Well finishing up a rare work from home day when it’s not rained. Sun came out briefly, caught myself in a nice bit of natural light. X

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Shall I continue posting on here or start deleting my pics as it’s abit quiet ?

Just me in bunny lingerie last night.. no big deal..

Morning how is everyone today ? Don’t get many want to chat , is everyone shy I don’t bite ! Honest I just a male that likes frills come chat if you like them ! X

Was abit drunk in these pics anyways have a great day everyone

Real life......(small violins are optional!)

Applogies to friends i never have time for, i live in a small house and never can dip in and out like i use to with age verification. (bit harder to hide a laptop!)

Real life....

Dont have lots of money so never can buy the lovely clothes and lingerie i want. Charity shops and bins for me!

Real life....

Love to try make up but never have propere Nicky time.

Real life......

Spend the first 10 mins on this site reporting people showing there cocktail sticks. Fine if youve flirty and chatty in DM's but you wouldnt just show it in "Real life" you'd get arrested.

Real life.....

I love to dress it makes me happy and if people want to come along for the ride then that makes me happy too

Love to those that need it x

Gym wear next!!

What a kinky weekend, pity it’s now over. Well here’s one more from my collection, back to boring life now for a bit. Goodnight Girlies xx Linda

At the club, nice-looking couple put me to the Inquisition:
"Are you a man or a woman?" (so the outness must be working some)
"Well, a bit of both, really"
"Oh goodie!"

Exit, pursued by a couple... (though a bear would have been nice).

Rain had only just stopped when I stepped into it, the bricks to my left sweating out the day’s cold like they were ashamed of it. Red light bled down the wall from some unseen sign, staining the mortar like an old wound. The ground was slick, puddles trembling at the slightest whisper of wind, turning every flicker of neon into a broken mirror.
And there I was wrapped in black satin.
People imagine cloaks like this are heavy wool or ancient velvet, something dragged from a crypt or stitched by candlelight. Mine isn’t. It’s polyester with a satin silk touch finish. It gleams like midnight oil. It flows like water. It clings when the air grows damp. Practical, really. Fantasy aesthetics, modern materials.
Still, when it moves, it sounds like secrets.
The hood sits low over my face, not because I’m hiding, but because it feels right. The fabric drapes from my shoulders in deliberate folds, catching the dim light and holding it for a heartbeat before letting it slip away. The hem trails behind me, drinking from the wet pavement. Each step pulls a faint whisper from the ground, a soft shhh as though the alley itself is urging me onward.
I pause midway down.
There’s a particular stillness in places like this an out of season quiet, the kind that makes even distant traffic sound like it’s happening in another life. My reflection shivers in a puddle at my feet. The cloak makes me look taller there. Broader. Almost mythic.
That’s the trick of it, really.
You put on something like this and the world rearranges itself around you. The bricks become castle walls. The fire escape above turns into a wrought-iron battlement. The neon haze thickens into enchanted fog. And the ordinary act of walking home from a late shift becomes a pilgrimage through shadow.
But here’s the truth: I wear it because I like how it feels.
The satin lining is cool against my skin at first, then slowly warms, molding to me. The weight isn’t oppressive it’s reassuring. Like being wrapped in night itself. The gloves at my hands shine when I flex my fingers, catching the blue glow from the streetlight at the far end of the alley.
I hear footsteps behind me.
Not close. Not threatening. Just distant enough to remind me that I am not the only story moving through this city. I don’t turn around. The cloak does that work for me, rippling slightly as I shift my stance, letting whoever it is see only a silhouette.
Let them wonder.
There’s power in ambiguity. In becoming a shape rather than a person. In letting the wet pavement carry your reflection farther than your shadow.
A gust of wind slips down the alley and catches the cloak’s edge. For a moment, it billows out behind me like a dark sail. The fabric flashes with a slick, liquid sheen, then settles again, obedient and heavy.
I step forward.
The puddles part around my boots. The bricks watch without comment. The neon hum continues its low, electric chant.
I am not a sorcerer. Not a vigilante. Not a figure from some ancient order.
But in this alley, under this light, wrapped in satin black that drinks the world and gives nothing back, I am something close enough.
And sometimes, close enough is all you need.

