I wish ....... imagine the clothes budget and all those maids

Good morning everyone, no time to dress lately, here’s an older picture so you don’t forget what I look like.

Getting back into cd fun, renewing previous friendships when I was here as Vikkie-now I am Vikkieb

A wet day, so going to clean my coffee machine, dressed as somebody. SHower aftyer then fun, well, fun in shower then get dressed. I think today, I will be a Sissy in pink.

Roxxymen has ignored the rules of the site. Give them the curtesy to remove the last explicit pictures or be reported and get banned. If they are new then benefit of the doubt but they have been warned. To all other regulars who want to keep this site as a social site and not for porn then be ready to report and block.

Serpent ...

I wish to know
Who I am...
A tragic
Clowness?
I do kiss
Never wishing men
But I am not Princess

You made me deeply
Think
Of Love
That
Was not...
strong
And dark...
It always strange
To feel be loved...
Too long...
Its time...
We part

I thought
What if
I change
My day
And try
All shadows
black
My hair
Getting
Pale gray
And tired
My neck...
My lips still
Shall compare men...
While bored
With your kiss

I wish I never
Met you
Please...
Forget
Forget
My poisoned kiss...


Am I too strange?
That I do wish....
Be lonely again...
I kissed you tenderly...
My kiss
Was honest once
We laid

You wish again
Another lie
Another
Paradise?

I wish you feel
I often cry
When you made
Me to try...

Yes apple's
Poisoned
As your kiss
I feel inside
Serpent...

Cold
Lonely
Unhappy
Miss

Forget
Love
Has it end...

My dreams
That keep
Mind
Paralised
You never known
Them...
I am so tired of lies.
I better be serpent...

I know, I've been going pink for a while, and this feels like a change... but red and white makes pink... together... even if... anyway... hope you like xoxo

Been out with friends, but so happy to get home and slip in to something sexy xxx

Just a quick message to everyone that asks or are interested...
Hundreds of photos available so just ask and I will msg you them...
Be patient if I'm not online.. I will get them to you asap xxx

It's getting cooler here in Western Australia. I'm looking forward to wearing more knitwear, this is one of my favourite cropped jumpers

This Ai shit getting so boring

I love AI. Might get myself this

Gone a bit OTT on Temu - they do stickum nails wide enough for my shovel hands, or close enough! 19 & 20 mm Vs my 21 mm!
And some pretty undies found their way into the order, can't wait to try them on, Date Night and if he turns out to be *really* nice, and *Really* lucky, he might just get to see them!

Good afternoon all just got some makeup today for university in london so im getting new blue navy skirt and black boots and blue navy socks knee high and blue navy underwear and a tie i can't wait for university :)

Friday 15th May I'll be in Nottingham for a girlie night out with other cross dressers, we do a pub crawl in the 'gay quarter' of ghe city centre, if anyone wants to come along youre more than welcome, its a vanilla event so dont expect any fun at the end of the night, open to ladies and admirers, i book into a hotel for the night, book in as male, get changed as Megan, go out and have a fantastic time, then book out as male, xx

Anyone lucky enough to share clothes with their wives, and get pegged?

I think I do need to get some newer photos done, refresh the old ones a bit now its getting a bit warmer, and lighter, I want to do more outdoors, just not so easy to do now. OI also want more new clothes to wear while Im out

Been gardening for a few hours, just had a shower, had a good friend stuck to the shower wall, It was worth getting dirty for,. Happy Bank Holiday feeling for sure.

Patti hasn’t been able to dress lately and she misses it badly but I know when I do get to dress it will feel amazing and I’ll feel like the girl that I want to be. I hope everyone is having a good and fun day, love all of you beautiful girls

Can I just say, personally, Im not into being called, babe, Love, honey sweetie or such names, I made the choice to call myself Lilly, please, just call me Lilly. Not grumpy honest. Call me Lilly will get results honest.

IMPORTANT FOR FRIENDS OF JASMINE:- Hi everyone xx just letting you know beautiful Jasmine having problems trying to log onto the x dress Network something to do with Age Verification? She’s attempting to get in contact to HELP desk but to no avail at present! I can’t even find her profile either? Looks like she might have lost all her photos? Anyway she wanted me to let you all know & sends her love Fingers xed!

I am sixty-five years old, and there are mornings when my bones creak like old floorboards, when the mirror offers me a face that has known too many winters. But there is also satin.

It begins there, always.

Not with the clothes people expect, not dresses or heels or anything loud, but with the quiet, shimmering certainty of a headscarf unfolded across my lap. Oversized. Generous. A full square of light, as if someone had captured a piece of dawn and stitched its edges.

