Tried to make this dress a bit sexier by tying a knot in the front!

Mu girlfriends boyfriends used me tonight. She watched and recorded it all. She makes me such a fucking whore

Allow teach,train and explore you more into the kinky world with makeup 💄 and to bring out your femine side 💕

Here are my photos from my two last salon visits. It was fun to be one of the girls, getting my pedicure and manicure done. I only had a touch of make up on - lip gloss - but was in entire fem. The neat thing was getting a very creative Christmas design on my toes and starting acrylic nails. I always walk out of the salon with my feminine feelings aroused. Yes fun and fulfilling. 🥰

When I was choosing a makeup primer, I was puzzled by the color; it turns out every primer is different. So what should I choose? Who should I ask? Who should I find out from? White is the most popular color, and if you choose one with a radiant effect, it's great for aging skin, helping to conceal wrinkles. But if you have bags under your eyes, a yellow primer will come in handy. Pink and peach colors are suitable for those with a dull complexion. A green primer is ideal for those with rosacea (protruding blood vessels through the skin), redness, or very fair skin. But if you have pigmentation or yellowness, a purple primer is best. It's especially useful when shooting with a flash. Such knowledge can sometimes be difficult to keep in mind; manufacturers have now started releasing universal primers for trial, where all colors blend together when applied. I prefer generalists, although generalism isn't always better than more specialized knowledge. I hope you found it interesting.

U cud just force ur fist inside me n leave me gapin. Make sure u take a pic 4 me 2 tho lol

Got dressed last night before playing but didn't take the time to do a quick makeup session 😅

Love dressing up and up and cleaning the house makes me feel soo girlie!

I have to wear one otherwise I do t feel comfortable… make sense to anyone is just me ? Heheheh?

There is just something about letting go and getting cuffed. Liberating 😹 Thank you to everyone who interacted with me lately, it's a wonderful community and I always feel the love and welcome, you make a stray cat happy and empower me, that's what friends are made of Now call me your bitch, pull my hair and make me.hiss 😻

Hi ladies. The need for proper makeup skills is clearly a pressing need. I don't know if linking is allowed here, so I won't. But I can recommend a good app that can be very helpful in determining your skin tone, undertone, and so on. Just take a selfie in good lighting (this is important), and the app will then determine it for you. It will then select the appropriate colors for makeup, clothing, and hair. I'm not promoting it, but I use it myself. You can find it on many platforms, such as Google Play and the App Store. It's called Dressica. The logo for the app is included in the post to avoid confusion.

We probably all played with Gemini as I have said before, and I usually don't but understand why people do, none of my business, but it's my day off, and after my talk of taking Cat more serious and my.lack skills to do her justice, mainly because of Make up and my wardrobe being more sex doll than sex bomb. I really really want my face made up properly so I don't look like a toddler who stole her mam's make up bag. I am dying to show my face here, but I look like a drowned goth clown. It's not an ego thing, it's just, well I feel safe to grow here and know some feel the same. Anyway, I gave Gemini one of the last photos of me I posted here, told her to paint the rest of my face like it imagined it would look after viewings photos for me and it nailed it. It really does look like me, if I was dressed and made properly, the bottom of my face will look feminine too once I learn make up. Gives me a guide of how I want my make up to look too, perhaps I can copy it. Hope I didn't bore you and your Saturday is sweet 🙏🏻🖤

Hi tonight out fit sorted just make up other little bits to do 😋😊

Outfit number 2 from Thursdays makeover 👗

On the runway of life. Still my body - but a dream to walk a fashion runway - all eyes on me experiencing what I believe is my natural beauty. Love everyones comments- in fact my creativity thrives when you comment. Let me know a look you would all might like to see. And I will make it happen. And if you chat with me I can help you make your own dream experiences. Love to all my friends. Dawn ❣️❤️‍🔥💞

Estrogene gel ... New flat I ve moved, I found In the kitchen Three bottles Of Estrogene gel I thought My God You wish Kate Stay more sexy And make All beauty Of her days... I am excited I so wish To see what Happen When gel will Fill my limbs, My Breast... And whether I would forget Remnants of my boy past forever... Would it just shrink and disapear ever? At least stop trouble all my soul With that not girly force and function...).. What would Get curvy, smooth And nice...? I check My breast It grows tiny.... And skin Becomes So sweet and shiny... The bottles Come to end One day... But happy pleasure Might Still stay... Ahh tell me Please Would it be right To take all risks And Girly gel to try...?