Felt abit better to squeeze in a dressup x hope you like it ? X
#laceskirt #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

(How to Spot a Fake)

There is a few things you can look for when spotting Fake Pictures.

Of course there is also the Very Poor Picture quality which people use to hide FAKE enhancements which can make things tricky.

A high percentage of users use Ai in the form of Apps and Software to change there appearance. FaceApp, Snapchat and many many more Ai based tools are available to change your appearance.

The old addage that says if it's too good to be true then it probably is, a 60 year old will not have Flawless Skin and Flawless Legs. As you will see

Large Body, Big Hairy Arms, Large Fingers, with beautiful flawless Face, errr No, Fake.

Many Ai creation Software/Apps struggle to Create Hands, Hair, Facial Skin, Backgrounds. Will expand on this ..

Hands take alot of Ai processing power and many times there will be mistakes like, Six fingers, Rings that span two fingers, Hands that Blend into other Bodyparts.

Facial Skin is very often not Flawless, Freckles, Spots, Blemishes, Moles, Fine Hair, Often All Missing, If it's Flawless it's more than Likely Fake, unless they are Professional Models, but enen they have freckles spots blemishes and birth marks even with loads of makeup.

Backgrounds are often either Blurry or very Perfectly Random, Often not associated with any other Photo in someone's collection, Sometimes Backgrounds are set in Luxury Rooms with Gold Plated Furniture, Not usually associated with a UK Council Estate, or Someone on Job Seekers Allowance... Common Sense on much of this.

Bare Feet can be tricky for Ai Software too same as Hands, Same Rules Apply.

Other people in the same photo can end up Morphing into Clothing or even other people's Body Parts, Skin near Skin of two people can be an Ai nightmare so look out for this.

Scale is an Ai issue too, look out for Big Heads, Small Legs, way out of proportion Body Parts, all common mistakes.

Hairy Chest, Flawless Face, - Fake. Hairy Big/Overweight Body, Flawless Face and perfect legs - Fake.

Common Sense Prevails here, Think about who you are looking at, How Old, How Fit, Younger Fit People will use Natural Pictures as they have no need not too.

Very Blurred and Poor quality photos are often used to hide something.

Look out for photos where every shot shows the head in the same position and looks totally flawless, This is because this Face Position is the best one for the Ai Software/App to make the face look the same each time... Otherwise they may end up looking different... Fakes.

Look carefully at the photos you like, don't just see a pretty picture and assume it is real, have a look at others they have done, don't play into there Fake loving hands.... They are trying to make you look a fool because they can con you.... Don't let it be you.

This is just the Basics, Hope it helps. After a while you will find it easier to spot these Fakers... Enjoy your new skill

Please ask for guidance if your unsure about anyone...

All my pics as you can see are me and mine, what you see is what you will get if you want it xxx

Natch xx

Abigail Imogen obviously…..

I *HATE* crossdressing, having to put on all the boy clothes, take my makeup off, not even eyeliner and a bit of blush! And as for not having the lovely bounce and jiggle of the Silicone Twins - hate it hate it HATE IT!
At least i can wear something pretty underneath to make me feel like myself, even if i'm disguised....

One Happy Bitch!!

A little bit racier outfit lol

https://youtu.be/5r6TiE8pelk?si=pyDHYrE9tHBIKUrF

One of my best beach photos. Is really me in one of my favorite bikinis.

Morning ladies. Home alone tomorrow so first pics will be incoming. Bit of cam fun as well. Do love my bi weekly Fridays off alone.

Todays losers are....

Goddess_kareen009 beware scammer! Called 'her' out and she tried DM me but asked why was she doing this. No I've been blocked lol

Goddess_clara007 reported and blocked. High probability of AI image. Name and profile description = scammer! Please report and block.

To all simps out on this site who fawn and send such positive messages to these people who just using a small amount of brain power it is absolutly obvious these cis dom women are scammers. Dont encourage them. Report and block always.
Its showing they will put up with the age verification now to get on the site just in the hope of hooking some mugs and taking them for a ride (to the bank).

LauraS full of fake face pictures. typically stolen pictures with manipulated faces/replacement faces. stealing other peoples images and intellectual rights without permission.