I keep them in a pine ottoman chest at the foot of my bed. When I lift the lid, the faint scent of pine wood and time rises, mingling with the cool, whispering smoothness of fabric. They are stacked carefully: florals, paisleys, deep jewel tones, pale creams, even one the colour of storm clouds just before rain. Some are silk satin, impossibly soft, almost liquid. Others are polyester blends still glossy, still kind to the touch, but sturdier, as if meant for endurance.

I tell myself it began for practical reasons. Hair protection, I say. Friction reduction. At my age, what hair remains deserves gentleness. And it’s true the satin glides where cotton drags, it soothes where wool irritates. At night, when I wrap my head, I sleep more peacefully, my scalp free from the tug and dryness that used to wake me.

But that is only the surface of it.

The truth is, when I lift one of those oversized scarves sometimes a full 130 centimeters across it feels like lifting a veil between lives.

I was not always honest about who I was. For decades, I wore what was expected, spoke in the tones expected, moved through the world like a man following a script written long before I was born. There is a heaviness to that kind of living. It settles into your shoulders, your spine, your breath.

The first time I wrapped a satin headscarf around my head, I did it clumsily. I had watched videos, read guides. Fold into a triangle, they said. Bring the corners forward, tie at the nape or under the chin. Smooth the edges. Adjust.

I remember the colour deep burgundy, with a faint floral pattern that caught the light. When I tied it, the fabric slipped against itself with a soft hush, like a secret being kept.

And then I looked in the mirror.

I did not see a caricature. I did not see something absurd or theatrical. I saw softness. I saw a version of myself that had been waiting, patiently, beneath years of denial. The scarf framed my face, softened the lines, held me together in a way nothing else ever had.

Now, it is ritual.

In the mornings, I choose carefully. If I am staying in, I might select something large and enveloping a square so wide it can drape over my shoulders, falling like a shawl. Sometimes I wrap it turban style, tucking the ends neatly, letting the fabric build a quiet crown around my head. Other times, I let it hang loose, a triangle tied under my chin, like something out of an old photograph.

When I go out rarely, but more often than I used to, I choose patterns that feel like companions rather than disguises. A muted paisley. A soft, vintage floral. Nothing too bold, but never apologetic.

People look, of course. Some with curiosity, some with confusion. A few with kindness. I have learned to endure the rest. At sixty five, you realize that most people are too occupied with their own reflections to truly see yours.

At home, the scarves become more than adornment. They are utility, yes sleep caps, shoulder wraps, even something to tie around a bag handle for a touch of colour. But they are also comfort. When I feel the weight of years pressing too hard, I wrap one around my shoulders and sit by the window.

The satin catches the light differently at every hour. Morning makes it glow. Afternoon sharpens its sheen. Evening turns it into something softer, almost like memory.

Sometimes I run the fabric between my fingers, back and forth, feeling its smooth resistance, the way it refuses to snag or cling. It reminds me that gentleness can be strong. That something soft can endure.

I have more than I need. I know that. A drawer full, a chest full, a small collection that borders on obsession. There are handmade ones, with careful stitching at the edges. Reversible ones, satin on both sides, offering two moods in one piece. Silk feel ones that mimic luxury so well it hardly matters that they are not the real thing.

Each has a story, or at least a feeling attached to it. This one for sleepless nights. That one for quiet afternoons. Another for the rare courage of stepping outside as I am.

I do not pretend that a headscarf changes everything. The world is still the world. My body is still heavy, my steps still slow, my past still filled with compromises I cannot undo.

But when I tie that satin around my head, something aligns.

The fabric smooths not just my hair, but something deeper something that has always been frayed. It holds me, gently but firmly, in a shape that feels right.

And for a little while, that is enough.

Anyone near or in redditch. Would love to get together with other cd’s

Looking like a wet day outdoors, So Im going to be indoors cleaning, but, what to wear. I want to enjoy it. Keep my little clitty **** caged I think, I was a bit naughty this morning in bed. SHower and toys stuck to the wall later, my favourite part, backing onto them time and time again. That will get me through the cleaning, before going shopping wearing nothing under my shorts, maybe even a quiet layby on the way back home. My day planned . Oh, must shave as well, need to be smooth all over.

Being busy all day
Decided to take a break

If you know you are single trying to get a healthy relationship kindly slide in my dm let's chat
I'm open for it, pls a genuine one

It doesn't get any better than this! Stay beautiful and pleasant! Sweet!

Its raining, Im going shopping in shorts and no pants or anything. I want to come back and have some fun time. Hope to get more pictures posted as well. I wopuld love some suggestions if anbody wants anything. Looking forward to getting back home.

