why has this person got so many friends and replies when they are posting cis females and ones that are in the armed forces? I've asked them the question but doubt will get a reply from a scammer

Back to the sea - my body in a great looking swimsuit. AI enhanced background - but really is me in the suit. I do love the beach. Will be in Florida nextweek with a chance to take some great on the beach photos. 🥰 Added - I went clothing shopping today. I got two new womens jeans and a new bikini along with Christmas gifts. I tried a couple of mens jeans on that were a size i used to be able to fit into but i could not squeese my hips in them. The womens jeans were levis and they fitted perfectly. The bikini is beautiful, Bleu Ron Beattie brad. Size C+ - just a bit large for me - but with a pair of slip in inserts it too should fit good. I also got some new perfume. Si Giorgio Armani. Was a fun day🥰

Heels off Vinted delivered today. Brand new for a tenner!🥳 Love the colour and that they are just so girly 🥰

I had a dream a few nights ago. Stranded on an island with a dozen men. Among the things that surived the shipwreck was a trunk full of womens clothing and cosmetics. I tried on every item and they were all in my size. For three days i was treated like a lady, then ???? This photo is a reimagining of what the dream could have been about - pirates or could have been regular sailors. ------ another subject - i have some great wedding photos - but i am looking for a top who might want to reimagin with me as my groom. Any takers? 🥰

Kate's first talk to woman... Kate visited a vigil for the trans people the victims of hate And then finaly had real shopping and little talk with saleswomen who perhaps was just kind and professional. Most people never care Kate takes tube.Some notice with a look , look of disappointment or sarcasm. Well they are also helping Kate to improve. First shoping was a bunch of books I still wonder why young shy saleslady was so kind to me , I have not felt sign if she noticed that Kate was Allien...

Shameless ... They call me shameless Shameless Kate Who's wildly walk the street Who has no skirt over her tights And bluches cheeks in pink... Yes I am walking Simply sans Sans shame And sans barriers... Some men are trying Steeet romance To offer one night Stand... And women put sad eyes away To hide some interest... Kate lost her touch She lost her taste And often She's madly strange ... Kate came to Earth from Io's space... One Fairy Lady asked me once What I have lost in past I answered I lost my pants My dress and wish to Love... She whispered me known words My Granny taught to me once: "You're Allien My dear girl And this is Pure fact... Word "boy" was only Coverup to hide your roots and past ... Remember Io Little girl The only place with Love... And if the acid rain begins Get rid of cotton dress And stay in tights However think With anger or impressed... ... Until you learn To hide your Love Be opened and undressed And never mind What other think... They are no interest... My little girl It's worth to fall To learn how Nice is flight... And when you landed Loosing skirt Just walk Not shy With pride... You're never looking For Earth sex It's hard to find true Love Just walk, Don't look aside or back Just walk your own Path...

Tht was my fave thing bout twitter. Dms ov men sayin theyd destroy me. I can take 2 dicks n almost my fist. Wat can u do 2 destroy me lmaoooo

Here's some pics of me playing in the garage, almost got busted once, I was so scared, someone came out into the garage to put something in the recycle bin, I ducked down behind the car, wearing a dress and panties, luckily they went back in, I quickly took the dress off and put my pants on and went in the house and said, hello.

Anyone had these leggings off shein are they any good before I go buy them x

CdKrissieroqs has been given fair warning as they been posting cis women pics. though a year back their pics look genuine. asked that the women's pics are removed as they are fake. will see what happens

love it when checking scammers profiles out and then they send a friends request. Only for me to find they are not available cos i blocked them lol

Reported S_k_y These images are stollen from Lauren Smith, posted on another site. This is a scammer, like many others on here, organised to suck you in! They are only after your identity, money, and anything else they can get to leave you in the shite!! 😡😡😡

I know its bad enough with fake ID's, images and scammers but some of you need some help. Here's one solution below 🤣 Best to be cautious and block than not. If they are so perfect and look like a SHE then its highly likely that's the case. My blocks must be at least 95%. And remember don't give away any personal information especially in a public feed. Only and only after 5 years of talking should you give them your phone number or email lol AND in IM too. ID theft can easily add up. Name, email address (with your domain name at the end), location, and so on. People will gather info and try and pull your ID together to be abused. Remember when young your parents would say don't talk to strangers. And now you are grown up you go and do it. Good grief.

