had long ago discovered that life could become surprisingly interesting when you stopped worrying quite so much about what other people thought. Across the bed lay two nightgowns.

One was pink, soft and playful. The other was black satin elegant, glossy and just a little dramatic. Beside them were the headscarves that completed each outfit.

eBay had informed me that the postman was due that morning with my latest purchase.

Normally, that wouldn't have required a second thought. I would have thrown on whatever clothes were nearest, opened the door, collected the post and carried on with my day.

But I am a crossdresser, and over the years I had learned that choosing what to wear could sometimes be part of the pleasure itself. Since becoming widowed, those little private rituals had become even more important to me. There was nobody to impress and nobody to answer to. My clothes were simply one of the ways I expressed myself.

That morning, however, I couldn't decide.

So I asked Grok a rather more important question than it probably deserved.

Should I wear the black satin nightgown and headscarf to greet the postman, or should I wear the pink?

The answer came back quickly.

Black.

Grok's reasoning was surprisingly convincing. Black satin, it suggested, looked intentional and put together. Pink was softer and perhaps a little more playful, whereas the black gave the impression that I had actually chosen my outfit rather than simply wandered downstairs half asleep.

The satin would catch the morning light, while the headscarf would bring everything together.

I stared at the black nightgown.

"Well," I said aloud, "apparently we're going for elegant this morning."

I slipped it on.

The satin settled against me with that familiar coolness I loved, and I carefully tied the headscarf around my hair. Then I stood in front of the mirror.

Grok had a point.

There was something wonderfully satisfying about the combination. I didn't look as though I had spent hours getting ready, but neither did I look as though I had forgotten that the outside world existed.

I smiled at my reflection.

"Sixty five," I murmured. "Widowed, retired from worrying about everybody else's opinions, and apparently dressed in black satin to answer the front door."

I laughed to myself.

Then I went downstairs and prepared a pot of tea.

There was something faintly ridiculous about the situation. Here I was, dressed in a glossy black satin nightgown and headscarf, standing in my kitchen listening for the sound of a postal van.

Eventually, I heard it.

The familiar rumble outside was followed by footsteps approaching the front door.

For one brief moment, I wondered whether I'd made the wrong decision.

Perhaps pink would have been less conspicuous.

Perhaps black satin was a little too theatrical for an encounter that would probably last fifteen seconds.

Then came the knock.

I took a breath.

"Normal morning energy," I reminded myself.

I opened the door.

"Morning," the postman said.

"Morning."

He handed me the letters.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Have a good day."

"You too."

And that was it.

The door closed.

I stood there for a moment, looking down at the envelopes in my hand.

The great sartorial crisis was over.

Nobody had fainted. Nobody had called the fashion police. The earth had continued turning.

I burst out laughing.

All that deliberation over black versus pink, and the entire encounter had lasted barely half a minute.

But perhaps that was precisely the point.

At sixty five, after losing my wife and finding myself living a life that was quieter and more private than the one I had once imagined, I had come to appreciate the little decisions.

Sometimes they mattered precisely because they were mine to make.

There was no great occasion. No audience. No requirement that I dress one way rather than another. I wasn't trying to make a statement to anyone.

I simply wanted to wear the black satin.

So I did.

I carried my tea into the sitting room, still smiling.

My late wife had always known that there was a slightly eccentric streak in me. She had seen sides of me that I had once been afraid to show the rest of the world. Since her death, learning to live honestly with myself had become one of the unexpected journeys of widowhood.

Being a crossdresser wasn't something I needed to apologise for.

It was simply part of me.

And on that quiet morning, standing in my sitting room with my tea, my letters and the soft rustle of satin whenever I moved, I felt strangely content.

"Grok," I thought, smiling to myself, "you were right."

The black had been the stronger choice.

And, for once, I was quite happy to take the advice of an artificial intelligence on matters of morning fashion.

Love a dress stockings and heels.

Dress up the other day in Manchester naughty ones available on request

I miss wearing this lovely dress on a Monday morning when i had more time it was so fun and relaxing

Morning everyone! I got a little bit of time with my lovely dresses earlier! Oohhhhhhhhh i love them and its lovely to feel the enormous full skirt on the green dress oohhhhhhh!

Dressed all day xx

I will say it again! I am not a full time cross dresser (secret cross dresser that is) like most of us on here, and am not sure why I get the urge to dress!!! But when I do get that urge it’s a wonderful feeling

Talk to my half

I fall in Love
With single tree
He promised
He confessed
Without words
But I just felt
His passion
By his chest.
Next date
In autumn.
Orange dress...
He promised
His with mine.
I wish
An Orange Dance
With him
So silent
Magic
Shy...

Spending the night at a lovely, old hotel near Balmoral Castle. I wish I was wearing expensive lingerie under a cocktail dress and being wined and dined before being tied to the brass bedstead with silk scarves !

How do you change e mail address

Enyoy in Sunday
#Crossdresser #Crossdressing #Wig #Highheels #Lingerie

My friend Robert/a wanted to try on a dress and corselette with a selection of wigs and makeup, of course the Charity Shop Ladies were happy to oblige. From a quiet bald and bespectacled gentleman to a satin diva in one memorable afternoon he won't forget in a long time.

Did a little dress up this morning x am very fruity for some reason x
#skirt #petticoats #stockings #suspenders #highheels

a few years ago i worked in a warehouse and one morning it was freezing -6 degrees, so i wore my insulated coveralls, well,,, i had a great idea, i wore a silky pink dress and panties, garter belt, stockings and bra underneath my coveralls and went to work, it was so cold they shut the warehouse down and we all went home early, i was driving home in my dress and panties, etc and i ran out of gas, i put my coveralls back on and got out of my truck to get a gas can and walk to the next exit and get some gas, just then a state patrol car pulls up behind me, he says what's the problem, i said im out of gas, he said jump in ill take you to the gas station, i never thought id be in the front seat of a state patrol car wearing a pink silky dress and panties and bra, garter belt and stockings but there i was, on the way he said you look pretty warm in those coveralls you can take them off you want, i said im fine, he dropped me off at my truck and i drove away, it was quite the experience, crazy as it is, i have more stories like that, that i will share

Veil-Fail ...

I told him honestly
Black shortsdress
And no Veil
He never thought
How serious I was
I came in black and orange
Wedding failed
They shouted
You re mad
Enough
He left
He could not understand
That no white dress
For me is right to wear
And when me
Put to that
The
very end
I said him yes
In black
He left...

White dress
white veil
Innosense in lie
I could not
Do it
Please don't try
...

New dress and heels feel sexy

So how is everyone. For those that managed to see my last post, I’ve still not dressed. Been tempted, but not gone through with it. Ive been thinking and I'm actually ok with my content still being available, so feel free to check me out on youtube. I will never be ashamed of dressing up as it’s been a massive part of my life and has got me through some stressful times.

I hope you guys are all happy and continuing to do what makes you happy.

https://youtube.com/@whale_tailed?si=A19IAqtvwWFcN4li

A nice little dressup x
#latexskirt #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

The process of getting dressed is so sensual xx