I think it's time to get some new stockings. I did have a rather large supply of Fiore stockings, but sadly lots of them have laddered, only a couple of new ones left! I did find them to be very good quality and a nice fit. better than the ones from Shein and AliX, they were just too small and one batch of fishnets almost cut of the circulation in my thighs! I do prefer stockings to holdups, just because I love the suspender belt. Well, supose it's time to shop!!

Maria, Temu, and the Erotics of Sovereignty
Desire doesn’t vanish when you come out of the closet. Sometimes it intensifies. For many of us, the first place we allowed ourselves to explore softness wasn’t a mirror but a shopping cart.
Late at night, scrolling through Temu, your fingers hovering over lace, satin, heels, wigs — you feel both shame and excitement. This is not just consumerism. It’s confession. It’s the nervous system reaching for a taste of the forbidden in the safest way it can.
The Temu Confessional
Apps like Temu make desire frictionless. A few taps, a few clicks, and a world of clothes appears. For a closeted cross-dresser, this can feel like oxygen: finally, a way to try on the self in secret. Packages arrive unmarked. The closet fills quietly.
But with the thrill often comes a hangover. You tear open the bag, hold the fabric to your face, feel the rush of dopamine. And then — shame. The ghost whispers. The mask tightens. The cycle begins again.
This is not moral failure. It is the nervous system trying to circulate energy in the only way it knows how.
From Consumption to Ritual
Maria reframes this. She does not shame the click, the purchase, the dress. She asks: What am I seeking? What am I feeding?
When you shift from impulse to intention, Temu stops being a guilty pleasure and becomes a ritual. Each purchase is a small act of sovereignty. Each garment a message: I exist. I am allowed to clothe this body in softness.
Instead of hiding the package like contraband, you open it with reverence. You let yourself breathe. You let Maria into the room.
The Erotic Current
Cross-dressing is always erotic at first because danger and desire are fused in the nervous system. The fabric is not just fabric; it is a current. Maria does not deny the eroticism; she integrates it.
When you wear the dress consciously, when you allow desire without shame, the chemistry changes. Dopamine is joined by oxytocin. The tremor softens. The erotic becomes energy, not just arousal. It becomes nourishment, not just loop.
Temu as Training Ground
Temu and apps like it can be traps — endless scrolling, endless spending, endless hiding. But they can also be training grounds for sovereignty: a place to learn what you like, to name what you desire, to claim it as yours.
Maria does not throw away the app. She uses it as mirror. She asks: Does this purchase feed my ghost or my sovereignty? Does it deepen shame or open freedom?
The Love of Temu
There is nothing wrong with loving Temu if you know what you’re doing. Love the colors, the fabrics, the possibilities. Love the quiet thrill of seeing yourself reflected in an item you never thought you could own. But love it as a step, not a substitute. Love it as a doorway, not a cage.
When Maria loves Temu, she loves it as a tool of becoming, not a hiding place.
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Reflection: Turning Clicks into Sovereignty
1. Name Your Pattern
How do you use apps like Temu? As thrill? As escape? As quiet self-expression? Write it down honestly.
2. Reframe the Purchase
Take your next garment or accessory and treat it as ritual. Before opening it, breathe. Say: I welcome this as a piece of my wholeness.
3. Feel the Current
When you wear what you’ve bought, notice your body. Where is the tremor, the thrill, the shame, the relief? Write down what you feel.
4. Anchor the Energy
Ask yourself: What is one small way I can bring this softness into my life outside the closet — even without the garment? Write it as a commitment.
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Desire is not the enemy. Shopping is not sin. Temu is not shame. They are currents. When Maria steps in, the current becomes conscious. What was once a loop becomes a ritual. What was once a guilty pleasure becomes a small act of sovereignty.