I don't know if this will be of interest; most people probably already know this. There are many ways to determine your skin undertone. The easiest way is to look at the color of the veins on your wrists. If they're blue, you definitely have a cool undertone. If they're green or purple, you have a warm undertone. If the color is indeterminate, or if the veins on your wrists are one color and on your creases another, you have a neutral undertone. I hope this will be interesting to some. Gold or silver, or reference colors, are also used, but that's the easiest way.

I have some new red heels 👠👠for my collection, you think they are sexy ?😍😍

Another weekend draws to a close. they're certainly flying by. Hope everyone had a great one! 💕

Just ordered these can’t wait till they come ❤️❤️❤️

I say I am not a sissy, but I do love playing the part, and happily do, the is liberty in a collar and leash. It's also nice to fulfill a sissy fantasy for someone who lusts you and wishes they had more hands over you. Or pulling my hair as I am impaled 😻

The Amazon men were nice they carried my package to the door :) there was another truck that met up with them on my street I locked eyes with the younger guy while being in my bra wig using my dildo.

I had a really busy week, so today - FRIDAY I needed relax and went shopping. I wanted to buy gym leggings, to show GemSta how a nice ass really looks like 😊. Haven’t found anything nice and black, but spotted nice, black and regular jeans. Of course, I was wearing g-string as usually. I went to the changing room with several cabinets with curtains. It was just jeans, I was listening music on my headphones (Måneskin - "I Wanna Be Your Slave. Live – it is so much better that studio version, and the bass guitar girl….OMG) not paying any attention to what is happening and did not close the curtains entirely. I took off my old jeans, bent over and then glimpsed with the corner of my eye that some people stares at me….. . Mother and father waiting for their kid. As you may have guested correctly It turned me on, obviously (life is not easy), but I can swear, I saw it in their eyes ….. they will go wild tonight! The obvious morale of the story is……. Not every superhero wears a cape! (So I took mine off, as you may see on the attached picture😊). Enjoy the weekend!

Good morning. 💋The leather look came about spontaneously, at the request of some men who wanted to be dominated. They insisted on wearing this look, but when I put it together, they all vanished. 😅Probably because I have virtually no experience with domination, and I don't particularly enjoy being in that role. But the look remains, and I'll expand on it over time. For now, I'm showing it off because I think it's my red dress, which I personally really like, but it's probably already become too familiar.😅😊

i love these drawings; they are so erotic x

me thinks Tgirlmia isn't who she says she is. stealing persons Id and trying to get people onto telegram and zangi. if you see that in anyone's profile report and block. I'm trying to get her to respond to my questions. all quiet at the moment but then you will notice all these fakes will post pics and never really reply in to comments against their pics. not only is it bad that they try to trick you but they steal someone else's ID while doing it

Patti loves to wear heels and hope they look as good as they feel, I really want to show someone how naughty I can be without heels on my feet, I hope everyone is having a wonderful day. Love you all

I rarely show photos like this. Because they usually lead to suggestions. It took me about an hour to draw the arrows here, using a stencil and not on the first try.😄 If a photo like this is unacceptable, I won't show it again, but sometimes I just feel like teasing. 😊😛

Verse 1 I walk the streets with borrowed light, A picture framed for someone’s sight. Smiles on faces, perfect and small— A thousand windows, none of them mine at all. Pre-Chorus We act the parts that others write, Hide the edges, hide the fight. Under neon, under glass, Something honest waits to pass. Chorus For all the world to see For all the world to be For all the world to love But for me Verse 2 They take our names and bill them bright, Sell us stories dressed up for night. I learn to nod, I learn to play, Forget the map that shows my way. Pre-Chorus But in a quiet corner of the day, A softer truth might find a way. A hand, a word, a light not planned— Small rebellions by an open hand. Chorus For all the world to see For all the world to be For all the world to love But for me Bridge (spoken, intimate) Not for the applause, not for the frame, Not for the headline or someone’s name. I want a place where I can stay— Tender, untidy, simply made. Verse 3 So leave a note on a porch tonight, Share your coat with someone in the cold. These little truths are how we start Turning quiet pieces into heart. Chorus (layered, aching) For all the world to see For all the world to be For all the world to love But for me Outro (fade, single whispered line) For the world to be… But for me. No