The rain came down in sheets, the kind that makes you wonder if the sky has finally decided the city's sins need a proper rinse. It hammered the cobbles like an angry landlord demanding back rent, and the neon signs those hopeful lies in electric pink and acid green fizzed and spat reflections that danced across puddles deep enough to drown a man's regrets.
I stood there under the brim of my hat, which had given up pretending to be waterproof about three streets ago. The turquoise satin trench coat clung to me like an ambitious squid, heavy and glistening, the sort of garment that looks magnificent in the mirror at three in the afternoon and ridiculous at three in the morning when you're soaked to the marrow and smelling faintly of wet ferret. But dignity is a luxury, and mine had pawned itself years back for a bottle of something that promised to forget.
Beside me stood the Turquoise Queen.
She didn't so much stand as preside. The satin hijab caught what little light there was and threw it back in shimmering defiance, while the oversized headscarf cascaded into a chiffon voile veil that billowed and swirled in the fog like the ghost of a particularly extravagant wedding dress that had died of embarrassment. Every time she moved even to breathe the fabric whispered secrets to the night air, expensive secrets involving rose attar and old money and perhaps the occasional small assassination. In this monochrome world of stark blacks and murderous whites, she was a scandal in turquoise, a splash of colour that the rain itself seemed too polite to touch.
I took a drag on the cigarette that had somehow survived the deluge. The smoke curled upward in lazy question marks, as if even it was wondering what the hell we were doing here.
"You know," I said, because silence is only golden until it starts to rust, "most people come to this northern town looking for opportunity. Or revenge. Or a decent kebab at two in the morning. Very few arrive dressed like the centrepiece of a particularly expensive funeral."
She tilted her head, and the veil shifted in a slow, liquid motion that suggested physics had been bribed. "And yet here I am, Grimshaw, The Gumshoe. Opportunity found me first. It was wearing a cheap suit and carrying a very sharp knife."
I grunted. Grunting is cheaper than conversation and usually gets the same results. "Opportunity has a habit of leaving bodies behind. That's why they pay me to follow the stains."
A passing drunk staggered through a puddle that may or may not have contained tomorrow's headlines. He stared at her veil as though it might contain the meaning of life, then decided it probably didn't and lurched onward toward whatever oblivion still had room for one more customer.
The fog thickened, turning the streetlamps into soft, accusing halos. Somewhere in the distance a greasy takeaway exploded in a brief symphony of swearing and sizzling fat. Life in the town: always conducting itself with unnecessary drama.
She lifted one gloved hand turquoise, naturally and pointed toward the mouth of an alley that smelled strongly of yesterday's fish and tomorrow's trouble. "The man we're after went that way. He thinks shadows will hide him."
"They won't," I said. "Shadows in this town are unionised. They demand overtime for hiding villains after midnight."
Her laugh was low, like velvet dragged over broken glass. "Then let us give them something to earn their pay, Detective."
I flicked the cigarette into a puddle where it hissed its last. The Turquoise Queen moved ahead, veil trailing like a comet's tail made of expensive regret. I followed, because that's what you do when the only alternative is standing alone in the rain wondering why the universe bothers.
Somewhere ahead, a door creaked. A scream started, then thought better of it.
The night was just getting interesting.

