Profile of Kirsty Taylor
Basic Information
Name: Kirsty Taylor
Role: Woman
Gender Identity: Crossdresser (MTF)
Location: Berkshire, UK
Relationship Status: Single
About Me
Hello, I'm Kirsty.
Exploring my femininity has been one of the most beautiful and empowering journeys of my life. For me, crossdressing isn't about hiding–it's about expressing my true self, celebrating my identity, and embracing pure joy. When I step into this side of myself with confidence and grace, I feel more alive, more me, than ever before.
How I'd Describe Myself
Feminine, sophisticated, and deeply intentional. There's something magical about the click of heels, the whisper of sheer tights, or the way a sleek dress hugs my curves. I adore those quiet, reflective moments–just me and the mirror–where I can savour the artistry of self-expression. For me, fashion is more than clothing; it's movement, nuance, and an effortless kind of grace.
What I'm Looking For
I'm here to connect with warm, open-hearted souls who understand the beauty of self-discovery. Whether it's meaningful conversations, shared encouragement, or a spark of something special–I'd love to meet others who embrace this journey with the same curiosity and courage as I do.



My Crossdressing Experience
Personal Journey
Age First Crossdressed: 15
Years Crossdressing: 40+ (on and off–more frequently now)
Frequency: As often as possible (only in "male mode" for work)
Stealth Mode: Yes–I go out in public but haven't shared this with people I know
The Name "Kirsty"
This name wasn't just chosen–it was felt. Like a whisper from my soul, "Kirsty" arrived, gentle yet resilient, mirroring the feminine grace and quiet strength I've grown to cherish. Some names are found; this one, I think, was always mine–waiting patiently to be claimed.
Being Out in Public
Almost. I've stolen fleeting moments–midnight dashes to the car, hushed hallway glances in dim light–each time savouring the thrill of existing as her. But I still dream of my real debut: a twilight stroll where the world slows enough to hear my heels on pavement, to feel the sway of my skirt in the breeze. Not just to be seen… but to finally breathe.
First Outfit in Public
I can't quite recall the exact pieces–just the electric thrill of that first time. Was it a black skirt whispering against sheer tights? A silky top clinging just so? The memory blurs, but the feeling remains: that heart-pounding moment when Kirsty stepped beyond the mirror and into the world, however briefly.



My Style & Wardrobe
Shopping Preferences
Both online and in person. I love browsing women's sections in stores (even in "boy mode")–there's a quiet thrill in selecting something beautiful and thinking, "This will be Kirsty's."
Style Philosophy
My wardrobe is now more hers than his. From lace suspenders to cashmere cardigans, I adore every stitch of femininity. Stockings? An obsession. But what thrills me most is making everyday feel like a celebration–why reserve the magic for special occasions?
My Signature Looks:
Secret Glamour: Seamed stockings under office wear, satin camisoles beneath sweaters–little luxuries that whisper "I know I'm pretty" all day.
Weekend Softness: High-waisted jeans, ballet flats, scoop-neck tees–effortless but intentional.
Full Fantasy: The little black dress with heels that could conquer cities.
Because dressing up isn't escapism–it's claiming myself. And life's too short for boring underwear.
Style Evolution
What began as stolen moments–fingers trembling over satin hems, adrenaline spiking at every rustle–has blossomed into something profound.
Then: A secret ritual of textures and taboos, equal parts euphoria and uncertainty.
Now: An intimate dialogue with myself. The lace against my skin isn't a costume–it's cursive handwriting spelling out "This too is you."
I don't wear femininity; I breathe it. The miracle isn't in the mirror–it's in the quiet certainty that Kirsty isn't a fantasy. She's my fingerprint.



My Relationship with Identity
For now, I exist in a fluid dance between expressions, each authentic. Crossdressing isn't a compromise–it's where my femininity blossoms freely.
I remain gently open to possibilities (hormones? laser treatments?). Or perhaps I'll keep savouring moments like painting my nails in hotel rooms, smiling as the gloss catches the light.
Truth isn't a fixed point. It's the courage to say "This is enough" while leaving the door ajar–just in case she ever wants to step further into the light.
The word "transgender" feels like a door I'm still contemplating. What I know: when Kirsty emerges, it's more than play. She isn't a disguise, but a profound truth awakening.
For now, I honour this rhythm–sometimes more Kirsty, sometimes less–always listening to what feels right. There's power in letting her exist exactly as she needs to.
Perhaps one day the balance will shift. Or perhaps this ebb and flow is itself the destination. What matters is authenticity, without rules or rushed definitions.