Purging and Relapse: The Closet Emptied, the Closet Filled
Every sissy knows the ritual of purging.
The drawer emptied into a trash bag. The bag hidden under other garbage so no one will know. The silent vow: Never again.
The relief is immediate. Shame is gone — for a day, a week, a month. But then the ache returns. The scroll begins. Another package arrives. The drawer fills again.
Relapse feels like failure. But it is not failure. It is the nervous system struggling to hold contradictions too heavy to carry.
Why We Purge
Purging is an attempt at control. The body surges with guilt, cortisol spikes, and the mind seeks a way out. If the clothes are gone, the ghost is gone. If Maria is erased, the shame will end.
But Maria is not in the drawer. She is in the soil of your body. Throwing away fabric cannot silence her. The purge never removes her; it only resets the cycle.
The False Relief
The moment after purging feels like freedom. But it is not freedom — it is emptiness. What you feel is not sovereignty but sedation. The closet is not healed; it is hollow.
Soon the body remembers. Desire stirs. The loop rebuilds. And you are back where you began, only now with more shame: Why did I waste money? Why can’t I stop?
Maria’s Perspective
Maria does not condemn the purge. She understands it. She knows you were not trying to destroy her; you were trying to silence the unbearable tension between ghost and mask.
But she whispers: What if, this time, you don’t throw me away? What if you let me stay — not as secret, not as shame, but as part of you?
From Purge to Integration
The way forward is not in the trash bag. It is in integration. Instead of purging, you begin to curate. Instead of relapse, you begin to allow.
One dress left in the drawer. One garment worn without rushing to climax. One name whispered aloud without apology. Small acts of sovereignty that soften the nervous system, teaching it that Maria does not need to be hidden or destroyed.
The End of Relapse
Relapse ends not when desire disappears but when shame does. When Maria is allowed to live in the open, the cycle breaks. You no longer swing between indulgence and destruction. You live in continuity, not collapse.
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Reflection: From Purge to Presence
1. Your Last Purge
Recall the last time you threw everything away. What drove you to it? Write down the fear in detail.
2. The Relief
How long did the relief last before the ache returned? Write the number of days or weeks.
3. Maria’s Drawer
Imagine one item you could keep — not hidden in shame, not thrown away, but kept as Maria’s presence. Write: This piece reminds me that Maria is real.
4. Breaking the Cycle
Write one sentence beginning: Next time I feel the urge to purge, I will… (breathe, call a friend, remind myself Maria cannot be thrown away).

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A small part of your day with me. It can be enjoyable or painful. It all depends on whether you deserve pleasure or punishment.

I'm still travelling with my wife, currently in Portugal. Our accommodation had a nice little courtyard, so my wife took some photos of me dressed....I only brought a small selection of clothes, but just enough so I can dress in each country we visit

Today’s little video clip.
A sexy little red number with suspenders and a small skirt.

How Female Hormones Affect a Sissy’s Body and Mind
For many sissies, taking feminizing hormones (HRT – Hormone Replacement Therapy) is more than just a fetish—it’s a deliberate step toward physical and mental feminization. Estrogen and anti-androgens don’t just alter appearance; they reshape desires, sensations, and even self-perception.

1. Key Hormones and Their Effects

Estrogen (Estradiol)

The primary female hormone, responsible for:
Softer, smoother skin – reduces pores and oiliness.
Fat redistribution – to hips, butt, and breasts (creating a feminine silhouette).
Slows body/facial hair growth – makes body hair finer and sparser.
Reduces muscle mass – leads to a softer, more delicate physique.
Emotional changes – increases sensitivity and mood fluctuations.

Anti-Androgens (Spironolactone, Cyproterone Acetate, etc.)

Block testosterone, enhancing estrogen’s effects:
Suppresses erections – random arousal becomes rare.
Shrinks testicles – they gradually reduce in size.
Lowers libido – but may shift desires toward submission.

Progesterone (Optional)

May enhance breast growth and affect mood (some report feeling more "dreamy").

