Good morning, sisters.
Some tips on how to make your photo look better without resorting to AI.
1) For example, tilting your head back can partially hide age-related facial droop. Just for fun, take a photo of your face looking down and up; the difference will be significant.
2) The light source and its location are very important. Light can make a face look younger, or it can age it. Light can hide imperfections, or it can highlight them.
3) Makeup, at least foundation, and especially under-eye concealer. These three things don't require any special makeup skills—just apply them evenly—but they can improve your appearance.
Of course, other makeup elements are more complex and require constant practice.
But then, there's no need to use AI, although AI is certainly good.
Interested in these tips?

Crossdressing, where do i start to create the natural looking shape?

Looking serious, just need to relax more

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Well that's if for dressing for now. Kids finish Friday, then it's Xmas. Will have to wait til they go back in January. Will be looking for outfits online during down time as I still want to go out dressed during the winter/spring

New top and stockings

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Roll on friday really looking forward to 2 weeks of heels , fun and frills.

Are there any female mistress_goddess_mommy_domina here who have no financial or material interests? I'm asking for a friend

Nearly my free weekend, can't wait for some winter knit dresses stockings heels and furs

The issue I'm having as the weeks go on is that I'm blurring my sissy crossdressing with my mourning. Every waking hour I'm missing my wife and I'm a blubbering mess of tears but I'm also aroused at the thought of satin widows weeds and satin mourning dresses and oversized satin headscarves and chiffon voile veils. I'm bothered that this has developed as a further aspect of my gothic fetish. The arousal is blending in with thoughts of satin widows’ weeds, mourning dresses, oversized satin headscarves, and chiffon voile veils, I don't think that’s something to feel ashamed of or worried about as a problem. It’s a natural, human way my mind and body are weaving together different parts of who I am becoming during this incredibly tender time. Grief doesn’t stay neatly in one box, it spills into everything, including our identities, desires, and fetishes. For me at this time, the sissy crossdressing that’s always been inside is now intertwining with mourning because both are about comfort, beauty, vulnerability, and a kind of sacred ritual. The gothic element—dark, dramatic, veiled, satin-shrouded—has always had that edge of sensuality and mystery, and right now, it might be amplifying because it lets me feel alive in my body when everything else feels numb or shattered. Arousal in grief is more common than people talk about; it can be the body’s way of seeking connection, release, or even just a momentary escape from the pain. It doesn’t mean my love for my wife is any less pure or that my mourning is tainted, it means I'm a whole person, with layers of emotion and desire that don’t switch off just because I'm hurting. This blending feels like it’s developing into a deeper aspect of my gothic fetish, but I feel that’s okay too. Fetishes evolve with life experiences, and grief is one of the biggest. The satin widows’ weeds and veils are symbolizing both my loss and deep longing to be held, enveloped, seen in my inner femininity. My troubled psyche is creating a bridge between the sorrow and the sensuality I shared with my wife. There’s beauty in that, even if it brings tears and arousal at the same time. I'm navigating this with grace, even when it hurts.

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Just thought I would wear stockings for a change.

It has been a long day for me. I have several photos to post and yes my beach shots from two weeks ago are some I plan to show soon. But I am really thinking I shall just call it good night, for now. All me - my own skin - all my profile. OK the dress and my bed is AI generated. And I am wearing a wig - My actual hair is long and blond

I have just woke up wrapped up in our satin nightdresses, at a time before her illness made sleeping together a problem, we had matching satin pink nightdresses. Last night I pulled the suitcase down from the top of the wardrobe and laid them out on the bed. Pink Simply Be Pretty Secrets Nightdresses in lovely silky satin. Full covered shoulder to capped sleeves with lace piping and spread across the breast. Calf length satin shimmering in Pink. My wife's is regularly worn in UK size 32/34, mine is newer UK size 20/22, I liked a slimmer tight nightdress that hugged my skin, my wife wore hers two sizes bigger than her usual larger dress size to make it easier to slide around in bed. I slipped mine on and shimmied the satin down my moobs and hips to rest around my calves. My wife's was like a tent on my body, lots of voluminous extra satin material hanging loose. The double layer feeling of all the satin was wonderful and I admit the erection had to be contained within a condom because pre cum started instantly. I lay on the bed and was overcome with both longing and grief, I laid there on the bed with tears in my eyes and sobbing in my chest. When I had calmed down the sensual aspect of the double layer satin took over and led to the inevitable masturbation. Physically and emotionally I was drained and fell asleep waking a few hours later needing to take off the condom and go to the toilet for a wee. As I walked back from the toilet to the bedroom the satin reminded me of our sensuality and our love. Wrapped in the double layer of satin underneath the quilt I felt comforted and slept deep until this morning. For me this needs to become my new deeply tender and bittersweet mourning ritual, one that holds both the sharp pain of loss and the soft warmth of memory all at once. Wearing her nightdress over mine, letting all that extra satin envelop me like a tent, felt almost like being held by her again. The way the fabric moved, the shimmer, the slide of it against my skin… it’s no wonder my body responded so immediately and so completely. And now I’ve found a ritual: pulling down the suitcase, laying the nightdresses side by side on the bed, slipping into both, letting the satin hold me in that bittersweet double embrace. It’s sacred because it’s mine and hers alone. It keeps the connection alive in the most embodied way possible through touch, through memory, through the very fabric we both wore against our skin when we made love, laughed, slept, lived. Grief and desire live right next to each other; one doesn’t cancel out the other. The tears, the arousal, the release, the comfort, it all belongs within my psyche. I honored her, our love, and the sensuality we shared by allowing myself to feel everything that came up. For my state of mind, there’s something sacred in keeping those satin nightdresses layered together, in pulling them out when the longing gets too heavy, in letting them carry me back to the nights when sleeping tangled together in satin was simply how life was. I'm keeping the connection alive in the most intimate, embodied way possible. I loved her totally, and I'm still loving her beautifully in my mourning.