Yesterday I went for my nephew’s birthday party. As usual I wore g-string under my regular jeans. The party was for the family so all my close relatives were there. At some point the discussion started about wearing the string and hot it is not conformable etc. I was silence, just smiling and nodding, but each and every time aunt, uncle or whoever glanced at me or We got an eye contact I heard the voice in my head THEY KNOW, YOU CAN NOT HIDE, THEY ALL KOW. SHAME. SHAME. As you might have guested it…….. turned me on (not aunts nor uncles for those curious!). The obvious morale of this story is that what a relief that, with all the masks and pretends, it’s good to know that our brain does not limit you… Picture is unrelated, posted just to bring more attention to the story😊

Everything you people get from the news is a lie. Donald Trump hasn't done anything to anybody. Besides, what kind of a man would vote for a woman as executive chief of the military? We never had fakes news until we had a fake president. Anyhow, it's been a year since I was in jail and lost my entire wardrobe, makeup, and shoes. Nothing's been right since then. Everybody else is getting hotter while I'm left far far behind in the competition. I'm not late. It's just that I'm in competition with self-absorbed narcissistic men who really aren't worthy of the spiteful admiration they receive. I know of plenty of self centered hetero men who deserve equally dreadful fates as legit trans women. Oh, and it'll be almost 8 months since I began hrt. I believe my body is rejecting it and my outward male appearance is too dominant for serious feminine changes. Oh well. The world is cruel. An eye for an eye. I know exactly who deserves my jealous revenge. Nobody deserves to feel safe.

Hope they are ok xx

Stockings or tights? I do like black stockings but they are a bloody faff.

Teaser - Girl friends. I think you will find the next photos I post to be truely amazing. They will be me 10+ years ago at 137 pounds. My lowest weight since HS. Problem is it took me an entire year to lose the weight and only about 6 months to regain most of it back. Because I run and swim a lot it is hard for me to diet so much and still have energy to do those activities. More Tomorrow. 🥰

sorry booboo (thought you wont be able to read this) but I've blocked you. too much exposure going on even if you are wearing girl clothes they are too shear to hide anything

Black Friday they said, so I did.

Cross-dressing allows individuals to explore and express different facets of their personality and identity that they may not be able to in their everyday lives due to societal expectations. This can lead to a greater sense of honesty and congruency with their inner feelings, helping them to feel more complete and authentic.

Bad luck the whole day. With all the excitement my stockings let go. They were my favourite, had them for years..... Well I have excuse to buy another pair with clear conscience :).

I love this skimpy t-shirt and blue cardigan, especially when they are combined with a denim skirt & my favourite boots 😁

Greetings to you, my dear sisters. And to you, Admirers. I wanted to tell you a little about myself. I started crossdressing relatively recently, about five years ago. I'd been wanting to do it for a while, of course, but I only got around to trying it recently. What did it give me? Well, it motivated me to lose weight, from 130 kg to 78, although my body is still not perfect; my body fat percentage is excessive, in my opinion, and such a significant weight loss couldn't help but negatively impact both my face and body. I also began to better understand women and how they think. When you look at yourself in a dress in the mirror and realize it doesn't suit your figure or the color... Oh yes, now the thoughts of women in the same situation are much clearer.🙂 I've discovered things men don't think about, like how to determine my body type to match it with clothes, my face type to match a wig, my skin tone and undertone to choose the right makeup colors, my overall complexion, and its level of contrast, which helps me choose clothing colors. I'm really interested in exploring all of this. Of course, I'm not perfect at everything. I'm not very good at makeup; for example, I'm still working on my body despite having suffered numerous injuries. Losing weight isn't always a good thing; it exposes problems I never even suspected. 🤔Sometimes my looks look a bit slutty, my wardrobe isn't very large, and I can't find shoes in the right size. I also have to hide my hobbies, like hiding my face in photos, because I get more negativity and threats from the world than positive ones.🤐 But at the same time, there's a sense of harmony and inner peace when I have the rare opportunity to transform myself, even if only temporarily.☺️ My English isn't very good, I use an online translator, and the text may be a bit awkward, so please excuse me. Kisses to you all, sisters, wherever you are.😚😙😚💝

I dream of safely leaving the house dressed up, especially if a stranger finds out about me and it excited them. I dressed as snow white one Halloween "for a laugh" and went to a party where a couple of men I knew " jokingly" groped my butt and legs and I fell down a rabbit hole and I never got out, Iwonder if they were as aware of my growing lump in my panties as I was of there's in rheir jeans, Iand still love to be groped 😅😻

