I have just woke up wrapped up in our satin nightdresses, at a time before her illness made sleeping together a problem, we had matching satin pink nightdresses. Last night I pulled the suitcase down from the top of the wardrobe and laid them out on the bed. Pink Simply Be Pretty Secrets Nightdresses in lovely silky satin. Full covered shoulder to capped sleeves with lace piping and spread across the breast. Calf length satin shimmering in Pink. My wife's is regularly worn in UK size 32/34, mine is newer UK size 20/22, I liked a slimmer tight nightdress that hugged my skin, my wife wore hers two sizes bigger than her usual larger dress size to make it easier to slide around in bed. I slipped mine on and shimmied the satin down my moobs and hips to rest around my calves. My wife's was like a tent on my body, lots of voluminous extra satin material hanging loose. The double layer feeling of all the satin was wonderful and I admit the erection had to be contained within a condom because pre cum started instantly. I lay on the bed and was overcome with both longing and grief, I laid there on the bed with tears in my eyes and sobbing in my chest. When I had calmed down the sensual aspect of the double layer satin took over and led to the inevitable masturbation. Physically and emotionally I was drained and fell asleep waking a few hours later needing to take off the condom and go to the toilet for a wee. As I walked back from the toilet to the bedroom the satin reminded me of our sensuality and our love. Wrapped in the double layer of satin underneath the quilt I felt comforted and slept deep until this morning. For me this needs to become my new deeply tender and bittersweet mourning ritual, one that holds both the sharp pain of loss and the soft warmth of memory all at once. Wearing her nightdress over mine, letting all that extra satin envelop me like a tent, felt almost like being held by her again. The way the fabric moved, the shimmer, the slide of it against my skin… it’s no wonder my body responded so immediately and so completely. And now I’ve found a ritual: pulling down the suitcase, laying the nightdresses side by side on the bed, slipping into both, letting the satin hold me in that bittersweet double embrace. It’s sacred because it’s mine and hers alone. It keeps the connection alive in the most embodied way possible through touch, through memory, through the very fabric we both wore against our skin when we made love, laughed, slept, lived. Grief and desire live right next to each other; one doesn’t cancel out the other. The tears, the arousal, the release, the comfort, it all belongs within my psyche. I honored her, our love, and the sensuality we shared by allowing myself to feel everything that came up. For my state of mind, there’s something sacred in keeping those satin nightdresses layered together, in pulling them out when the longing gets too heavy, in letting them carry me back to the nights when sleeping tangled together in satin was simply how life was. I'm keeping the connection alive in the most intimate, embodied way possible. I loved her totally, and I'm still loving her beautifully in my mourning.

Another new dress thigh highs and new push up bra love being able to buy new clothes. Now some naughty alone time

Its nice to know there millions of us who like to crossdress I remember when i first started i thought i was abnormal as time goes by i realised im not alone and some cd i find sexually attattractive 😜

This might sound unlikely but I was alone in the office and found this dress in a colleague’s drawer. So I had to try it on, right?

Home alone💧 #sissy #nylon #crossdressser #transgender #feminization #bas #collant #pantyhose #stocking #pied #feet #lingerie #maletofemale #sexy #fantasme #lgbt #porn #soumission #bdsm #hosiery #trough #ladyboy #gartbelt #nails💅 #tits #boob #cock

All alone...

If I Could Just Be Me Verse 1 If I could just be me I’d walk alone beneath the rain Each drop a tiny confession Washing away my pain Chorus If I could just be me If I could just be me If I could just be me If I could just be me Verse 2 If I could just be me I’d whisper secrets to the sky The stars would keep them silent No need to ask me why Chorus If I could just be me (x4) Verse 3 If I could just be me I’d tear these walls down stone by stone A voice no longer hidden A self that stands alone Bridge If I could just be me (repeat 8 times, whisper → scream) Final Chorus If I could just be me (x4)

I am feeling lonely and in heat and going to bed alone again When I wake up I hope my inbox is so full and filthy I sissygasm with my morning coffee. Sorry, can't help it, I need d**k 😹😻

I never really got into crossdressing until about 7 years ago, (I am 47) but it always in me and sometimes it would come out, Halloween especially, another reason I love that season. But looking back, one of my first memories was locking myself in my older sister's room and getting caught in her dress. I think I was born to crossdress. Now I have been single a long time and I live alone so I am free to express myself I find Cat was definitely always there, I am not one for regrets, but I wish I had set Cat free years ago, but it was a different world then. I am pleased and thankful the Cat can come out of the bag now, even if the bag is hidden in closet.

Hey guys some story time I was home alone so wanted to dress as g i r l but also was feeling so h o r n y so i took my new pair of revealing outfits wore them and got as much drunk as i could and then i took my you know the toy and did it 3 times in 3 different positions it felt so good it felt like heaven and also more drunkness added that extra icing to it that was it I think you should try it too 😉 Ok bye

Saturday morning heels and all alone ❤️❤️❤️

Absolutely love sitting here feeling all girly, wearing a bra, dress and ladies cardigan lol. I’m sure I’m not alone x

I am thinking of coming out as Bi, I would like to find someone so I can be more free to be Cat, not to live as Cat, but to have that space with someone to express her with a little help, I am sure all crossdressers will say it's not easy feminising alone. I am at a stage in my life where people who know me want me to be happy, nobody needs to know the details. Cat having a loving owner sounds good now.

Have a week alone later in November to be Nikki would love to enjoy all things girly with another cd xxx

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

Cant be the only sissy girl absolutely turned on tonight? Alone and hot!!

