AgeVerif has been a real pain in the butt

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

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

Real life....

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

Real life....

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

Real life......

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

Real life.....

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

Love to those that need it x

Gym wear next!!

Really need a shave lol

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

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

Spending the evening at a fairly kinky club, realising you've a hotter body than about half the cis women there...

Shame about the face.

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

(How to Spot a Fake)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you didn't even flinch!"
"Just makes me wiggle my bum, really..."

Tried to get on for an hour or so , verification is a joke , it's really going to ruin the group , not like they don't know who I am ,

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

i feel really sissy in this dress

"I'm not really bad, I'm just drawn that way!"

Guess who?!!

A Real Secretary always wears a Satin Blouse

First off, I love this cute little set! Second, I have breasts, lol, via Ai...super cool. They look nice, but too bad theyre not real, lol.

This is a video of me when I was 20 in a tennis dress I no longer have - really is a fun image, before the great image quality we have today. I think I weighted about 120 pounds. I was really showing off my feminine energy and almost everyone thought I was a girl. So young, soft and girlish was I back then.

This site really has gone downhill ( and not in an Olympic event style )
Worse every time I come back - hey ho .

I really live the feel of Satin String Bikini Panty. My FAVORITES

Patti got a new body suit, bare legs really shows my age, I’m sorry if I disrespected anyone but I love it he way I was feeling especially with heels on

I'm not really interested in chatting here People who have Telegram, of course not men, just crossdressers
Telegram username: @ArrasAdam

White is really growing on me!

Patti realized just how smooth her legs feel in this silky nightie

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

Hi im Hannah.....
Looking for honest n real cd or anyone wants to get to know me

This is one of the longer dresses I have and I really enjoy it... even though it's gray, I'm blooming in it

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

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

So this is really me with an AI background.

I'm starting to think that red is really my color... what do you think?

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

We Have The Power To Create Our Own Reality; DREAM IT , THINK IT , SAY IT , DO IT ... #crossdressing

You know what I’m realising as I get older. And it can probably be applied to every generation… But if you were born in the 80s like me we will probably get a long. We probably lived very similar lives, music, school experiences and probably started crossdressing the same way. That’s not to say I won’t or don’t get on with older or younger people, it's just 80s is the sweet spot.

I'm just all alone here partying all by myself and hard and horny is there any one else that would like to chat me really hard and fast lol

Someone I just met really likes this one ..I'm new to this should I wear it for them ?

Had a fantastic morning trying on my shoes and boots. I really loved every minute of it. Each pair worn with Stockings. :)

It has been a while since I could be Patti ( myself ) and I really miss being her, I love the feeling of wearing heels and a short dress to show off my legs( old ) Patti really wants to dress up with another cd and maybe if the timing is right have some fun being Patti and her girlfriend, I would love to dress in swim wear and hang on the beach and then get dressed up in a pretty dress with makeup and some sexy looking heels and go out to a beach bar maybe even do a little dancing , the only problem is which dress to wear!

Any married men fancy talking about their journey and how they manage their relationship both open and in the closet from their partners.

I’m interested in finding relatable friends. I am married and my wife knows this side of me. She is supportive but not involved. So it would be great talking to like minded men or even females of crossdressers who might be here searching for answers.

I’m here. I’m genuine. I’m real.
And a good listener but also talk and say too much occasionally.

DM’s open. 🫶🫡

Forget the fake tedium of Dommes and cash cows that haunt this place - where’s the sexy mentors - no cash exchanges and frauds - but someone who really is into this as much as I am and wants to be online and loving life with a fucking brilliant individual:p xxx

Hi. Really like to chat with a crossdresser not a normal guy thanks x

Oh well another clear out of janes stuff for the charity bag , didnt realise it was all mounting up again . Oh yeah Afternoon x

I know I’m just a cross dresser and a sissy slut, what in the hell is wrong with the ********** and goddesses thinking I would pay them for something I could get for free, they only have fake ones and I can get a real one for free because cds and trans girls are sexier than any ******** , I’ve ever seen , I wish everyone a beautiful day filled with happiness and heels

Are the bots really that badly programmed, like "Goddessanna", no friends, no pics, no info on her profile then after having 6 of them declined I ask "why do you keep sending me friend requests, we've never chatted, you have a blank profile, what is there to befriend? "

"Am ******* Anna"

My, how informative...

Ugh such a boring app no one even talks to you and even when they do they ghost what's up with that for real

Bought this short dress yesterday from Op Shop for $5! I absolutely love it. Really shows off my legs

She chose the necklace last.
That was always how it went, hair first, then the glasses, the careful line of lipstick that made her look like she knew what she was doing even when she didn’t. The mirror showed her a woman with copper rose hair and a smile she’d practiced for years, one that said I’m fine, thank you, without inviting questions.
The turquoise collar lay on the dresser like a memory she wasn’t ready to wear today.
Instead, her fingers closed around the spinel and garnet strand.
It was cool in her hand, heavier than it looked. The stones weren’t perfect, no two were the same. Pink spinel caught the light softly, purple deepened toward dusk, and the garnets glowed like embers that refused to go out. Freeform. Unapologetic. Honest. She liked that about them. They didn’t pretend to be anything other than what they were.
The magnetic clasp clicked shut at the back of her neck with a small, decisive sound.
At 51 centimetres, the necklace didn’t sit high and declarative like the turquoise one. It rested lower, closer to the heart. A quiet line of colour against her skin, silver tones flickering when she moved. It didn’t announce her presence, it stayed with her.
She leaned closer to the mirror.
The spinel echoed the warmth of her hair. The garnet answered the lipstick. Together they softened her face, drew the eye downward, slowed everything. This wasn’t a necklace for making an entrance. It was for conversations that lasted longer than planned. For afternoons that drifted into evening. For being seen without being displayed.
She smiled again this time without rehearsing it.
Some jewellery was armour. Some was memory. This one felt like continuity, like all the versions of herself agreeing, briefly, to coexist. The woman who once wore turquoise like a shield. The woman who now preferred stones that looked as if they’d lived a little.
She reached for her coat, left the turquoise where it was, and stepped out.
The necklace moved with her not loudly, not urgently but faithfully, stone against skin, colour against breath, proof that beauty didn’t have to shout to be real.