A quick pic from yesterdays makeover 💄💅

New LBD and sandals. Something about nude in shoes that make everything feel a little bit classier... even a tad too small dress ☺️

My makeup isn't the best, I lack the necessary skills, and my makeup bag is missing a lot. Then there's age, which causes facial drooping, and my significant weight loss, which has had a significant negative impact on my face. 🥺 Nevertheless, I wish you a good day and send kisses to all of you, ladies, sisters, and secret admirers. 💋💋💋

My friend Louise came round and did my first makeover....lot of rubbish pics but these two came out okay I think ✨

I'm getting sick and tired of these fake accounts and mistr3ss accounts who constantly harass myself and many others. I joined thinking this would be an escape to make new friends and support people. Now I'm second guessing even joining this site. I may delete my account in the near future and move elsewhere if the admins and owner don't clean this site up!!! I'm sure many others on this platform feel the same way I do. I'm sure many wanna leave because of the filth that's allowed on here!!

You've probably seen an old video about how masterful makeup application can transform your appearance beyond recognition. Frankly, I admire such mastery. It's a level I strive to reach. However, when I try it myself, it doesn't always turn out quite right. Makeup artists make it look easy and simple in videos, but in practice... it's all just not quite right.😆 Yes, I know, practice makes perfect. But you don't get the chance to practice often. My point is, if I post a photo of myself with poorly applied makeup, please don't judge me harshly. In the meantime, enjoy the video; it's worth the time to be amazed and admired.

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.

Another dress from Vinted that's miles too small 🙄 but at least it makes me look a bit curvy? 😊

So many choices! Which one should Patti wear girls ? Never can make up my girly mind

This bodysuit makes me feel sexy

Let's do some make up for you girls. The night starts right now...

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.😚😙😚💝

Ok, I asked AI to make a film using my picture. It is all fake, but just had to share.....

Photo No. 99 - I need to make No. 100 special. Any suggestions?

Hey there from Glasgow Scotland looking to make and meet new friends

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

Sleep — Little Star Verse 1 I don’t sleep well contained in these four walls. I want peace. I want to feel calm I want to feel safe From ghosts of this past As the night falls Verse 2 I don’t sleep well contained in these four walls. The dark makes shapes. The body believes. The shadows move closer, the memory deceives. Verse 3 I don’t sleep well contained in these four walls. Another night lost. Another dawn waits. A body that trembles, a mind that stalls.

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

something slightly different than my previous corset pics. this was a short lacy gothic dress. I'd reverted back to a pale simple makeup for Halloween mainly white foundation with a little blusher

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

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

I love the way heels makes me feel.

Morning all 💋 little product review 👀 candy creams 🥰 new viral tiktok hair removal moose 🤔 love the scent, the cream is wonderful and makes my legs feel buttery smooth, the hair removal moose on the other hand isn’t all that, first off, i looked like a f👀kin yeti from the waist down, good job i was stood in the bath, it was everywhere 🤣 after standing around for 10 min, wiped off and hey presto the hair was still there 🤣 the can just about covered my legs and is therefore exspensive for a one shot 😮so not great im afraid, but my legs are really smooth and i smell delicious 🥰😈