Getting very excited thinking about everyone looking at my panties

Any body near St helens Merseyside who can travel to my house, I would love to be giving oral pleasure and yes I swallow all mmmm, yeah also no strings if you just want to get oral pleasure xxc

Well only a couple days to go till i hit the big 50.. guess i wil have to get the granny clothes out lol.

Hey there Girls! How's y'all doing?
So I haven't been on here in a little while... I've been too busy turning 40, going on a cruise with my amazing partner and getting my own IRL Business off the ground. Exciting times!!!

I've been meaning for ages to jump back on here and keep my journey going, hopefully I can now a bit more. I've missed you! Well...some off you...maybe?

Here are a few more from my dress-sesh from last month, which seems so long ago now.
Was I on my 3rd bottle of wine here? I dunno (I'm sure I only bought two), but at this point I think I realized my bum looked pretty good in this skirt so was bending over a LOT more! Make of that what you will

Send some love or a comment if you like 'em. Hopefully I can be more active now...got some exciting things to post soon!
Much Love,
Rhiann
#crossdresser #crossdressing #miniskirt #femboy

"To be honest, I’ve hit a breaking point and finally quit my job. I’m feeling pretty rough right now, but I found these lyrics that perfectly capture why I had to get out. It’s dark, it’s raw, and it’s exactly how I’ve been feeling lately:"

One gulp of coffee, then I sprint to the station,
Dive into the Tube, yawn’s a constant sensation.
I bent over backwards to get here on time,
So hello, hello… it’s the usual crime.
Well, hello to you all and your fucking tired faces!

A sip of some tea, smoke breaks with the herd,
You’re back here again, and it’s frankly absurd.
I don’t smile at strangers, I’ve nothing to say,
I’ve saved all my smiles for you lot today.
Yeah, hello to you all and your fucking tired faces!

When I’ve had quite enough and I’m ready to retch,
I’ll quit this shit job, every miserable stretch.
I’ll think of you all on a grey, rainy day,
How I tore out my hair just to come play the game,
Just to get here and see you...
Well, hello to you all and your fucking tired faces!

I’ll sing of new colleagues like a bird in the spring,
"I'm so glad to be here!" is the song I will sing.
You’re better than them, you’re a different race —
You’re lovely, you’re cool, you’re all over the place...
At least for right now — before you’re just fucking tired faces!

Getting an outfit together for my next night out

This certainly gets me up in the morning xx

This is odd... not on here, but all of a sudden much younger guys getting in touch and showing interest, but NOT their little cocktail sausages! Almost like they want to engage with my brain as well as my old and knackered body...
As long as they don't call me mummy!

Good evening everyone. I honestly don't seem to get enough time to jump on here often. But if you fancy some fun and sassy chat tonight...

When you are out and about and see a woman, wearing either an unpadded bra, or no bra under a plain top, no pattern, so that both her nipples and the shape of her breasts are apparent, do your own breasts feel fuller and do your nipples get excited?

Good morning my dears! Anyone getting a chance to crossdress today?

Up early (by my standards) to bathe, shave, get sweet-smelling, off to Kinky Tease Xtreme for an *interesting* day!
And late night chatting makes me think i may have pulled a 6', tattooed, bearded, and pierced tattoo artist to work on my back, bum and thighs - tattooing, that is, at least! When you wish upon a star... Thinks i'm a cutie, for some reason? No accounting for taste... or lack thereof.

Any lonely cd looking to make long turn friends.
Please get in touch.

So glad i came on here and meeting new people while getting 2 b myself and show off my collection of panties

It's ok to get all dolled up & have fun. Even if it's just for u! Remember u come first!

just me in the pic. what everyone up to tonight? i'm dying my hair black for the first time in years!
and yeah, going to get cross dressed up after, will share of course

Just getting changed out my lingerie thought I’d share x

As they say if you fall off the horse get straight back on or out in this case. Not one for tops with slogans but pretty appropriate x

Click‑click, curtain call, pavement runway — turn the volume up and let these heels do the talking. Red dress swaying, glossy heels tapping a rhythm that turned the pavement into my encore. If confidence had a soundtrack, this is it — loud, proud, and unapologetically dramatic. Turn the volume up and feel every step.

You'd think, when leaving a status message about a night at a club's couples and single-ladies night (where your membership's as a lady) wondering whether you'll be part of a couple or a single lady would get SOME response from all the fellas sending "interested and interesting" messages and pics, wouldn't you?

Getting ready for work... Zipped up or like this?

I am getting lovely messages but can't reply to them so please don't think l am ignoring you. Do l need to pay for unlimited to be able to reply ? X

The next ******** or daddy sissy hunter who DM’s me will get the devil georgette response fro me