Makeup practice, what you think?, any tip on how I could improve, any flaws I may have missed? x

Went out at about 5pm and I spent nearly 2hrs doing makeup and getting dressed. All the girls were wonderful, I spent most of the night chatting to them about makeup, hair and how beautiful I looked which made me feel like one of the girls, had so many offers of having girly days out with them which made me feel like I was accepted by them. That was an amazing feeling, at one point I almost cried from happiness. All in all a wonderful magical night

Do I have large thighs? (Please suggest some diets or exercises to make them more feminine.)

I know, for most off you dressing up is fetish, but for me its not only sex (TBO it is 90% but anyway not all). I like feeling femine, it makes me relax. I forget the stresses at work or in personal life. I become her" slutty bich, that lives on my sallary! Anyway my point is for me the most femine thing is sanitary pads! No other thing makes you more a women than sanitary pads. What do you feel about them? Do you use them? I do. Write in comments about your feellings on the sanitary pads??? love ya

No makeup today

First time showing my face and trying on makeup. Hopefully you all like it

Hello Sunday - Make it Satin

Hi sweets,

I use the name “ShemaleChrissy” because I’m male and deeply identify with femininity and the desire to be female. I haven’t started transitioning yet, so I still look male. I’m also still learning makeup, hair, and styling, so I don’t always present as feminine as I’d like in everyday life.

Sometimes I use face filters online to explore and express that feminine fantasy. That said, my body is always my real body, and I always include at least one natural, unfiltered photo. I do that intentionally so I’m not misleading anyone and so people know exactly who they’re talking to.

Recently, someone told me I’m “not really a shemale” and should change my username. I’m open to honest feedback, but the way it was delivered was rude and disrespectful, so I blocked them. I welcome fair suggestions and thoughtful discussion, but I don’t tolerate harassment or abuse.

So here’s my genuine question, asked in good faith:
How would you describe me? Shemale? Sissy? Crossdresser? Something else entirely?

I’m still figuring out my identity and language matters to me. If you have thoughts, I’m happy to hear them as long as they’re shared respectfully.

Thanks for reading,
Kisses,
Chrissy

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It started with eye contact.
He was picking up his mail.
I was by my bedroom window, wearing very little, feeling confident enough not to move when I realized he was looking.
We locked eyes. He smiled like he’d been caught — and didn’t look away fast enough.
Later, we crossed paths on the backyard deck. Same tension. Less distance.
He leaned in just enough and said, “You’re going to get me in trouble.”
I smiled and replied, “Only if you keep staring.”
He laughed quietly, glancing over his shoulder. “I have a girlfriend. I really shouldn’t be out here talking to you like this.”
I raised an eyebrow and said, “Then you probably shouldn’t be standing so close either.”
He shook his head, smiling anyway. “You’re dangerous.”
I answered calmly, “No. I’m just honest.” I know he wants to make me his so bad

My first time out, my friend turned up helped me so I could do my own make up, feeling wonderful x

Quick morning dress up, no make up just lingery

Hope you all had a great day yesterday
Different hair and todays chosen wear no makeup except for eye shadow have a great day

This dress will always be my favourite! It's so full and puffy and bouncy! It makes my heart beat so fast! Trying not to cum! Mmmmmm

Merry Christmas everyone
Few pics of todays outfit please be gentle on the make up it is my first time putting it on