I want someone to make me feel like a real woman and make love to me xxx

Hi sweets! 💋 Just a little FYI: I’m not looking for a Mistresss or Dominatrix, and I’m also not interested in a long-distance online Daddy or Master. I know this site is based in the UK, so most of you are probably Europeans — and that’s totally fine! I just love sharing here, meeting new friends, and if you ever make it to the States, especially San Diego, then hit me up! ☀️🇺🇸 I’m finally embracing my true gender identity, though I’m still a bit unsure whether I’m a #femboy (or #femman), a #crossdresser, a #sissy, or even #transgender. What I do know is that I’m the #girly #feminine #submissive receiver in a relationship. I love appearing as a #gurl and being treated — and thought of — like one. 🌸 I can be friends with fellow #crossdressers #sissies #trans and #femboys, and I get along great with #Mistressess too — but romantically, I’m attracted to masculine, manly men. I have such a soft spot for hairy men (I love the feeling of my smooth fem body against their strong, hairy chests 😍) and for older, mature men. I’m 47, so “older” to me means 50 and up… honestly, the older the better! So again, I’m not looking for a Mistresss or even an online Daddy. We can absolutely be friends — but I’m not paying for anything, and I can spot scams and pros a mile away. I’m here to connect, network socially, and show off a little. Thank you for reading! 💖 Kisses, Chrissy

Unraveling the Thread: How Clothing Has Been Used to Subjugate Women—and Why That’s Changing (continued) By Chrissy Clothing as Power—and Resistance Throughout history, clothing has helped define who was allowed to hold power. Male garments—uniforms, suits, boots—were made for authority. Female garments were not. This is why women were long excluded from spaces of governance and decision-making. Until just a few decades ago, women couldn’t wear pants in courtrooms or on the floor of the U.S. Senate. Power had a dress code—and that dress code was male. Today, those lines are blurring. The rise of androgynous and gender-neutral fashion challenges the old binaries. More people are rejecting the idea that clothes must conform to “male” or “female.” Icons like Harry Styles, Elliot Page, and Indya Moore are showing that fashion can be fluid, expressive, and liberating. Yet, as someone living with a transgender identity, I still feel the weight of those norms. When I wear a bra or slip on a dress, I’m not just “playing dress-up.” I’m aligning myself with my truth. I’m saying to the world—even if they can’t see it yet—that I know who I am. The Future: Beyond Gendered Fabric We are in the midst of a slow but powerful revolution. The #FreeTheNipple movement, the rise of unisex clothing lines, and the increased visibility of trans and nonbinary voices all point to one truth: gender expression cannot—and should not—be policed by fabric. But the work isn’t done. We still live in a world where a child in a skirt is bullied, where a trans woman is judged by her ability to “pass,” and where freedom of clothing is still a privilege, not a right. So yes, I dream of a world where clothes mean only what we want them to mean—where they’re tools of expression, not oppression. But until then, I will continue to express my identity, my truth, my womanhood—even if it’s still beneath the surface, hidden under layers. Because to wear what makes you feel like you is an act of quiet rebellion. And sometimes, rebellion begins in a closet. What are your thoughts? Love, Chrissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #CD #gurl #sissy #sissyboy #trans #tgirl #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #ladyboy #femboy #shemale

