Morning girls x from a real horrid start to the day in notts x not even bothered venturing out of the door xx

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

This shouldn't get me in trouble, that's not a real vag, though I wish it was! Kisses! -Chrissy I have more in my blog: 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

I say I am ok but really I wanna be the centre stage of a Weiner fest 😻🎁

The Price of Girl's Pride 💔 My Real Crossdressing Story on Youtube: https://youtu.be/mj32BhEBzMU?si=bXIMnV58c9iUSjw5 #crossdresser #crossdressing #femboy #crossdressers #sissy #maid

Evening girls, I really like this dress I got on Vinted, it feels classy (so probably shouldn't have hitched it up over my bum 🤔). The poor picture quality doesn't do it justice, which is really annoying 😡, am still trying to get to the bottom of that problem 🧐

Didnt realise this picture still existed!! My better half found it on an old phone. My first bra! A 38C plunge, ASDA's finest 😆

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

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

Well time for bed. spending way too much time and effort against these scammers tonight but also some of the real people on here just being total knobs and i mean literally too. How many times do you have to tell people not to have their shrimps out! It doesn't help when people send them positive comments. Just don't encourage them, and if you're into seeing little pinkies then this isn't the site for you. PS for the hairy guys in tights please try and cover up or shave ffs. rant over. love you lots ❤️

When a scammer sees my posts this is what they really look like

I usually find it difficult to express myself so directly, especially when speaking publicly, but I want to say that I often see many people dressed up here and that you are all really beautiful and attractive. I say this sincerely, especially because I think few people here point it out, so I just wanted to say that you have beautiful photos and that I admire your carefree attitude, one of the reasons why I chose to stay here. Otherwise, I'll blush, it's not easy for me to express myself. 😊

Hello, everyone! I hope you all had a great weekend and that you have an excellent week ahead 🙏😊🫶 This morning, waking up is a bit difficult—I don't really want to get out of bed 🤣🤣🤣. Take care of yourselves. 🥰😘

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.

Christmas is cumming! Here is a traditional Christmas story! lol : It happened last Christmas Eve. Snow whispered against my window, blanketing the world in a serene hush as I drifted off under layers of warmth. The soft glow of the Christmas lights outside painted gentle colors on my walls, blending with the lace and satin of the red lingerie I had on. A sudden thud on the roof jolted me awake. My heart raced as I strained to hear more, the sound of bells jingling faintly and what could only be the sneeze of an animal carried through the stillness. I sat up, clutching my blankets closer. Moments later, a creak echoed from downstairs, like footsteps crossing the living room floor. Still groggy but alert, I reached for my phone, ready to call for help if needed. Peering cautiously into the hallway, I heard a deep, hearty laugh resonate through the house. “Ho, ho, ho!” The voice was unmistakable, rich and warm, and yet impossible. Santa? No, it had to be some burglar pulling a strange stunt. My skepticism flared as I crept down the stairs, each step measured and quiet. When I reached the living room, I froze. The space was bathed in a soft, unearthly glow, and standing before the tree was a man who looked every bit the part of Santa Claus—velvet red suit, snowy white beard, and a twinkle in his eye that seemed almost magical. He was munching on the cookies I’d left out as a joke, milk in hand. "What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled indignant. The man turned around to look at me. "Watch your language, Chrissy," he scolded me gently. "You're already on my naughty list." "How did you know my name?" "Ho, ho, ho! I know everything about you, including when you're sleeping and when you are awake. I'm Santa!" "Santa isn't real!" "So you don't believe your eyes?" "You're just some thug dressed up as Santa." "Ho, ho, ho! Look up at the roof and tell me how a thug got a magical sleigh and a team of magical, flying reindeer. Ho, ho, ho!" I didn't have to look, the noise I heard on my roof earlier lined up perfectly with that of reindeer. "But...but...you're not real." I stuttered. "Chrissy, I'm as real as you want me to be. And you have been naughty. Ho, ho, ho!" "If that's true," I challenged. "Why are you in my home?" "Ho! Ho! Ho! Because I love naughty boys, I give them a big gift! Ho! Ho! Ho!" With that he unbuckled his black broad buckled belt and unzipped his red pants. Out jumped his huge, wrinkled, snow-white penis, uncut of course with lots of foreskin, and it was hard and long. There was pre-cum already dripping from it. Santa winked at me then said, "cum get your gift, Chrissy. Ho! Ho! Ho!" Being the naughty ladyboy femboy slut I am, I complied and fell to my knees in front of Santa. I grabbed his rock-hard cock and squeezed it while placing my lips around it. It was so salty, vinegary, wet and sticky. His manjuices were already leaking into my mouth as I sucked on him. slurp slurp slurp I stroked his dick as I sucked, then started fucking him with my mouth...going up and down, up and down on his penis...my tongue would lick the tip and shaft at times. Santa's dick started to swell and throb...but he pushed my head away. "Ho, ho, ho! He said, "I finish in naughty boy's ass." (Continued in next post) #sissy #femboy #transgender #gurl #sissyboy #tgirl #CD #crossdresser #crossdressing #transgirl #transwoman #adultcontent #nsfw