I was sixteen, maybe seventeen, on that raw December afternoon in the mid-1970s, standing at the back of a small cemetery in southern Manchester. The light was thin and melancholy, the sort that turns everything slightly blue and makes shadows linger too long over the leaning stones. I barely knew the man we were burying, some Uncle twice removed, so the ache in the air never reached me. Grief felt like something that belonged to other people, grown-ups who understood loss. For me, the day was something else entirely, an accidental invitation into a world I hadn’t known I was hungry for.
They were everywhere, those women. Mature, composed, dressed in layers of black that seemed to absorb the weak winter sun and give back only a muted gleam. Silk dresses that clung and released with every breath, satin blouses catching stray glints of light, chiffon and voile drifting like smoke whenever the wind found them. Rayon, acetate, fabrics I didn’t even have names for then, but I felt them all the same, the way they moved, the soft sounds they made against one another. They stood in quiet clusters around the grave, gloved hands clasped, heads bowed beneath hats and veils. To them I must have looked like just another awkward boy in a borrowed tie, but inside I was burning with a fascination I couldn’t name and didn’t dare examine too closely.
And then there was her.
She stood slightly apart, as though even in mourning she needed space. An enormous black satin scarf, far too large, almost theatrical—draped over her shoulders and spilled down her back like spilled ink. Over her face, a sheer chiffon veil, so fine it trembled with every breath. I could smell her from where I stood, carried on the cold air, the sharp bite of Elnette hairspray holding her hair in perfect waves, and beneath it the heavy, amber warmth of Youth Dew. It was the scent of adulthood itself, complicated, slightly dangerous, utterly out of reach.
I watched her the entire time. I told myself it was curiosity, nothing more. But even then, in the thick of it, some quieter part of me knew better. There was something about the way these women carried their sorrow, elegant, controlled, yet undeniably physical that stirred a longing I didn’t understand. It wasn’t just desire, though that was certainly part of it. It was deeper: a wish to be close to whatever it was they possessed experience, certainty, the weight of years lived fully. I felt small beside them, unformed, all sharp edges and unspoken questions. They seemed to know secrets I hadn’t even learned to ask about.
Later, at the wake, coats and scarves were abandoned in a side room as the women moved on to tea and murmured condolences. I lingered near the pile, heart thudding so hard I was sure someone would notice. No one did. My fingers closed around two pieces: the oversized satin mourning scarf, still holding the warmth of her body, and the delicate chiffon veil. Both carried that same intoxicating blend of Elnette, Youth Dew, and something earthier, the faint salt of skin after hours in the cold. I slipped them inside my coat and left before the guilt could catch up with me.
That night, and for many nights through that long winter, I'd ascend up the narrow stairs to my attic bedroom. I’d lock the door, my one small claim to privacy in my parent’s house, draw the curtains and unfold the satin across my pillow. Sometimes I’d press the veil to my face and breathe slowly, letting the scent settle over me like fog.
In those quiet hours I began to understand what I’d really taken that day. It wasn’t just fabric. It was a fragment of a life I could only observe from the outside, a life of composure and ritual, of perfumes chosen deliberately and clothes worn with intention. Holding those scarves, I could pretend, for a moment, that some of that poise might rub off on me. That the confusion and restlessness I carried everywhere might quiet, just a little.
I never felt truly ashamed of stealing them. In my mind they were abandoned, after all, no longer needed once the performance of grief was over. But more than that, they had become mine in a way they could never have been hers again, totems of a feeling I was only beginning to name. Desire, yes. But also envy. And something closer to reverence.
Years later I can still close my eyes and smell it: hairspray, perfume, the faint trace of a woman’s skin on black satin. It takes me straight back to that cemetery, to the boy I was, watching, wanting, trying to understand what it meant to grow into someone capable of wearing mourning like it was made for them.
I’m not sure I ever fully did. But those scarves kept me company while I tried.

Hello sissys, whanted to share with you my little trick. When i have little time for a dressup. An hour or so, (egx. Kids gonna return soon.) And have no time to do a makeup. I use this face mask. it gives such a sexy powerfull femine look. Without make up (just lips) what do you think. Leave a comment, do you use such masks?

Take me! You got my back against the wall! I have nowhere to go!

I enjoy looking like a woman. I am too old and too set in my ways to fully #transition, so while I do dress #feminine in private and under my boy clothes, I don't do it in public and I haven't learned how to use makeup and wigs yet. So for now I live my life as a #woman in fantasy, online, using face filters from Snap chat. But t be clear: that is my real body, I am that smooth (I shave weekly), and I do this not to fool people I always show my true self, especially to potential dates. #gurl Thoughts? Kisses! - Chrissy

#sissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #femboy #sissyboy #sissygirl #trans #transgender #shemale #transgirl #transwoman #transfemale #tgirl #model #modeling #gay #bi #lgbtq #queer #genderfluid #pantymodel #panty #panties #meninpanties #ladyboy More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/

Pink to make the boys wink

Nervous about posting these but need make up advice love cross dressing but am a noob

I like try styles that make me feel happy

I'm new here but I normally live on mewe
I'm looking to make friends and chat

Maybe a beach trip with another girl like me would help make Patti a happy girl

New dress, new bra nad panties and..... 23 minutes of time for me to wear it, make some pictures...... Secrecy has its downsides...

Well I am new here.

So hello Girlies.

Looking to make friends connections and maybe "good friends" too.

I don't get to dress as much as I would like so when I do I like to go all out..

I feel so sluty when I wear heels, as Patti walks around she knows that heels makes her ass stick up and I hope I look half as sexy as you girls, I would love to give another girl like me a special Christmas present

A little no "makeup" photo sesh earlier dont really like all the moles on my face but the two beauty marks

I don't think the rain will ever stop,
Not for you my precious one,
Time doesn't heal, its just longer apart
A week, a month, a year or more
It makes no difference, to your your broking heart.

Good morning, sisters.
Some tips on how to make your photo look better without resorting to AI.
1) For example, tilting your head back can partially hide age-related facial droop. Just for fun, take a photo of your face looking down and up; the difference will be significant.
2) The light source and its location are very important. Light can make a face look younger, or it can age it. Light can hide imperfections, or it can highlight them.
3) Makeup, at least foundation, and especially under-eye concealer. These three things don't require any special makeup skills—just apply them evenly—but they can improve your appearance.
Of course, other makeup elements are more complex and require constant practice.
But then, there's no need to use AI, although AI is certainly good.
Interested in these tips?

I really love this site lots nice cds chat with and make friends

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.

