Wow! Really good! So cute!

Black is great-and gothic! Really beautiful!

Is incest ok or really bad?x

I really want sex

Really sweet! Be lovely!

Really enjoying this site

Lovely people, and even the vanilla folk complimented me! We old girls love an excuse to really dress up!

Hi, new here and looking for advice please? How do you cover up body hair if you cannot shave due to people realising something is different? X

That's nice, too! Why not? I like everything! Really cute!

Another picture! I think so too! Really beautiful! Cute!

Brought myself another new dress today from Evans in the sale I really love it so much

And now I'm really beautiful! Cute!

Really sweet! Damn beautiful!

Soon be the weekend again , more time for being the real me

Really warm or cold! So beautiful!

Really good for the pictures! Beautiful!

Are you really bored with crossdresser pictures? I need to know!

Gone a bit OTT on Temu - they do stickum nails wide enough for my shovel hands, or close enough! 19 & 20 mm Vs my 21 mm!
And some pretty undies found their way into the order, can't wait to try them on, Date Night and if he turns out to be *really* nice, and *Really* lucky, he might just get to see them!

Hello all you beautiful girls, Patti is not feeling very confident in her girly clothes, I need to know what you’ll really think of her? You can’t hurt my feelings, I just need to know an opinion, when I’m dressed I feel pretty and sometimes I feel really sexy but I want to look pretty and sexy, I hope everybody is having a wonderful day or night

Really great! Be lovely!

I must say I feel really feminine and attractive this evening

Really beautiful! Be lovely!

Thank you for accepting my friend requests, I really do appreciate it xx

I am sixty-five years old, and there are mornings when my bones creak like old floorboards, when the mirror offers me a face that has known too many winters. But there is also satin.

It begins there, always.

Not with the clothes people expect, not dresses or heels or anything loud, but with the quiet, shimmering certainty of a headscarf unfolded across my lap. Oversized. Generous. A full square of light, as if someone had captured a piece of dawn and stitched its edges.

I keep them in a pine ottoman chest at the foot of my bed. When I lift the lid, the faint scent of pine wood and time rises, mingling with the cool, whispering smoothness of fabric. They are stacked carefully: florals, paisleys, deep jewel tones, pale creams, even one the colour of storm clouds just before rain. Some are silk satin, impossibly soft, almost liquid. Others are polyester blends still glossy, still kind to the touch, but sturdier, as if meant for endurance.

I tell myself it began for practical reasons. Hair protection, I say. Friction reduction. At my age, what hair remains deserves gentleness. And it’s true the satin glides where cotton drags, it soothes where wool irritates. At night, when I wrap my head, I sleep more peacefully, my scalp free from the tug and dryness that used to wake me.

But that is only the surface of it.

The truth is, when I lift one of those oversized scarves sometimes a full 130 centimeters across it feels like lifting a veil between lives.

I was not always honest about who I was. For decades, I wore what was expected, spoke in the tones expected, moved through the world like a man following a script written long before I was born. There is a heaviness to that kind of living. It settles into your shoulders, your spine, your breath.

The first time I wrapped a satin headscarf around my head, I did it clumsily. I had watched videos, read guides. Fold into a triangle, they said. Bring the corners forward, tie at the nape or under the chin. Smooth the edges. Adjust.

I remember the colour deep burgundy, with a faint floral pattern that caught the light. When I tied it, the fabric slipped against itself with a soft hush, like a secret being kept.

And then I looked in the mirror.

I did not see a caricature. I did not see something absurd or theatrical. I saw softness. I saw a version of myself that had been waiting, patiently, beneath years of denial. The scarf framed my face, softened the lines, held me together in a way nothing else ever had.

Now, it is ritual.

In the mornings, I choose carefully. If I am staying in, I might select something large and enveloping a square so wide it can drape over my shoulders, falling like a shawl. Sometimes I wrap it turban style, tucking the ends neatly, letting the fabric build a quiet crown around my head. Other times, I let it hang loose, a triangle tied under my chin, like something out of an old photograph.

When I go out rarely, but more often than I used to, I choose patterns that feel like companions rather than disguises. A muted paisley. A soft, vintage floral. Nothing too bold, but never apologetic.

People look, of course. Some with curiosity, some with confusion. A few with kindness. I have learned to endure the rest. At sixty five, you realize that most people are too occupied with their own reflections to truly see yours.

At home, the scarves become more than adornment. They are utility, yes sleep caps, shoulder wraps, even something to tie around a bag handle for a touch of colour. But they are also comfort. When I feel the weight of years pressing too hard, I wrap one around my shoulders and sit by the window.