Here is one of my awsome photos. (I made several) Using my own body, from when I was in Germany over 10 years ago. I did have a wig on and small breast inserts. At that point in my life I weighed 137pounds. I now am about 158lbs but starting to diet again. Couple of changes now, is my hair is now mid-back length and my breasts are now real Bs. But I think I am a bit chunky. Acording to my current diet plan I can reach 138lbs again by next April. Please give me comments? Dawn 🥰

If you haven't already, you ever think you will reveal your hidden side? I really want to now there's nothing to lose but I live in a pretty backwards old town and life would be made hell with the frustrated secretly curious men. I know I could move, but I love my homelands and I am sick of new beginnings. Thank you 😻

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.

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What's the difference between a manly lesbian and a really short guy who works in the meat department? One is pretty butch, but the other is a little butcher! 😂

Back pain is a real bitch 😩

So, my aunt lives in the forest. She asked me to help her cleaning the roof of leaves and needles. As today was a cold but sunny day, I though wearing nice panties on the root is a good idea. I took g-string, the same I am wearing on the attached picture (To avoid all questions concerning the picture: Under my regular cloth I was wearing just g-string. No heels, stockings etc. I would love to do the work all dressed up, but as I mentioned yesterday – We have really cold November). The problem was, that this time the roof was really wet and slippery. At one point a was really on the verge of falling down. In that instant moment, the millisecond I thought that the doctors in the Hospital will be so excited with my sexy panties and……. It turned me on. I didn’t fall. The obvious moral of this story is….. it is so curious how the human brain works…….. Good evening Everybody.

Deep throat my plug wish it was the real thing x

🌑 t.me/DisciplineMommy 🌑 Send me a private message begging for entry into my training attendance Only then will you begin your path to becoming the best, most devoted submissive sissy girl under my heart’s discipline and serious service to prove the reality of the slut

I absolutely love wearing a bra, dress and ladies cardigan lol, real fetish of mine x

To the ladies Whats it like to have real breasts? Intrigued

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

I just love to wear tennis dresses. Even though I am quite feminine I do have tone and fitness. And the tennis court is where I can show this off. Background provided by AI. But, reality is I have worn several of my tennis dresses on several local tennis courts and as far as I know I was never read as a male. Comments please. 🥰

Her boobs look real 😍

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

Oh dear, how sad, never mind - "CelineTv" appears to have blocked me, is it cos i called her a wanker for not following the Rules In The Big Red Box? Well, no loss, her pics are, frankly, gross and exactly the sort that transphobes use to spread the lie that we're all fat, slovenly, weirdos dressed in cheap knockoffs of latex fetishwear so overstretched that Anyone Can Always Tell. Nice not to have them on my feed, really.