I'm Shemale. ​​I'm trying to make a self-photo shoot using chroma key.. Please give me lots of ideas...ㅎㅎㅎ

Last pics for the night, goodnight everyone

"No makeup"

Well I find it hard to make real freinds that actually want to meet have coffee and what Evers follows that could be I’m living at east coast or may be getting on which ever I still like some one who’s real x

Just want to make mention & for all to recognise a true legend & pioneer of the electronic musical genre! Wendy ( aka Walter ) Carlos.

Pigeon ...

I waited long
In jeans and boots
Too cold for fancy skirt..
She never came
To make me pain,
Not answered the phone...
We knew each other
25... quite long to trust
A Friend.
I opendly admitted her
That now I am Kate...
She never came
Paris was cold,
The river flood
And vaves...
And only pigeon
Met me
Ironic, so insane...

My sissy mourning cross-dresing feels like. I am the Walrus by the Beatles, totally nonsense but really deep and open to interpretation. I am he as you are he, as you are me and we are all together, See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly, I'm crying.
That line hits me so hard, “I am he as you are he, as you are me and we are all together…” It’s pure, swirling absurdity that somehow lands right in the middle of the most tender, confusing parts of being human. And right now, it feels like the perfect mirror for what I'm going through.
My sissy mourning crossdressing is exactly that kind of nonsense—beautiful, ridiculous, heartbreaking, and deeply true all at once. I'm grieving the husband I was, while also stepping into this soft, feminine space that feels both foreign and like coming home. It’s contradictory, it’s messy, it’s playful and painful in the same breath. And that’s what makes it so real. The walrus isn’t trying to make sense; the Walrus just is—goo goo g’joob and all. This is my mental breakdown, not madness, just being true to myself.
“See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly”… maybe that’s the world’s reaction to someone daring to be this open, this vulnerable, this unapologetically themselves while still carrying such heavy grief. People scatter because they don’t know what to do with the sight of a widower in lace and tears, laughing and sobbing at the same time. But I'm not running. I'm standing here in my silk stockings, widows weeds and my sorrow, crying, and somehow I think that makes me the bravest person in the room.
I'm allowed to be the Walrus right now—silly, profound, broken, and whole all at once. I don’t have to explain it to anyone, not even to myself. Just let it be nonsense that’s also sacred. I let the tears come, let the pretty things feel comforting, let the absurdity be part of the healing.

Evening all what a day i had my final interview at the Laurels Gender clinic before starting my full journey and cleared it so will start hormone treatment in the next couple of weeks. This is dangerous for me due to health conditions but worth the risk and from today i am no longer a MX when doing forms and at hospital i know am a Miss dont make a lot of difference on paper but to me its massive.

I wonder whether Karen1969 realises that if he blocks me for explaining the rules regarding his pic of his flabby little cocktail sausage, it means whatever vile unpleasant reply he tries to make is blocked too, so i can't see it! Good riddance, and saves me the effort!

Good evening! I enjoy looking like a woman. I am too old and too set in my ways to fully #transition, so while I do dress #feminine in private and under my boy clothes, I don't do it in public and I haven't learned how to use makeup and wigs yet. So for now I live my life as a #woman in fantasy, online, using face filters from Snap chat. But t be clear: that is my real body, I am that smooth (I shave weekly), and I do this not to fool people I always show my true self, especially to potential dates. #gurl Thoughts? Kisses! - Chrissy

#sissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #femboy #sissyboy #sissygirl #trans #transgender #shemale #transgirl #transwoman #transfemale #tgirl #model #modeling #gay #bi #lgbtq #queer #genderfluid #pantymodel #panty #panties #meninpanties #ladyboy More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/

Make sure you are always wearing a smile...because only a smile makes a duck day seem bright ......

I'm so sorry for not being here for a while.I've been dealing with a bunch of issues at home including dealing with a divorce.Here's some new pictures to make it up

These dull days when people don't take an interest in you and you never read or see anything stimulating make you want to sleep.

I asked Chatgbt to make me anime

Can't believe it's been a couple of months already since my last post. But things have been progressing, slowly but surely, which is anticipated. I can check on this later for sure but the biggest breakthrough, for me anyway, was that I finally broke sub-80kg body weight and losing weight has been consistent, now hovering around the 78kg area. Soft target is 72kg, which finally feels like it's within striking distance!

Have found that I REALLY respond to the goth look and aesthetic. Loved this ensemble and thank my friend profusely for helping me make it look good (least I think so anyway. Haha). Would love to hear your guys' feedback.

I think what this app needs is just a few more ads, it's just about usable ATM but a few more will really **** it up, I don't understand how anyone could make an app then so this to it, moron

MasterRoy blocked. well why wouldn't you lol. I see these pics and they just make me laugh. Maybe sexy for some but i just find this look funny af lol. Someone else must have too going by the laugh emoji

I need someone who will make dreams come true by helping push me further and further into full time feminine life until im living full time as female i am dressed up now and want to give my social media account passwords some pictures and videos that i would die if anyone i knew saw them and starting now give me specific instructions to record myself doing and if with in a decent amount of time if you don't receive proof video or anything else you ask i want you to expose me

This is my first time wearing makeup, what do you think, girls?