The satin catches the light differently at every hour. Morning makes it glow. Afternoon sharpens its sheen. Evening turns it into something softer, almost like memory.

Sometimes I run the fabric between my fingers, back and forth, feeling its smooth resistance, the way it refuses to snag or cling. It reminds me that gentleness can be strong. That something soft can endure.

I have more than I need. I know that. A drawer full, a chest full, a small collection that borders on obsession. There are handmade ones, with careful stitching at the edges. Reversible ones, satin on both sides, offering two moods in one piece. Silk feel ones that mimic luxury so well it hardly matters that they are not the real thing.

Each has a story, or at least a feeling attached to it. This one for sleepless nights. That one for quiet afternoons. Another for the rare courage of stepping outside as I am.

I do not pretend that a headscarf changes everything. The world is still the world. My body is still heavy, my steps still slow, my past still filled with compromises I cannot undo.

But when I tie that satin around my head, something aligns.

The fabric smooths not just my hair, but something deeper something that has always been frayed. It holds me, gently but firmly, in a shape that feels right.

And for a little while, that is enough.

Really bad! Stay there! Be lovely!

My name is Cait, and although I keep this inner twin side secret, I am not ashamed of who I am, I was made this way.
I believed I was a fetish and played the part for a long time not knowing really, deep down, Cait as as much a part of who I am as my Masculine mask and deserves the same self respect

I am not a fetish, I am not a mental illness, I am Cait, a manifestation of of my feminine side in balance with her Masculine.
I don't need the acceptance gained by degradation.

I hope this thought helps you.

Really beautiful! Honestly! Be lovely!

The fact that sony is now demanding license verification for digital game bought on the Playstation store is the main reason why i support owning physical copies but because the ps5 is so expansive i got the portal so i can play ps5 games the downside is i have had to go digital with my purchases. Sony states that license verification is a way to combat refund scams nah bro i bought the game i own it plain and simple sony needs to find a way to combat that issue without punishing the consumer because on the real thats a them problem not a consumer problem

Really great! Beautiful!

Really beautiful! Stay enjoy!

You know the only problem i love having is that i can make really good food but i can't decide what to make lmfao

Bachata always puts me in a better mood especially today but one song really resonates with me it's llora alma mia (my soul cries) by yoskar sarante because i have to let go of the person i care the most about.

Here’s a real one….

Cute isn’t she? X

This is how i would react in reality if i was caught,i would be so overwhelmed,its just the kind of person i am

Hey there Girls! How's y'all doing?
So I haven't been on here in a little while... I've been too busy turning 40, going on a cruise with my amazing partner and getting my own IRL Business off the ground. Exciting times!!!

I've been meaning for ages to jump back on here and keep my journey going, hopefully I can now a bit more. I've missed you! Well...some off you...maybe?

Here are a few more from my dress-sesh from last month, which seems so long ago now.
Was I on my 3rd bottle of wine here? I dunno (I'm sure I only bought two), but at this point I think I realized my bum looked pretty good in this skirt so was bending over a LOT more! Make of that what you will

Send some love or a comment if you like 'em. Hopefully I can be more active now...got some exciting things to post soon!
Much Love,
Rhiann
#crossdresser #crossdressing #miniskirt #femboy

Good evening girls thak goodness my wife working nights i can be my real self for 12 hours .

Has anybody in the UK been to Manchester sparkle weekend or are they planning on going this year? I want to go but I havnt been before so don't really want to go on my own. I know it's not until the end of June but I need to plan in advance

In search of glow-in-the-dark lipstick (not "UV fluorescent", "blacklight", Neon"), already have GITD nail polish (gel on top of stickums works really well!), been scouring Evilbay and Amazon, no luck yet - HELP! Want it for the Dungeon / darkroom when i'm out clubbing, the nail polish is useful for people to find and guide hands, but...

Really great! Stay pleasant! Cute!

I'm happy! Really beautiful!

Good morning! Really beautiful!

What a sight! Really great! Cute!

Really wonderful! Cute!

2026 is a sort of a anniversary its was 30 years ago i realised i was definitely bisexual i remember watching a man having sex with a ttans women i was so turned on and over the year i love cds to .

Pretty nosy! Really great! Cute!

Really beautiful! Lovely fun! Cute!

Feeling really kinky this morning dressed up x x
#latexskirt #lacepetticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

And a really gorgeous photo, in my opinion

I dreamt this happened to me and i woke up thinking oh my imagine this really happened to me,i don't know how i would react

Imagine this! Which of these two pictures is the best? Really cool!