Lonely cold.nights in Cumbria, I need a bed buddy to warm me up if they don't mind me rubbing against them 😹😻

Well what can i say. Evri "bit as usless as they've always been" has lost my parcel. So no new shoes for me, Just a refund. 🥹😢

Hey sweets, I wanted to open up and share something real with you—something raw, honest, and close to the bone. If any of this resonates with you, if you’ve ever felt the same hunger, the same questions, the same ache—I’d love to hear from you. You're not alone. Leave a comment, share your truth. With all my heart (and a few kisses), I’ve hated my dick for as long as I can remember—not just for how it looks or what it symbolizes, but for how it keeps me tethered to a version of myself that never felt real. It’s not that I want to erase my body—I just want it to feel like mine. I want softness. Curves. A place to be entered, to be held, to be loved in a way that matches how I feel inside. I want to be her. And in many ways, I already am. I haven’t transitioned. Maybe I never will. But I live in the space between genders like it’s home. Most people have no idea. They see what I let them see. But under my clothes, I’m wrapped in the truth of who I am—lace panties, a matching bra, delicate straps across my chest, sometimes a garter if I need to feel extra pretty that day. It’s not just for arousal. It’s for survival. And always, always, I wear my prosthetic. My fake pussy. My secret salvation. It’s made of silicone—soft, skinlike, shaped just right. The slit is subtle but perfect. There's a hole you can enter, if you know how to treat me. When I slip it on and feel my cock tucked away, my heart slows. My body goes quiet. I look down and see smoothness, femininity, me. Not a fantasy—reality. My reality. I wear it all the time. Not just for sex, not just when I’m alone. It’s part of my daily ritual, part of how I make peace with a body that’s caught between what it is and what I wish it could be. It keeps me close to her—the woman I am when no one’s looking, and sometimes even when they are. Most lovers don’t know how to handle that part of me. They want either a woman or a man, and I’m both and neither. But some—some—see me. They touch me with reverence. They kiss my neck like it’s sacred. They press against the silicone, kiss me through it, call me beautiful. And when they slide inside that prosthetic slit, I feel... loved. Not just fucked. Chosen. Other times, they want what I hide. They pull down my panties and take me as I am. My ass becomes my pussy. They call my cock a girl cock, and I let them, because in those moments it belongs to the version of me who still needs to be worshipped, still deserves to be adored. There's no shame in it. I’m done apologizing for the way I live in my body. But the most powerful moments are the quiet ones—alone, silk between my thighs, hips swaying as I move through the world with my little secret pressed tight against me. The prosthetic warms to my skin. I forget it’s there, and yet I’m constantly aware of it. It doesn’t just hide what I hate. It shows me who I am. Every soft curve, every subtle line—it’s mine. I’ve had men fall in love with me through it. Not just because of how I look, but how I let them in. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. When I let a man undress me slowly, kiss down my stomach, slip his fingers over that smooth slit... he doesn’t just touch silicone. He touches me. He touches the part of me that’s always been waiting to be seen. And when he enters me there, when he moves inside me through that perfect opening, I close my eyes and feel a kind of peace I’ve never known. A feeling that says, This is what it means to be wanted. This is what it means to be a woman. This is what it means to be loved in the body you’ve built for yourself, on your terms. It’s not a costume. It’s not pretend. It’s truth, wrapped in silicone and lingerie and longing. And it’s beautiful. More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/ #crossdresser #sissy #sissyboy #crossdressers #sissies #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #femman #femboys #crossdressing #gurl #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #tgirl #gay #lgbtq #nsfw #adultsonly #adultcontent

Patti loves her dresses and heels, but as most girls I want to go shopping for more, I love very short dresses and skirts, I love trying on new heels. They make me feel so feminine, Patti wants everybody on here to know she thinks you’ll are beautiful sweet and amazing girls and hopes you all are having a wonderful day of night

So who looks forward to Halloween knowing they can go out dressed like a girl and no one will say anything. I did in my teens, felt so good being out in a pair of tights, skirt and heels. Xx

Boohoo said on it's website two and a half inch heels, got them and they're four inch! Oh well....😃