2. How Hormones Change a Sissy’s Life

Physical Changes

Breast development – small buds form within months, growing into soft breasts.
Curvier hips & butt – fat deposits reshape the body.
Softer facial features – jawline and skin texture become more feminine.
Thinner body hair – though existing hair won’t disappear without laser/electrolysis.
Psychological Changes

Heightened emotions – more prone to crying, tenderness, and mood swings.
Shift in sexuality – desire becomes more receptive, focused on touch and submission.
Increased submissiveness – some report stronger urges to please and obey.
Sexual Changes

Weaker erections – or none at all without stimulation.
"Full-body" orgasms – less localized, more wave-like (similar to female orgasms).
Reduced semen – may dry up completely over time.
3. Risks and Considerations

⚠ Hormones are not toys! Potential risks (without medical supervision):

Blood clots, liver issues, depression.
Possible infertility (sometimes permanent).
Irreversible changes (breast growth won’t reverse after stopping).
For mild feminization – some try phytoestrogens (soy, red clover), but effects are weak.//t.me/DisciplineMommy

Small very small...yes,i'm a sissy
#sissy #nylon #crossdresser #transgender #feminization

Was thinking about typing out something so funny that it's legibility was questioned. Gin martinis taste better, but vodka ones just **** ya up mo' betta.
Don't forget my fellow faggot ass retards, police liaison is another way for the pigs to build a believable case against you and me.
Overthrow small government here at home because the Republicans just want peace. Nukkke the nuclear families and indoctrinate all races under age 30 like selfish wise men should.
GOD BLESS GAY AMERICA

Joanne's kinky night on the golf course.
Joanne (48, a librarian by day, a siren of the twilight by night) adjusted the black lace bra & panties set and stockings, its delicate fabric a stark contrast to the rough texture of the damp grass beneath her bare feet & slipped on her black heels. The golf course, usually a scene of quiet precision, was her personal stage tonight. A setting sun cast long, skeletal shadows, transforming the manicured greens into an ethereal landscape. Tonight’s performance featured a selection of rather… large props nestled in her oversized handbag: a collection of vibrant, sculpted silicone anal toys, each promising a different kind of ecstatic violation of her arse. Her camera & tripod, a trusty Canon EOS, hung from her shoulder, ready to capture the all the moments of her self-expression, her daring exhibitionism & dizzy hights of pleasure under the watchful gaze of the setting sun. She hoped, with a thrill that sent a shiver down her spine, that someone, some stranger, would stumble upon her, witness her transgressive ritual.

Suddenly, a flicker of movement in the periphery – a woman, stood silently among the shifting light and shadows, motionless all but a slight movement under her top, was she caressing her breast, Joanne couldn’t quite see through the lengthening shadows cast by the warm light now fading sun, she walked silently towards her, her eyes transfixed upon Joannes hand, now clutching a black 18 inch silicone dildo, dripping with lube, with an unnerving glance and a very slight but nervous smile, she said nothing, her hand was on her breast squeezing it quite intensely. Joanne, momentarily startled, didn't scream or run. Instead, a perverse curiosity overcame her fear. This was unexpected, far beyond her usual nocturnal escapades, but something she had fantasised about for many years.
The woman approached, gazing at her discarded panties laying on the grass, then curiously picked them up & inspecting them, “nice” she softly said, “ don’t mind me, I’m happy to see what you intend doing with your toys” Joanne tried to talk, but her mouth was dry with fear and she trembled with anticipation of what this evening may become, one of the anal toys she had not long before putt in her arse was slipping, she could feel the lube running down her leg, then it did, it dropped from her & their it laid out on the dew-kissed grass! OMG, I’m so embarrassed Joanne squeaked like a fool, the woman smiled as she gazed upon the size of the slippery escapee, the woman took a few more steps towards Joanne, she was just inches from her trembling body, she could smell her musk perfume hanging in the air, she wasn’t young, perhaps in her early fifties with dark but dies hair, pale skin and piercing blue eyes “turn around” she spoke in soft Irish accent that was calming and sweet. Joanne obliged and turned her back to her, she felt the woman’s hand upon hers slowly taking the long black snakelike toy from Joanne’s hand, with a gentleness Joanne hadn’t felt since being in the company of her mother she felt a hand gently caress her back and ever so gently pushed her into a bent over position, in that moment she felt she was in the most amazing place had ever known, to her amaze the woman slowly pushed the toy into her arse, not working it in and out but with one long slow determine push, it slid all the way into her arse. With the lady now leaning into Joannes back, her perfume intense in Joanne’s nose it was almost like a drug, sending her into a heavenly blissful trance. The woman took her other hand reached around to grasp Joannes ****, it was so cool, soft and gentil, almost childlike, slowly teasing her fingers over the tip, playing with a small drop of precum that she found dripping from the head, this seemed to go on for a eternity, slowly increasing the rhythm and grip, Joanne could feel her pleasure building as her shaft grew harder and harder, she slipped one hand behind her and found the top of the woman’s shorts and panty line, slowly she slid her hand down to the woman’s neatly shaved vulva, but just at that brief moment of contact Joanne burst bout a great grown and stood shaking all over from head to foot, her hot moist seamen flowed from her the woman’s grasp, falling to the floor and landing on Joannes discarded panties.
Feeling a little faint, Joanne fell to her stocking clan knees, then to her hands, panting like a hot hound and quivering like a leaf on a tree she couldn’t believe what had just happened, composing herself she turned to face the mystery woman, she had gone, as silently as she had appeared, the sing that she had ever been present was a small white flower laying next to Joanne’s now spoilt panties.