I live within a sanctuary of reflection, a shimmering Satin Wonderland of towering, gilded mirrors that capture every fold of my existence. I am a creature of history, a mature queen of a certain vintage, and my world is defined by the rustle of fabric. Here, I am swaddled in an endless supply of sissy satin dresses, gowns that trail like silken rivers, and gloves that reach toward my shoulders, smoothing the passage of time.
"Oh my," I whisper to my reflection, my voice a raspy cello. "Today is the day for the hallowed turf."
But one does not simply walk onto the pitch at Wembley Stadium to play British football without the proper armor. This is not a match for jerseys and cleats; this is a clash of POMPÖÖS Couture.
I began my transformation with the foundation of my "entity." First, I stepped into the ivory white modest high neck satin evening dress. It is a plus size masterpiece of elegance, the long balloon sleeves puffing out like clouds of cream, the flowing tulle skirt whispering secrets against my ankles. But as the London air turned crisp and the fog began to roll off the Thames, I felt the call for more.
I reached for the wedding gown, its chiffon veil a ghostly mist. I wrapped a heavy ivory satin headscarf tightly around my skull, securing my wisdom and my wig beneath its weight. Then, I layered. I pulled on the Victorian style black ankle length dress a triumph of high necklines, puffed bell sleeves, ruffles, and intricate lace trim.
As I pulled the black gown over the white, the layers merged. I was no longer wearing two dresses; I was wearing a singular, monumental entity composed of Satin, Taffeta, Georgette, Chiffon, and Organza. To finish the silhouette, I added the poofy, extravagant, ultra femme large ladies’ flamboyant satin skirt over the hips, creating a volume so vast I could barely fit through the mahogany doors of my dressing room.
I looked at my vanity. Seven large headscarves black and white laid out for the week. I chose a heavy black Georgette to wrap over the white satin, pinning it with a rhinestone crown. I slid on my newly found long opera gloves, the silk pulling tight against my skin, and stepped into my elegant shoes.
Wembley was a sea of POMPÖÖS madness. Twenty two drag queens, each a monument to Glööckler’s baroque vision, stood upon the emerald grass. Rhinestones caught the stadium lights like a thousand stars fallen to earth. There was Trixie in a gold leafed bodice and Bella in a crimson velvet train that required two ball boys to carry.
"Right then, girls!" I shouted, the wind catching my chiffon veil. "Let’s show them how a lady tackles!"
The whistle blew. I didn't run; I glided. The multiple layers of my dress the Georgette over the Taffeta, the Organza beneath the Satin created a rhythmic shush shush sound that drowned out the roar of the crowd. When the ball came toward me, I didn't kick it with the grace of a sportsman; I met it with the immovable force of three hundred yards of couture.
The ball hit my flamboyant satin skirt and simply died, swallowed by the sheer volume of my ruffles. I pivoted, my bell sleeves catching the wind like sails. I saw an opening. With a flick of my opera-gloved hand to steady my headscarf, I sent the ball flying toward the goal with a delicate tap of my elegant heel.
As the net bulged, the stadium erupted. I didn't celebrate with a slide on the grass heaven forbid, the grass stains on the ivory tulle would be a tragedy. Instead, I stood at the center of the pitch, surrounded by my sisters in their crowns and silks, and looked into the imaginary mirrors of the sky.
In my Satin Wonderland, I am a queen. At Wembley, in my POMPÖÖS layers of black and white, I was a princess of the game. Oh my, indeed.

Does my bum look big in this?

Patti has her dancing dress on, feeling so girly dancing around. Who would like to dance with me ? I promise I only bite if bitten, I’m very soft and love to kiss

A silver cut

I ve made
This silver shade
I ve made
This lesbi cut...
Am I attractive more?
You wish retreate
Not f...k?
Im lost
My breasts are small
That s good for lesbi girl
My voice is not to high
But not so manly wild
But body....
Is too soft
Too feminine
Too gentle
What could
I do with soul
My Girly soul
Trembles...
I ve made my lashes
Small
I shadowed pink my
Eyes.
My lips are waiting kiss
Of girl...
Girl in disgise...

My lips are waiting
For your kiss
I know trembling taste
I wish to meet you
Magic Miss
Who will seduce my lace...
Who knows where
Touch me right
Bring pleasure
Lust and fire
Who cuddles simply
Girl to Girl
And grows my admire...
I want forget
My hide as boy
I wish you understand
I wish orgasm
Orgasm of girl
And not for one night stand...
I want you open me
My dress will fall for you in night...
My Darling lead me to confess
With you in Paradise ...