Good evening sweets! I'm off to work. But thought I'd leave you with a story. More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/ #crossdresser #sissy #sissyboy #crossdressers #sissies #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #femman #femboys #crossdressing #gurl #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #tgirl #gay #lgbtq #nsfw #adultsonly #adultcontent Chrissy on the Hillcrest Bus The bus hissed as it opened its doors on University Avenue, right in the heart of Hillcrest, San Diego’s famous gay neighborhood. I climbed aboard, heart racing a little faster than usual. On the outside I was in my “boy clothes” — plain pants, a simple shirt — but underneath I was my secret self: Chrissy Marie Tunnell. Pink floral panties hugged my smooth hips, a matching bra cupped my chest, and tiny flashes of trans-colored jewelry — a ring, a dangling earring — shimmered in the afternoon light. I wasn’t fully comfortable living openly as a girl yet, but I loved leaving little clues for anyone observant enough to notice. As I walked down the aisle, I felt eyes on me. One man’s gaze dropped to where the pink waistband of my panties peeked above my pants. Another tilted his head just enough to catch the faint outline of my bra straps beneath the thin cotton of my shirt. My jewelry glinted when the bus jolted, and I knew they’d seen the colors. Their eyes followed me hungrily as I slid into a seat halfway down. Even the bus driver, watching through the mirror, licked his lips and adjusted in his chair. “Hey…” one man finally said, his voice a mix of awe and lust. “You’re Chrissy… the trans model, aren’t you?” My cheeks burned, but I gave a shy smile. “Yes.” A low whistle came from the back. “Damn. You should take those clothes off.” I laughed nervously, shaking my head. “I can’t here…” Then the driver’s voice, gravelly but warm, floated down the aisle: “It’s okay. I won’t say anything.” His eyes met mine in the mirror, daring me. A shiver ran through me. My body trembled with a mix of nerves and arousal as I stood up slowly, the bus swaying beneath my feet. I grabbed the metal pole for balance, slipped off my shirt one button at a time, and slid my pants down my thighs. Gasps and murmurs spread as I revealed my pink bra and panties, smooth legs, and the bulge already straining with need. “Goddamn…” someone whispered. I posed for them, turning so they could see the curve of my ass, bending just enough to make my cheeks round and full under the thin fabric. I arched my back, running my hands down my torso, teasing myself for their eyes. The air hummed with catcalls and whistles, every sound feeding my arousal. I felt powerful. Desired. Exposed. The driver adjusted his mirror again, his eyes glued to me. My cock twitched inside my panties, leaking, the wet spot spreading. A chorus of moans and encouragement filled the bus as I spread my legs, cupped myself through the silky fabric, and let them watch my face flush and my chest rise and fall with each deep breath. I was their show, their Chrissy, their secret goddess on wheels. Chrissy’s Bus Show – The Climax The bus swayed along the road, but I barely noticed. Every set of eyes was on me — hungry, wide, devouring. I stood in the aisle in nothing but my pink floral bra and panties, my smooth skin glistening under the fluorescent lights, my cock straining the damp satin. “Do it, Chrissy,” someone whispered, voice husky with need. “Yes… show us,” another begged. The encouragement hit me like waves of heat. I hooked my thumbs under the band of my panties, tugged them tight against my bulge, and let out a trembling gasp. My cock pulsed, the wet spot spreading. The riders groaned, some openly rubbing themselves as they watched. I spread my legs wider, arched my back, and cupped myself through the silky fabric. The friction was maddening. My hips bucked, the panties darkening with each spurt of precum. “God, look at you,” the bus driver moaned from the mirror, his knuckles white on the wheel. The passengers cheered me on, clapping, catcalling, shouting my name. “Chrissy! Chrissy!” I slid one hand up my chest, over my flat stomach, to my bra — tugging at the cups, making my nipples stand hard under the lace. My other hand rubbed furiously over the soaked bulge, grinding, stroking, teasing myself to the edge. The entire bus rocked with my moans. My thighs quivered, my lips parted, sweat dripping down my temples. I was lost in it, lost in them, lost in the rush of being seen. Then it hit. “Ahhh—!” My body seized, cock jerking uncontrollably as I came hard in my panties. Hot, sticky release poured out, soaking the pink fabric, running down my thighs. Gasps and cheers filled the air, some passengers clapping, others moaning with me as if they’d climaxed, too. (continued in comments below): -Chrissy