Not really into hold up stockings, but hopefully someone will like the pictures. 💋

My story on how cross dressing helped me discover my true identity. It all started when I was maybe 13 or 14 years old. I would see my mom or sister throwing out clothes they didn't wear anymore. Like anyone in that situation, I snuck out what I wanted and hid them in the bottom of my closet. Then when I'd go over to my sisters and catch her throwing out clothes and such, I'd sneak around getting what I wanted. I would be at my sisters and somehow manage to take 15 pairs of panties and a few bras I wanted. Later on, I started questioning my own gender identity. There were often times I'd try to hide or suppress who I really was inside out of fear. That fear was mainly driven by what society may think. I'm glad cross dressing has helped me come to realize later on, that I'm a trans woman. It's been the cross dressing community over the years via MeWe which has shown mea lot of love and support. So I'm glad to have gotten my start in this path through cross dressing!

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

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 The Meeting That Got Out of Hand I showed up to the office dressed in my “Supervisor” uniform — black polo shirt tucked neatly into black pants, shiny work shoes. On the outside, I looked like any middle manager headed into a boring meeting. But under it all, I wore my little secret: a lacy pink bra and panties. Just knowing they were against my skin made me shiver with anticipation. The room looked like an office conference space, complete with a long table, chairs, and quarterly reports scattered around. Five others were waiting — three men in polos like mine, and two women in skirts and blouses. I sat down and kept tugging at my shirt, worried my bra straps might show. That’s when one of the women leaned over and smirked. “Chris… is that lace I see under your collar?” My stomach flipped. I froze, heat rushing to my face. Everyone’s eyes snapped to me. The strap had slipped just enough to peek out. One of the men chuckled, leaning forward. “No way… are you wearing a bra under that uniform?” My hands fumbled at my collar, trying to hide it. “I… maybe.” My voice cracked. The woman reached over and tugged my shirt down just enough to reveal the delicate strap, then the curve of lace against my chest. Gasps, then laughter, but not cruel — hungry. Aroused. “Stand up,” another man said. “Show us.” I hesitated only a second before rising to my feet. Heart pounding, I pulled my polo up, exposing the pink bra stretched across my chest. The room went silent, then filled with low groans of approval. “Fuck, Chrissy,” one of them whispered. “Turn around.” I obeyed, bending slightly. My waistband had slipped low enough that the lacy panties showed above my pants. Someone reached out, tugging them down just enough to expose the curve of my ass. The first touch made me gasp — a hand sliding over the silk, squeezing, then pulling my pants down around my thighs. Now I was standing in front of them in bra and panties, my cock already swelling against the lace. They closed in. A woman pressed her lips to mine, lipstick smearing as her tongue slid into my mouth. Hands roamed everywhere — groping my ass, tugging at my nipples through the bra, cupping my cock through the panties. “Get on the table,” the tall man ordered. I climbed onto the polished surface, lying back as they surrounded me. Someone yanked my panties aside, freeing my cock, already dripping. A hot mouth enveloped me, sucking hard, while another tongue flicked over my nipple, teeth grazing until I cried out. My legs were spread wide, panties shoved down, and I felt a slick finger pushing into my ass, stretching me open. I moaned around the cock one of the men slid between my lips, gagging as he held my head and thrust deep. It was a blur of sensation. One man fucking my throat, another pumping into my ass, their bodies grinding against me while the women took turns riding my face and jerking my cock. The table shook with every thrust, papers scattering like a storm. “Good little slut,” someone growled in my ear as they pounded into me from behind, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the office. My cock spurted across my stomach, hot and sticky, but they didn’t stop. They used me until I was soaked with cum inside and out, my bra twisted, panties torn, lipstick smeared across my face. When it was finally over, I lay sprawled on the table, trembling, dripping, utterly used. The others buttoned their shirts, straightened their skirts, laughing softly as though the meeting had gone exactly as planned. I wiped the mess from my lips, my chest still heaving. “So…” I whispered, voice raw, “should I type up the minutes?” The room erupted in laughter — and I knew I’d just passed my first real office initiation. -Chrissy

Really love this outfit..