Used Part 1

A Local Man got in touch saying that his wife was away Monday to Thursday so he had 3 days free if I was interested in fully servicing his needs, he sent me the obligatory photos with the assurance that he would be Smooth and wearing his wife's Stockings or Holdups, after seeing the photos as far as I was concerned I had no choice at all, I felt it was my duty to go... He was around 7" when Hard so a nice length but he was twice as thick as me, so was extremely impressive.
I said yes I will do what I can for you and I asked where he had found me, he said he came across all my stories and that was that.
So I new he knew what I look for even before we met...I could tell he was just a regular guy taking advantage of my details and likes.
He then said what are you doing Monday, I said I'm at work Monday 6am till 2.30pm then pick my Wife up at 5pm....
He new he was only up the road from me and said he wanted a visit, first thing in the morning about 5.10am before work then another straight from work around 2.45pm and at 4pm before collecting your wife.. .
I thought WTF .... And just said yes of course...
Again letting myself down.
I turned up at 5.10am where he let me in still in robe, he was tall and stocky not that it mattered, he sent me with my bag into the bathroom to get ready.. Then he suddenly shouted forget getting ready just put a wig on as I can't be bothered this early.. oh ok so I grabbed my wig, brushed the long blonde hair and went into the bedroom where he grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor between the bed and the wall which was quite tight....
He said that's for you so I went over and knelt on it, he squeezed past still with robe on and sat down on the edge of the bed in front of me, he then lay back, and spread his legs placing them on the wall behind me, his large thick Co ck hanging there smooth shaven, Head back ready, just calling to me to help myself.... Not that I had a choice.
He just said help yourself and let yourself out when you have done, he was right over the edge as he was well supported on the wall, his smooth sacks were hanging too, not too big just nice, I lifted his large shaft with my hand and cupped his head in my mouth, wetting and sucking best I could, as he started to get harder I switched to two hands, wanking and sucking at the same time, I got used as he got hard, his co ck like mine was very flexible and could lie flat and co ck straight out into my mouth, as time was short I switched to Sucking as tight as I could behind his co ck head a couple of inches back and forth concentrating on moving the loose skin making the most sensation possible, luckily after several intensive minutes he suddenly sat up, grabbed my head, re inserted his co ck, and with his big hands held my head firm and used me to Head Fu ck, sliding me up and down his shaft, on odd occasions making me gag as he hit my throat...
He was getting faster, and started to moan. .
He said Don't Waste any ..
Suddenly he paused with co ck head just in, and a massive blast filled my mouth, I swallowed as quick as I could, which was tricky with his thick load, my mouth was full again, I kept swallowing and then one last half blast, filled me again, eventually I swallowed it all up, he lay back and said clean up the drops and then go and I will see you later at 2:45pm
I cleaned the last few drops as he shrank down, licked his eye a few last times making sure it was clean and serviced properly..
I left my bag ready and went to work.. .

Not posting a photo right now - but I have over 20 ready to post. Really like to know what my BGFs and BBFs like? - Colors- settings/locations - dresses - swimsuits/bikinies - dance and athletic wear - sexy night wear. And I love to answer questions and chat when I can. I will always respond. And yes "body talk" is also OK. Tell me about your journeys, experiences dressing and life stories - also questions about crossdressing - lets connect a bit.

I changed make up
To very bi...
And silver pale shade
My age's not passing
Verifiiii
So I could not engage...
In world of dangerous
Bi girls
That might seduce me
By heart force...

I wear baby shorts
And lace
Long boots without heels
Perhaps it is too childish
Suit
For guys in verifiiii?....

Tammy's ex missus has stolen all my sluty outfits and my big fat dildo. So I have to start my sissy collection all over again. Tammy would love to **** my arse with my 9" dildo right now and video it to show you all, but all I have is my fingers

Tip of the day, if you decide to wear 40DEN bikini pantyhose, you dont need to wear underwear! isn't it great?

Abit of bride dressup ! In my veil and short pvc skirt giggles x
#pvcskaterskirt #pettiskirt #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Bent over the worktop I should be doing washing up ! Think my petticoats should be rearranged abit hehe 🫢giggles
#skirt #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

I wish I knew where I got this from, but whatever... I even like this combination, what about you?

Charity shops are definitely my vendor of choice, and dear old mum forced the price of the bits i'd paid on Paypal into my hand, in shop i've never visited before this YEAR's Star Prize black leather mid-shin length Infinity trenchcoat - looks like it's never been worn!

What to wear under it though? I was chatting to the volunteer in the DEBRA shop, who thought just basque, stockings and heels would be a good look…

As my close friend would say, ripped jeans and fishnet tights are a killer combination.

What do you think about that? is she right?

A simple white t-shirt and gray plaid pants are a winning combination for a modern and relaxed look.​ I really Like this outfit.

