I think i finally got the uploading photos down its really aggravating but hopefully it works

Hi sweets,

I use the name “ShemaleChrissy” because I’m male and deeply identify with femininity and the desire to be female. I haven’t started transitioning yet, so I still look male. I’m also still learning makeup, hair, and styling, so I don’t always present as feminine as I’d like in everyday life.

Sometimes I use face filters online to explore and express that feminine fantasy. That said, my body is always my real body, and I always include at least one natural, unfiltered photo. I do that intentionally so I’m not misleading anyone and so people know exactly who they’re talking to.

Recently, someone told me I’m “not really a shemale” and should change my username. I’m open to honest feedback, but the way it was delivered was rude and disrespectful, so I blocked them. I welcome fair suggestions and thoughtful discussion, but I don’t tolerate harassment or abuse.

So here’s my genuine question, asked in good faith:
How would you describe me? Shemale? Sissy? Crossdresser? Something else entirely?

I’m still figuring out my identity and language matters to me. If you have thoughts, I’m happy to hear them as long as they’re shared respectfully.

Thanks for reading,
Kisses,
Chrissy

#crossdresser #sissy #sissyboy #crossdressers #sissies #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #femman #femboys #crossdressing #gurl #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #tgirl #gay #lgbtq #nsfw #adultsonly #adultcontent #sissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #femboy #sissyboy #sissygirl #trans #transgender #shemale #transgirl #transwoman #transfemale #tgirl #model #modeling #gay #bi #lgbtq #queer #genderfluid #pantymodel #panty #panties #meninpanties #ladyboy More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/

It started with eye contact.
He was picking up his mail.
I was by my bedroom window, wearing very little, feeling confident enough not to move when I realized he was looking.
We locked eyes. He smiled like he’d been caught — and didn’t look away fast enough.
Later, we crossed paths on the backyard deck. Same tension. Less distance.
He leaned in just enough and said, “You’re going to get me in trouble.”
I smiled and replied, “Only if you keep staring.”
He laughed quietly, glancing over his shoulder. “I have a girlfriend. I really shouldn’t be out here talking to you like this.”
I raised an eyebrow and said, “Then you probably shouldn’t be standing so close either.”
He shook his head, smiling anyway. “You’re dangerous.”
I answered calmly, “No. I’m just honest.” I know he wants to make me his so bad

Some re-uploads #legs #pantyhose #nylons #heels #tights #feet

Today was shopping day, I was able to buy these pants and this blouse, by the way, I wore a blouse for the first time and I liked it so much, now we are waiting for next month so I can buy myself some new clothes, Do you think the new blouse suits me?V.V #crossdresser

Hope you all had a lovely Christmas and got all the presents you wanted

Hello everyone. Can anyone recommend an app or website where I can chat to like minded people that is not goimg to cost me three panties and six lingerie sets. I love this site, but looking for more my age men and woman, repsectfully!

Will check the comments

The girl i was going to go with is not answering me, i dont know if I've upset her. Its going to be harder now doing it on my own

Christmas tights x

Merry christmas everyone who wants to chat pm me

On the first day of Christmas, this website gave to me:
Four hairy bottoms,
Three weirdos with no profile pics,
Two '********' friend requests
...and a partridge in a pear treeeee...

I belive it's time for presents. Who was a good girl........?

Avery Happy and Peaceful Christmas to all you lovely ladies on this site. Thanks for all the lovely pictures and posts, I admire and respect you all. Peace and love to you all xxx

Want to talk to some sexy crossdressers, profile wont let me load photos so if you would like drop me a message and maybe we can exchange some sexy picts

Any tinsel tits, anyone?

Merry Crimble xx

I hope every girl gets their stockings filled

Merry Christmas to everyone. Was amazed at all the people I saw yesterday afternoon on their porches wearing their summer clothes, while I was jogging wearing one of my favorite women's outfits. --- We are having a record heat wave here in the Midwest USA right now. I had one gentleman in my neighborhood who was sitting on his porch tell me "Merry Christmas" and I responded back the same to him. So here is my Christmas photo to you. May you have the joy of Christmas today and may your good dreams come true.

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

Wow
What a surprise
I give my real number to someone and after a few WhatsApp they block me on here and there
And I didn’t do or say or send anything offensive
I’m just entertaining the idea of my first
Amazed and disappointed

Christmas eve on here seems to be the day to strip naked and push you dick in everybodies face.
4 blocked so far this morning

I don't exactly find that festive, or a turn on.

I don't come on here to see hairy ar5ses and dick.

I want to meet and talk to people who enjoy dressing, enjoy the feminity it brings and feel that flashing your bits in public to the world is offensive.

Remember this is a social site not a Porn site, why not keep it in your pants before Santa puts you on the naughty list. Oh wait, most of you would enjoy that.

I have a fix for that and it involves 2 bricks.

Merry Dickmass to the perverts.

Merry Christmas to the real people.

Chloe Merry Christmas Chloe. I hope one of your New Years resolutions is to try to do a better job than this year, before you have to implement age verification.