Hii everybody hope those in the UK are having a lovely bank holiday weekend I have been on holiday in Derbyshire recently and went on a really cute small train at the Steeple Grange Light Railway and would certainly recommend it 🩷🩷 xx

Serious question how do those enjoy things in their bottom prepare for bigger things ? Is a matter of starting small and working up ? And how often does it need to be?

it's a small thing, but, those little bumps that say suspenders under here are so very very sexy

Hrt is starting to give me a small bust

In my white outfit and trying my new piss gag to get a good feel for it, now I just need to find a small group of horny men to put it too good use....

While I understand that Crossdressing encompasses many smaller fetish groups, submissives, sissies, Dominants, adult babies etc etc, but they are not crossdressing as such but extra sub sections that grow from dressing femme. I am no prude and have tried most of the sub sections, but out of respect for other girls and myself I will ONLY chat about my experiences and show risque pictures in private chat. Like a lot of girls here I don't want to see cocks or nude asshole while I am enjoying a meal. There is a time and place for everything but not on the main wall. This is supposed to be a SOCIAL site not a porn one

This corset is getting too big for me. Must get one two sizes smaller

I love big ones small one soft ones & hard ones, they all taste the same which could be said about carrots also!

I'm thinking of getting myself a breast plate. I'm 6'5 tall and 44" around the chest across the nipples. Don't want to go too small & tight, want a decent pair, but I don't want to look like Dolly Parton. Anyone suggest what size I should go for?

Would you run with me? --- Was out running four days ago and I had a lady walker who was a bit heavy, ask me to stop and tell her my secret on how I had such shapely arms. "I want to know about your lovely arms" I am quite sure she read me as female. I was carrying two small water bottles and she thought they were small hand weights. She thought that my arms were attractive, slim and trim and she wanted to have arms like mine. - I was also in a store yesterday waiting for a self serve check out buying several pairs of women's PJs and a woman with her small girl came up. The woman told her daughter to be patient as "this lady (Me) is in the line before us" I just smiled and checked out - but it did make my day.

New skirt, a lil small so I ordered another one lol.

Yess I have a small ****, I cant **** a ***** but I can be a ***** for big ****

My resume would read:- Lover of **** big or small & would take it in either hole! Available for your fantasies as required. I’m a faggot slut & sometimes drink too much! I’m a poet & didn’t know it! Xx

Haiiiii my beautiful awesome worthy-of-self-love CD, TS, TG, NB, Female, Male, None of the Above, In-Between, and All of the Above, people :)

The world is, what it is, lately!

Please try to smile and be happy, be proud of who you are no matter where you are at; and please don't change because of the hateful and small-minded types!

If our community has shown anything, it is that we are resilient AF, we will always take care of one another, we are a rare type that gets stronger when pushed around, and we are experts in knowing almost nothing in life is permanent!