What is your favorite piece of clothing to achieve maximum comfort without sacrificing style?

in case you are wondering, yes - those are wolford neon 40. gobi.
dedicated to a special friend i met here

Is today a good day or a bad day? So running around doing work, meeting schedules and visiting family in down time. Then get home and sit down to dinner and break a front tooth! Mmm, wel it's been in there a while, and false due to a stupid young daft shite that liked motorbikes! So anyway, The bit that broke could possibly be superglued back in?? maybe not! Or an expensive trip to the extortionate feckin dentist! Now I could say that I could do sexual acts for cash! But that is against the rules on here, and who wants a bint with half a domino missing? So thinking I could just build a new one from modelling hard putty or something like that!

I got my latex skater skirt on a little bit of ASMR wearing the latex skirt x
#latexskirt #asmr #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

A CD called Kev got in touch wanting to meet up but we had a problem we both are married and could not easily accommodate so it seemed like a non starter from the beginning, it was a shame as we had near enough the same CD preferences, kev was Smooth where it was needed and he was Into Lingerie like me, as we chatted it was clear that he had a no mess approach to knowing what he wanted, which is exactly what most want if they were honest about it.
I told him that I finish work around 2pm and I'm home changed and trimmed by 3pm the only problem is my wife can turn up anytime even though she finished at 5pm...
I told him I often work in my Shed/Workshop which is heated but it's not exactly comfortable..
He suggested that if he arrived for about 3pm we could have fun of some sort in the workshop that way if the wife came back early, I could suggest it was a colleague from work...
I thaught it out and to be honest could not come up with a reason not to, so arrangements were made, we had discussed him being dressed already under his normal clothes, which I did the same after I fully prepared myself in the bathroom.
Kev arrived and after a quick greeting and chat, he used the bathroom to freshen up after his trip.. we then made our way to my small workshop now as tidy as it ever was and already nice and warm with my fan heaters.
I locked the door, and this is always a nervous part, I always ask if he/she wants to carry on and most of the time it's a yes, so I take off my Joggers, revealing Stocking Tights and Tiny Sheer Thong, I grabbed a bag which had my Red Stilettos and a Basque which I asked Kev to help with as they can be a bitch to get on, zipped ones are best.. Kev then removed his Joggers and he had Crotchless Tights then grabbed his bad and surprised me with some 2" Stilettos which was a little bonus, he had regular black Knickers but only his regular T-shirt on top, I suggested he, tie/knotted his t-shirt at the front, which was perfect...
I wasted no time and asked him to remove his knickers which he did, I did the same, I was trying to keep Calm and not get over excited.
I grabbed a seat cushion and put it on my workbench and pulled myself up onto the edge, I opened my legs, holding my knees and said, help yourself....
Kev dropped to his knees, put his arms round my thighs and sucked my semi into his mouth, giving it a full mouth wetting, unsurprisingly I started to get hard, at which he switched to sucking up and down my now solid ****....
I said stop, we swapped, I did the same, I slid his beautiful smooth **** into my mouth, already hard, after giving it a good wetting I cupped his **** with my lips just behind his **** head, then I did quick short sucks up and down, nice and tight, no more than two inches movement, up and down... It had the correct result, moaning with pleasure, after a few minutes we swapped again, then again, eventually we were both fairly close, I grabbed the sun bed cover and lay it on the floor, I lay down and asked him to 69....
No arguments there. .. he got on top sliding his hard shaft in my mouth ready, I started on him again as he did with me, after a few more minutes I was getting close, I said pause, which he did, then a few more minutes he said he was getting close, so I said start, he wasted no time, sucking the life out of my hard ****,vivwad close again, I started oh his again, really going for it.... A minute or two later, I shot my load into his mouth, he was swallowing just as my mouth was being filled twice with his juice, oh my got this Feed was amazing....
We were both so pleased with our Feeds, it was definitely on the list for the next available moment, to feed again....

Ohhhhhh! This is so me! Mmmmm https://youtu.be/TFe5_GX5nsg?si=1RbT38gjWdKiyk5V
https://youtu.be/Zos-Da_hhj4?si=rwFOYItvZYM3fd_l
Ohhhhhh the big pink dress!

Lycra safety shorts on lol abit of fun was wearing suspenders underneath though giggles x
#lycrashorts #laceskirt #pettiskirt #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Girls and Guys on this app i just wanted to let you guys know that my phone is currently being fixed for the billionth time this year lol I'm very clumsy sometimes so don't expect new pics of me until my phone gets fixed again and my pc doesn't have a camera :(