Lets all be honest at Christmas isnt it tempting to slip ones girly Penis out of your panties and show the world , I wonder if I could start a group where we may x

"Dear family, as we find ourselves once again on the threshold of another Christmas this December 24, 2025, it's impossible not to pause for a moment to look back and give deep thanks for the immense gift of having one another. Christmas doesn't truly reside in the bright decorations adorning our home, nor in the feast we share, much less in the wrapped presents under the tree; true Christmas pulsates in each of our laughs, in the support we've given each other on gray days, and in the shared joy that multiplies our happiness. May the spirit of unity be the guest of honor at our table this holiday season. My most fervent wish is that each of you feels the warmth of a sincere embrace and that peace fills your hearts, reminding us that, no matter how far our individual paths may take us throughout the year, there will always be an invisible thread of love that keeps us unbreakable. May this year's end be the prelude to a 2026 filled with health and fulfilled projects." And above all, many more moments to continue building this story we call family. Merry Christmas to all."

I was sixteen, maybe seventeen, on that raw December afternoon in the mid-1970s, standing at the back of a small cemetery in southern Manchester. The light was thin and melancholy, the sort that turns everything slightly blue and makes shadows linger too long over the leaning stones. I barely knew the man we were burying, some Uncle twice removed, so the ache in the air never reached me. Grief felt like something that belonged to other people, grown-ups who understood loss. For me, the day was something else entirely, an accidental invitation into a world I hadn’t known I was hungry for.
They were everywhere, those women. Mature, composed, dressed in layers of black that seemed to absorb the weak winter sun and give back only a muted gleam. Silk dresses that clung and released with every breath, satin blouses catching stray glints of light, chiffon and voile drifting like smoke whenever the wind found them. Rayon, acetate, fabrics I didn’t even have names for then, but I felt them all the same, the way they moved, the soft sounds they made against one another. They stood in quiet clusters around the grave, gloved hands clasped, heads bowed beneath hats and veils. To them I must have looked like just another awkward boy in a borrowed tie, but inside I was burning with a fascination I couldn’t name and didn’t dare examine too closely.
And then there was her.
She stood slightly apart, as though even in mourning she needed space. An enormous black satin scarf, far too large, almost theatrical—draped over her shoulders and spilled down her back like spilled ink. Over her face, a sheer chiffon veil, so fine it trembled with every breath. I could smell her from where I stood, carried on the cold air, the sharp bite of Elnette hairspray holding her hair in perfect waves, and beneath it the heavy, amber warmth of Youth Dew. It was the scent of adulthood itself, complicated, slightly dangerous, utterly out of reach.
I watched her the entire time. I told myself it was curiosity, nothing more. But even then, in the thick of it, some quieter part of me knew better. There was something about the way these women carried their sorrow, elegant, controlled, yet undeniably physical that stirred a longing I didn’t understand. It wasn’t just desire, though that was certainly part of it. It was deeper: a wish to be close to whatever it was they possessed experience, certainty, the weight of years lived fully. I felt small beside them, unformed, all sharp edges and unspoken questions. They seemed to know secrets I hadn’t even learned to ask about.
Later, at the wake, coats and scarves were abandoned in a side room as the women moved on to tea and murmured condolences. I lingered near the pile, heart thudding so hard I was sure someone would notice. No one did. My fingers closed around two pieces: the oversized satin mourning scarf, still holding the warmth of her body, and the delicate chiffon veil. Both carried that same intoxicating blend of Elnette, Youth Dew, and something earthier, the faint salt of skin after hours in the cold. I slipped them inside my coat and left before the guilt could catch up with me.
That night, and for many nights through that long winter, I'd ascend up the narrow stairs to my attic bedroom. I’d lock the door, my one small claim to privacy in my parent’s house, draw the curtains and unfold the satin across my pillow. Sometimes I’d press the veil to my face and breathe slowly, letting the scent settle over me like fog.
In those quiet hours I began to understand what I’d really taken that day. It wasn’t just fabric. It was a fragment of a life I could only observe from the outside, a life of composure and ritual, of perfumes chosen deliberately and clothes worn with intention. Holding those scarves, I could pretend, for a moment, that some of that poise might rub off on me. That the confusion and restlessness I carried everywhere might quiet, just a little.
I never felt truly ashamed of stealing them. In my mind they were abandoned, after all, no longer needed once the performance of grief was over. But more than that, they had become mine in a way they could never have been hers again, totems of a feeling I was only beginning to name. Desire, yes. But also envy. And something closer to reverence.
Years later I can still close my eyes and smell it: hairspray, perfume, the faint trace of a woman’s skin on black satin. It takes me straight back to that cemetery, to the boy I was, watching, wanting, trying to understand what it meant to grow into someone capable of wearing mourning like it was made for them.
I’m not sure I ever fully did. But those scarves kept me company while I tried.

I finally told my wife that im a bisexual crossdresser she wasn't upset that im a crossdresser she was upset that im bisexual.
I told the only thing i do is **** off other cds and give blow jobs never anal sex .
We been married for 30 year and she said ive been a good husband and she said its ok just don't tell we when im seeing other cds for fun .
My wife doesn't mind me wearing lingerie and clothing its such a turn on know my know my secret

Merry Christmas!!!
And very Happy New Year
For all of you!!!
Folace Lust Lipsr all who support each other with a smie love and kind word that are espetially so important for stranger girls born with some unusual abilities...