We will be hurt by back-stabbers, we can be such good hearted people and still, we will often lose family and friends and jobs - simply over clothing and makeup!! But life is short and I wouldn't trade being a shape-shifter for anything I'd go so far as to say that I actually like myself at times (in the right lighting, on perfect makeup days )

I love sunshine, I love my dog, why do her paws smell so good to me? I love slushies, thunderstorms and shiny outfits! ✨️If you have even the smallest amount of love, you remember that you have all of it 🩷

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Well.. I woke up hard today.. and I do mean solid as a rock.. and it's quite insistent. Not sure what I dreamed about last night, but assumptions say it was epic lol.

Right now, I'm in my fave 'wetting' knickers, hold-ups and a white top with red bra underneath (shown in prev pics) and all I want.. is ****.

If I could press a button and have a few 'gifted' cd's here right now,.. one pushing into my tight ass insistently, one sucking my rock hard, veiny, sensitive **** from the front..
and one more filling my mouth with semi-hard meat.. oozing sweet precum onto my tongue and lips..
All while we share a bottle of pentyl nitrate, my toy & lingerie collection, and some weed.

All three with one job.. pleasúre me.. hit every nerve ending, every sweet spot. Take me to the limits.. fill me with cum, edge me to oblivion.

That would be my perfect day right now.

Yet.. I've never cammed.. let alone had fun with another CD.
I wouldn't say I pass, hence no headshots in my posts.. I envy those who can wear make-up and look feminine, wear a wig etc. even leave the house.. omg that would be amazing. But that's not me.. no anonymity in my small town, I know everyone, and everyone knows me.. or they think they do. So Charli remains reclusive, virginal.. and on days like this.. breathtakingly horny.

If you would like to dm me, with a detailed description of what you would do, like to do.. to aid me in the next hour or two., please do! I love hearing what some of you might do.. fave gets some pics that couldn't ever be posted here xxx

(With all due... no hairy men please.. no offence, just not my hairy) bag cd/ts/trans most welcum xxx)

well cant sleep damn... XD : ) if anyone for small talk or call here I am : )

Another full day in chastity, having to go to the toilet sitting down makes me feel like such a dirty slut, not being able to play with my small sissy clit just makes me more and more horny as the hours pass. What other chastity cages do other ware day and night…….?

anyone for small talk ? : )

These feel a bit small

New toys and panties today!!!
Tucked in my new gaff with the smallest plug inside me!

Are there any other bookworms on here? as you can see i like hardback books, and they have to have a certain look about them, I love gothic stories, ghost stories, folk horror, this is just a small selection of my books

Blue Suede Shoes..... unfortunately even though the size marked on the sole is 43....they are definitely smaller, too tight for this ugly sister
So they will have to go, such a shame as they are gorgeous

New delivery from Temu. One dress and semi-sheer jacket perfect size, and one dress too small all ordered in size 16 (because of shoulder width)

New shoes arrived from Just Fab. They are both lovely but the smaller (nude colour) ones have a stupid round clasp thats a pain to line the pin with the holes. Not annoying enough to return though.

Hello girlfriends and boyfriends. I think this is my favorite bikini - here I am at 137 pounds, before I started daily herbals and hormones, trying to look my fitness and trim best. I did have some breast but this was in my small A size days. Love your comments and continued friendships.

So my Gf had her sister over this afternoon and she roots around, i think she found my outfits and wigs. #worried #smallhuman

Typical, pics are the wrong order, this is how i measured myself, I've got small man boobs, I'm a 38b, if this is any help to anyone

When I'm not crossdressing, I love photography mainly Nature/Landscape, Pet, Small Occasions and Portraits. If anyone in the East Lancs area wants a photo shoot let me know. Reasonable rates. I am DBS Checked, Consent Forms will be drawn up and ideally you would need another person present.

Yesterday’s little underwear collection.
Apologies in advance for the dried prunes, panties were just too small to hide everything.

I think this dress is too small

I can't zip up the red goth dress, and I can wear the green top but the skirt is too small, i guess thats the incentive to loose weight, i got these from Damaged Society, i love there stuff, some of there handbags look fantastic

Who would be up for an ann summers ladies night small group of us i am thinking North Wales and NW England area xx

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Tried on my new seemed tights they are a bit small so what do you ladies think ?