happy weekend all. i am wearing my sweet nice wedding dresses and bridal long gloves its nice

“To sleep perchance to dream” (but not in death as Hamlet contemplated!) in other words it’s off to bed I go! Hi ho hi ho hi ho 💋 The sweetest of dreams I beckon 😘 Goodnight ladies xxxxxx Love ❤️ you all xxxxxx

Sweet 😋

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

Greetings my excellent friends! Hope you've had a lovely weekend and are looking forward to a gentle Sunday evening to finish. Time to crack open that baileys? Well and why not? It's chilly outside, better to sink your satin covered posterior into a comfy sofa, put your fluffy slippers up on a footstool and sip something sweet and warming. 🙂 Xxx

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

Sweet or naughty? Yeah, with this pic it sounds a lil' dirty—but honestly, I couldn’t care less! Forgive me, boys, I’m completely booked—hopping straight from one party to the next! Just yesterday I was lighting up the Bahamas, and now we’re deep into Halloween celebrations day after day! When the future’s all foggy, you’ve got to master living in the moment—and that’s exactly what I’m doing!

Just f#cking WOW, just got back from the Skindred gig... OMG the vibes, the energy, was sweating like a kid in a sweetshop with unlimited cash. Girls I highly recommend going to see them if you get the chance. You WON'T regret it.

Time for some sweets Happy Halloween my darlings should be a good night

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

Good afternoon sweets! 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

Sweet dreams ladies 💋

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

Goodnight girls sweet dreams 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

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

Off to the dungeon at Hellfire later, time i have to to get bathed, shaved, rinsed out and sweet-smelling, wait and see how red my bum is when i get home 🥵

sweet or naughty girl?

Sweet💞 #sissy #nylon #crossdressser #transgender #feminization #bas #collant #pantyhose #stocking #pied #feet #lingerie #maletofemale #sexy #fantasme #lgbt #porn #soumission #bdsm #hosiery #trough #ladyboy #gartbelt #nails💅 #tits #boob #cock

Hey girls, i'm off to bed, sweet dreams 🥰💋💋

What a cute little sweetie.

Hey sweeties 😘 hope your weekend was nice - good start in the next week 😘

For the Karens that report content on a public page where 99% is way more "Risk-ay" than what i post that gets taken down. Much love sweethearts 😘 You dont like my content just block not that hard 🥰

Sweet scented panty xxxxxxxx

New nails my sweety😁 Do you like it? #sissy #feminization #crossdresser #nylon

Sweety

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 cock, 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.

Good night! Sweet dreams ❤️❤️❤️❤️👌🏾🤙🏾🤟🏾

Good morning party people. Oh I feel so lovely this morning. I just want to go and soak in the bath and cover my smooth skin with sweet smelling stuff. Bit of moisturiser, maybe do my nails. Time for me today 😊 💋💋💋

Hello my sweeties. Anyone in need of a chat? 😊 X

Home alone all dressed up and excited anyone want to sweet talk me out of my little black knickers 😘😉😉

#girley #sosweet #hightheels #iloveit #sissymaid #waitress #dugardaddy #skirt #panties #jadore #youwantmypanties #sexsystocking #frenchkiss 👄💄👠🎀🍓😘🥰💍🌈👒🩱👙👡💃🍌🍑😻💌👗🐰🍒👰🏼‍♀️💖✈💥🏖🧺 #sohorney #soslyt 😻👒🩱👠💄🍌🍌🍌🍌🍒💄👠♥️♥️💍🍓🍓🎀🥿💘🩰😻💥👰🏼‍♀️ #mare #female #crossdresser #faithfulbitch 💄👠👡💃🌈👄👒😻🐰🐕🐕🐕🐕‍🦺🦮🐩🐩🐽

Hello sweeties

Sweet little thing

If anyone is up for a chat later you'll find me a sweet conversationalist, or spicy if you're that way inclined 😉 xxx

Up, showered, smooth and sweet smelling. Just need an all over body massage now lol 🥰 x

Hello gorgeous girl text me please sweetheart zero seven five double nine double seven six three nine two xx xx 💘🥰💋🌹

Hey sweeties. I am so happy today I got a nee garter belt😊

I just turned 48 this year and I work with this 19 year old and he has never dated anyone and sometimes he comes to my car on our lunch break and gives me a bj :* I think its cute and sweet tbh

(Explicit text warning) 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 cock. 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 cock 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)

Good afternoon sweeties...Hope your all feeling amazing💜

Just a little happiness with my sweetheart 🥰🫶🙏

Boys underwear is so BORING, isnt it sweeties #sissy #sissyloving #crossdresser #sissytoys

Hi sweeties, hope y'all having a lovely day

Bedtime. Sweet dreams all 💤💋