LOVE LIGHT AND JOY !!!
Lace Lust Lips
Dresses
Tights
Pleasure in hips...
Kisses
Bon Chance
And Lots of Love
Misses in dresses
And sans ...

Happy New Year for all you
Kate

Seems to b more people here just flashing there parts in there wife’s panties turn off for me

Take me! You got my back against the wall! I have nowhere to go!

I enjoy looking like a woman. I am too old and too set in my ways to fully #transition, so while I do dress #feminine in private and under my boy clothes, I don't do it in public and I haven't learned how to use makeup and wigs yet. So for now I live my life as a #woman in fantasy, online, using face filters from Snap chat. But t be clear: that is my real body, I am that smooth (I shave weekly), and I do this not to fool people I always show my true self, especially to potential dates. #gurl Thoughts? Kisses! - Chrissy

#sissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #femboy #sissyboy #sissygirl #trans #transgender #shemale #transgirl #transwoman #transfemale #tgirl #model #modeling #gay #bi #lgbtq #queer #genderfluid #pantymodel #panty #panties #meninpanties #ladyboy More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/

Me earlier today I’m just experimenting with picture size and formats. Acting on given advice

So I'm not looking to write a Christmas No 1.

Because I like to bitch about this time of year,
About how we never actually help the poor and needy,
Instead we line the pockets of the corporations and the greedy

So I'm not looking to write a Christmas No 1.

And Santa is Red because of Coca Cola.

To fill the world with joy, peace and goodwill, could be done,
But instead we shop for the overpriced things , nik naks, designer tops or pairs of socks,
And then complain because for a day they've closed the shops.

So I'm not looking to write a Christmas No 1.

And Santa is Red because of Coca Cola.


#twinklelittlestar

What the f.uck is going on with this website,dick flashers,fake profiles,and f.ucking misfits wherever you look,let alone so called m.istresses wanting to tell you how to eat your breakfast properly,my block button is f.ucking worn out,give it a rest ffs!!

Greetings great people

Must be a world full of t gifts and fucking mommy's x sorry its Christmas x all the scamming cunts are about x what's the weather like in Asia ****

Tonights sleepwear, with a full figure bra and lacy bum knickers underneath

2 days to go whats santa going to bring me ...... hopefully I have been a good girl

Did someone tell Melanie that it's 'Chewsday' today......?
#WhiteSatinBlouse #LycraTights

Today something for those enjoying feets.

Good evening girls, nice to be dressed in stockings after a horrendous day fighting my way around Sainsbury's! Only went in for some smoked salmon and dressed crab, Oh, it will be a five minute job, I thought! 25 minutes driving round the carpark to find a space, then que to get in the bloody door! Thankfully I couldn't get a trolly, so grabbed a basket. It was like a snail race around each isle, dodging all the overflowing trolleys ladden with 6 months supplies! Anyway, thankfully I had the basket, the self checkout for baskets proved to be the fastest. Few! I had to have a moment of meditation when I returned home. Now bathed, shaved, and stocking clad, with a cold beer and dinner in the oven

Proving stupid people wrong is whats on my mind x

My beautiful 80s wedding dress! Just took it out the bag and its my first time holding it and wearing it,my heart beated so fast holding it against me

Lilly Party II

Kate was not very pale
She wanted be herself
She felt her tights
In velvet
Too calling:
"- Miss ... undress..."

Took my wife to Manchester airport overnight. Rain and fog was extreme to say the least around ladybower. All i could think about was doing something I've never done before on the way back . Got to near glossop, almost zero visibility so pulled over and got undressed. Just put these thermal tightson, these low heels that i love and my leather jacket. Got in the car and drove a few miles further and got the urge to pull over and walk for a few minutes. I felt liberated for the first time ever and wasn't cold at all?do thumbe up to these tights haha.

Sometimes it's the simple things, like fresh sheets on your bed or nice thoughts in your head.

And just sometimes, when you catch yourself a smile, and maybe it's been a while.

But sometimes it's other things, sometimes just the little things, sometimes it's nothing or sometimes it's something.

#twinklelittlestar

This is one of my favorite photos from my last trip to Florida. A little bit of AI photo enhancement, but the real beach I was at and my real body. You can see that my tuck was not perfect. I think my latest daily abs workouts are improving my waist - but you be the judge? Apprecate all comments. Both critiques and complements.

Melanie in her pretty pink satin blouse with matching lycra tights.....
#SatinBlouse #CrossdresserUK

I'm starting to think these boots don't look too bad and they are very comfy to boot....pardon the pun

hope everyones day is going good, its morning for me

Christ, the weirdoes are out today. Two friend requests in five minutes and two kickbacks. One is a bot and the other a troll.

It’s a no from me.

Ask for the Original x

Feel Free to ReBlog/Share any of my Posts x

Its a slow start to the day girls xx