Sitting here alone wearing a satin thong and matching bra heels with ankle straps a black blouse with a short red Minnie skirt, I've just put on fake nails and makeup and wig, I feel so sexy, and I want someone to share the experience with, yeah would love to be submissive and be a discreet gurl for the right person xxx

🌸 Between Silk and Skin: Understanding the Line Between Crossdressing and Being Transgender By Chrissy “Maybe I’m not one or the other. Maybe I’m something in between—and that’s okay.” 🧠 What’s the Difference? When people hear “crossdresser” and “transgender,” they often picture the same thing—or get the definitions confused. But these words speak to different experiences, identities, and emotional landscapes. In simple terms: Crossdresser: A person (usually male-assigned at birth) who enjoys dressing in clothing typically associated with another gender, usually for self-expression, fun, comfort, identity exploration, or even erotic reasons. This doesn’t necessarily mean they want to live as that gender full-time. Transgender: Someone whose gender identity is different from the sex they were assigned at birth. A transgender woman was assigned male at birth but identifies as a woman—and may or may not take steps to socially, medically, or legally transition. 🩷 My Journey (So Far) I’m still figuring it all out. For most of my life, I lived as a man—because that’s what the world expected. But in quiet moments, in safe spaces, I allowed my femininity to surface. At first, I called it crossdressing. I liked how I felt in soft clothes, in cute outfits, in long hair and smooth skin. It was sensual… empowering… liberating. But it wasn’t just the clothes—it was me, underneath them. I still don’t know where I fall on the spectrum. Maybe I’m a crossdresser. Maybe I’m genderfluid. Maybe I’m a transgender woman still waiting to be born. What I do know is this: I feel most alive when I’m Chrissy. I feel most whole when I’m seen. I feel most me when I stop trying to choose sides. 🫶 A Spectrum, Not a Binary Gender is not black and white—it’s fluid, rich, and deeply personal. Some crossdressers live full, happy lives identifying as men who occasionally (or frequently) express femininity. Some transgender women started out crossdressing because it was safer than admitting the truth. Others—like me—are still discovering who they are. You might ask: Am I a crossdresser or something more? What does it mean if I like being called “she” sometimes? Do I want to be a woman or just look like one? The answer might be “yes,” “no,” “sometimes,” or “I’m not sure yet.” And all of those are valid. 💬 A Note on Shame and Freedom Growing up, I repressed my feminine side. I feared being laughed at, rejected, or labeled. I used filters to feminize my face online—not to trick anyone, but because I liked how I looked. It made me feel beautiful. For now, it’s my way of being seen. One day, I’ll do the makeup. The hair. The outfit. One day, I’ll walk outside and own her. For now, I’m just beginning. If you feel the same—if you’re navigating the space between crossdressing and being trans—you are not alone. 🎀 Final Thoughts You don’t need to rush toward a label. You don’t need to transition or explain yourself to anyone. You don’t need to choose “male” or “female” like you’re checking a box. You just need to be—whatever that means, however that looks, however long it takes. You’re not broken. You’re not confused. You’re becoming. And I’m becoming right there with you. What are your thoughts? With love, — Chrissy

A year or two ago I thought I wasn't ready yet and that's why no one appreciated me. Now I think I'm beautiful but I'm still alone.

All alone Saturday night so Nikki can parade about all night in her lingerie and heels 😍. Anyone fancy joining me for some dressing up/undressing fun online or phone or car meet 😘😘😘xxx

At home alone bored, hate wet cold days

Good morning girls im home alone all day thank goodness 😛

Laying on my bed alone and bored lol xx

In bed alone again think the wife’s trying to tell me something ?? Wish you were (all) here

Home alone and time to enjoy.

I'm dressed up and home alone, I'm a bit drunk and would love someone to cum and take advantage off me, I'm so horny xxx

Dressed up sexy and feminine, home alone and feeling horny, yeah I would love to be giving oral pleasure deep throat right now mmm

Working from home alone today, so could not resist.

I'm in St helens Merseyside and I'm fed up dressing up alone and I would love to have someone else to share the experience with xxx

Home alone

All alone this afternoon x

I'm home alone for three nights with a big box of toys and bags of clothes 🥳🥳

Off to bed after a gruelling nightshift then home alone tonight so fingers crossed you'll all have activity suggestions for me night night x x x

Home alone all dressed up and ready for a visitor 😘

So...Alone in my bed🌡️ #nylon #sissy #crossdresser #feminization # transgender

cardyman Love sitting here alone dressed x

Dressing keeps my occupied when am alone and bored lol xx

Sometimes when I'm dressed up alone and imagining my fantasies that never had the opportunity to experience it and scared of what others are thinking about me makes me runaway from myself 😖

Just coincidence but I don't seem to get messages from scammers since I call them out when I see the obvious ones. Maybe do it too if you get some and they may start to leave you alone?

Ifind myself hone alone 😱😱😱

I watched my mother and my aunts, then my sisters, I remained entangled without knowing why... then secretly alone I put them on, I must have been twelve years old, I was left breathless and since then I have never stopped I love... these are my favorites..👠👡💄💍💖😻🍑🍌👰🏼‍♀️🐩👑👑🥰🥰🥰 #hightheels #sissy 😘 #jadore 🥰👑👰🏼‍♀️💍💅👠👠👡

Off to bed alone 😩 but naked 😃

Home alone single fella in Belfast looking for fun and some excitement ffs lol😘

Some say I dress a little too revealing, imagine if me and you were alone together, what I would have on..if anything 🤭

Feeling like a victorian lady of the house,Feeling alone so would love another lady to join me for afternoon tea 💗💗🍆

Home alone all dressed up and excited anyone want to sweet talk me out of my little black knickers 😘😉😉

Laid alone, no work and no one here to stroke my sexy ass 😒