Unraveling the Thread: How Clothing Has Been Used to Subjugate Women—and Why That’s Changing By Chrissy Why do women have to cover their chests while men can go shirtless in public? It’s a question that may seem simple—but carries profound implications about gender, power, and control. What we wear has never been neutral. Clothing is one of the most immediate ways society tells us who we are, or who we’re allowed to be. And when it comes to gender, clothing has been weaponized—especially against women—for centuries. But this isn’t just about history. It’s about lived experience. It’s personal. My Own Journey Through the Fabric of Gender As someone still exploring my own gender identity, this topic isn’t abstract. I was always a little more feminine than masculine, even as a child. For years, I repressed it—hiding behind "boy clothes" and what society expected of me. But in time, especially through the support of loving partners and close relationships, I came to embrace not only my homosexuality but something even deeper: the truth of my transgender identity. I am a woman—a female self long trapped in a male body. Though I firmly believe clothing shouldn't define gender—because gender identity is internal, not sartorial—clothing still does carry that symbolic weight in our world today. And so, until I find the strength to publicly transition, I express my femininity in the ways that are available to me now: I wear bras and female underwear every day in secret beneath my outwardly masculine clothing. In private, I allow myself to wear skirts, dresses, lingerie, and the soft, beautiful fabrics that make me feel aligned with my true self. It’s not about performance. It’s about presence. It’s about reclaiming what was always mine. The History of Clothing as a Tool of Gender Control To understand how we got here, we must look back. Clothing began as a means of protection. But from early civilization onward, it evolved into a tool of social stratification—and eventually, a means of gender control. Ancient societies created strict visual codes for women, emphasizing modesty, submission, and containment. While men wore tunics or armor suited for movement, battle, and public life, women were wrapped, tied, bound, and veiled. The message was clear: men moved freely through the world. Women did not. In medieval and early modern Europe, this dichotomy hardened. Men's clothing was practical. Women’s clothing was restrictive, ornate, and often uncomfortably symbolic. Corsets, crinolines, and hoop skirts made running, fighting, or even breathing difficult. These garments weren’t just fashion—they were cages. If you were wearing a dress, you weren’t riding into battle. You weren’t speaking in court. You weren’t commanding an army or a kingdom. You were ornamental. You were controlled. Modesty, the Female Chest, and the Double Standard These patterns persist today—nowhere more clearly than in the sexualization of the female chest. The fact that a man can walk down the street shirtless without a second glance, while a woman can be arrested for doing the same, speaks volumes. This isn’t about modesty. It’s about power and shame. The female chest has been hyper-sexualized while simultaneously shrouded in taboo. This serves to objectify women and punish them at the same time. Even breastfeeding in public is controversial in many places—seen not as natural or maternal, but as obscene. This double standard is part of a larger system that says women must be desirable but modest, visible but not too loud, strong but not threatening. And clothing is the vehicle through which these contradictory demands are enforced. Clothing as Power—and Resistance Throughout history, clothing has helped define who was allowed to hold power. Male garments—uniforms, suits, boots—were made for authority. Female garments were not. This is why women were long excluded from spaces of governance and decision-making. Until just a few decades ago, women couldn’t wear pants in courtrooms or on the floor of the U.S. Senate. Power had a dress code—and that dress code was male. To be continued in next post... Love, Chrissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #CD #gurl #sissy #sissyboy #trans #tgirl #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #ladyboy #femboy #shemale

🌸 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

When the weather isn’t bright but you make it shine ✨

My First Crossdresser Makeover, Finding Confidence at Sensual Passions 💋 I finally took the leap and booked my first professional makeover with Sonia at Sensual Passions, and it turned out to be one of the most transformative experiences I’ve ever had. What started as pure nerves quickly became something empowering and deeply personal. Seeing myself reflected back in the mirror, not as a stranger but as me, was an emotional moment I’ll never forget. Sonia’s approach made everything feel safe, respectful, and affirming — I’d recommend it to anyone who’s ever thought about trying a makeover but felt too nervous to take that first step. I shared the full story (with all the details and reflections) on our site here: 👉 https://crossdressed.co.uk/sensual-passions-my-first-crossdresser-makeover/ How was your first makeover experience? What did it make you realise about yourself? 💄

Some screenshots from my latest video!: https://photos.app.goo.gl/RQucHsycTcgMboQR8 Hey sweets! I undress for you in this video! Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't put any makeup on or use a filter to feminize or soften my face, so I still look "manly," but I hope you enjoy this anyways? Please "like," leave a comment, and share! Sharing is caring! And you can message me too. I'll reply when I can. Thanks! Kisses! - Chrissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #sissy #sissyboy #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #tgirl #gurl #trans #transwoman #transgirl #transgender #nsfw #panty #panties #pantybulge #pantymodel #underwear #underwearmodel #underwearbulge #model #meninpanties

https://photos.app.goo.gl/RQucHsycTcgMboQR8 Hey sweets! I undress for you in this video! Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't put any makeup on or use a filter to feminize or soften my face, so I still look "manly," but I hope you enjoy this anyways? Please "like," leave a comment, and share! Sharing is caring! And you can message me too. I'll reply when I can. Thanks! Kisses! - Chrissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #sissy #sissyboy #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #tgirl #gurl #trans #transwoman #transgirl #transgender #nsfw #panty #panties #pantybulge #pantymodel #underwear #underwearmodel #underwearbulge #model #meninpanties