I am wearing a bra, black panties and a black mini skirt today. My wife is out of it. It feels great. I really like the necklace.

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? 💄

I really enjoy looking like a woman. Yes , some of those photos are obviously filters , but I would look like that if I learned how to use makeup and a wig. Which hairstyle do you like better? #crossdresser #crossdressing #model #modeling #sissy #sissyboy #femboy #femboys ##shemale #gurl #tgirl #trans #transgender #transgirl ##transwoman ##lgbtq #gay

About “Shemale Chrissy” Hello everyone, I want to introduce myself and share a little bit of my story with you. This is a space where I can express who I am—openly, honestly, and without shame. I’m still exploring parts of my identity, learning more about myself every day, and I hope to find friends, support, and maybe even a sense of belonging along the way. I want to clarify that I mean no offense to biological women. I deeply respect the struggles and experiences they have faced and continue to face. I acknowledge that I will never fully understand what it feels like to be a woman from birth, nor can I claim to have experienced that journey firsthand. That said, I’ve always felt more feminine than masculine and genuinely enjoy being perceived as a woman. Given my age, I don’t believe I can—or want to—fully transition or live as a woman full time. In truth, I may simply be a crossdresser who expresses their femininity in ways that make them feel whole. What matters to me is being able to embrace and live that side of myself authentically, even if it isn’t “traditional.” I also want to be honest about the terms I use to describe myself. I sometimes refer to myself as a “sissy” or a “shemale,” among other words. I mean no offense by these labels—they’re simply part of how I’m exploring my identity and finding language that fits me. Sometimes I use filters or soft edits in photos—not to trick anyone—but to help me live out a personal dream or fantasy, even just digitally. It’s for me, a way to see myself as I’ve always imagined. I like showing off and receiving compliments on my body. Growing up, I never really got that kind of positive attention, and expressing this side of me now is both empowering and healing. Recently, I’ve also realized that I want to showcase this part of myself more openly—perhaps even as a model. For me, this isn’t just performance; it’s a way to claim my identity and celebrate my femininity with confidence. Yes, some of the content I create and share is adult or pornographic in nature. I understand that’s not for everyone, and I respect that. But for me, it’s an expression of pride, sensuality, and self-love. More than anything, I’m here to find friends, support, and community—to connect, share experiences, and network with people who understand or want to learn. Thank you for your understanding and support. ❤️#crossdresser #shemale #sissy #lgbtq #nsfw #crossdressing #gay #trans #gurl #bio #transgirl #tgirl #transwoman #transgender

Well......I guess that was to be expected really. Looks like both my Agency and, the place I was delivering for, have done the dirty on me. After all the deliveries I've already done, they're now claiming that the reason I'm not being called in, is because of the now 'ancient' shoulder injury I sustained, when I was working with the tyres. Apparently, they don't think I'm up to doing 'heavy deliveries' so, they have no further work for me. Seriously? What a load of crap, the gutless tossers just won't say to my face that, they don't want me there, they had to fabricate some absolute BS which my agency, is fully believing!!

dom.goddess reported. The thing that I really like about this site is that is has some real people on here. I suspect your profile extends no further than your fetid imagination, it doesn't even say where you live ffs. Moron.

Whenever 3 women compliment you, a guy stared at you until he realized your a "man" ❤️ love it ass the beads are plugged in to love it. I haven't been out for about 3 weeks it felt amazing

Love to dress and be the real me

Been so horny tonight Been lubed up and dressed since 9pm Get myself to the point im gonna cum Then stop So desperate to cum now. Really fancy eating my own load

I am new to the crossdressing scene and could use some help finding the real me. I open for all and any new experiences. To be a bit more specific i am looking for some like minded people in and around York now, willing to talk and meet with me. 💋

Summer 2021, was advised by my friends.... Laura.... you really need to start wearing a bra! So I got measured up, and I couldn't believe my first bra was a ..... 38C!