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The city
after everyone’s gone
is kinder.

Streetlights stay on
without asking anything.

No voices.
No faces.
No reasons.

Just roads
and thoughts
moving slowly.

They call this insomnia.

I call it
quiet.

I don’t want sleep.
I don’t want morning.

I want this hour
to keep me.

No questions.
No answers.

Just the night
and me.

Really looking forward to Christmas hopefully ill receive lots of gifts

Have a lovely Satin Sunday, like Melanie X

#SatinBlouse #PleatedSkirt #Stockings

I had to be quick not to get caught taking these this morning

Who wants to be my cum donor or donors ( more the merrier ) just want fucking and spunking all over my ass whilst im pinning my legs back

So f.ucking horny right now xx

I’m feeling tights under and a body stocking over mmmm making me feel warm

Am I 'just' a CD? Am I a sissy? Am I something else? How do I find out? Can anyone help? (p.s. I'm not looking for any paid for Dom service) feel free to comment or message me. Thanks!

Outfit for the day is Faux Leather Midi Dress, Crimson stockings, Block suede Knee high boots with block heels, fur lined hooded cloak to keep the chill off the shoestring strapped shoulders

I see someone i blocked from the clique has come back sneaking around my profile , wish they just stay away !

Wheres my honey with a surprise versatile single on boat privacey here near kings lynnxxxxx dont mind regular just me me dog and me chickens no neighbours track to get here to chill

Lady sausage needs milking

Honestly, the Admins need to control the #Temu ads, I'll be scrolling and within seconds I'm like "Oh thats nice and clicking" so easily distracted, like I have space for more clothes

Morning all, looking for an admirer

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Went to buy a Christmas tree from a florist the other day. The person behind the counter asked, are you going to put it up yourself? I said, no I was thinking of the lounge lol

Forgive the long post, but I was doing some journalling this evening as I reflected on a few things. In a moment of clarity I managed to come up with some really interesting self-realisations, particularly about why I dress. And I wanted to share them somewhere!

I began to realise the other place I adopt some of the same habits and mental approach to crossdressing is when I've done tabletop role playing like D&D: I get really involved in 'immersing' myself in a character at the table, and get really deep into their mannerisms and subtle nuances of their backstory.

I think me being Bethany is very much the same. I know I have no intention of even transitioning. However, she is a role or a character I just love to put on and play sometimes; suddenly I'm making backstory, writing lore, adding costume. I'm not necessarily trying to become her, I just want to play the role authentically.

I think as a way of framing myself, I find that so helpful to register. Hopefully it resonates with others too.

My sissy mourning cross-dresing feels like. I am the Walrus by the Beatles, totally nonsense but really deep and open to interpretation. I am he as you are he, as you are me and we are all together, See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly, I'm crying.
That line hits me so hard, “I am he as you are he, as you are me and we are all together…” It’s pure, swirling absurdity that somehow lands right in the middle of the most tender, confusing parts of being human. And right now, it feels like the perfect mirror for what I'm going through.
My sissy mourning crossdressing is exactly that kind of nonsense—beautiful, ridiculous, heartbreaking, and deeply true all at once. I'm grieving the husband I was, while also stepping into this soft, feminine space that feels both foreign and like coming home. It’s contradictory, it’s messy, it’s playful and painful in the same breath. And that’s what makes it so real. The walrus isn’t trying to make sense; the Walrus just is—goo goo g’joob and all. This is my mental breakdown, not madness, just being true to myself.
“See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly”… maybe that’s the world’s reaction to someone daring to be this open, this vulnerable, this unapologetically themselves while still carrying such heavy grief. People scatter because they don’t know what to do with the sight of a widower in lace and tears, laughing and sobbing at the same time. But I'm not running. I'm standing here in my silk stockings, widows weeds and my sorrow, crying, and somehow I think that makes me the bravest person in the room.
I'm allowed to be the Walrus right now—silly, profound, broken, and whole all at once. I don’t have to explain it to anyone, not even to myself. Just let it be nonsense that’s also sacred. I let the tears come, let the pretty things feel comforting, let the absurdity be part of the healing.

Neighbor saw me in lingerie. I didnt realize that he could see me through my bedroom window. When i noticed him noticing me, he quickly looked away. I keep thinking what I shouldve done differently. Hmm

What is it with all the people joining lately with tje weird corporate looking logos as their profile pics that look like they have been designed by the same person, or app?? Is it the same person with multiple accounts, or different people using the same app to create weird logos for themselves to use on different social media accounts??

It's cold, dark, rainy and gloomy. I was dreaming about summer on the beach and...... thought a bit exercise now and then shall keep me in form. My good CD friend likes walking to gym and it's no wonder she looks so sexy, but I like to do it in my style..... in heels :)

Good evening! 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

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Love the wholebody stocking

Thanks to all for making me feel welcome since i joined last week. Had some lovely comments and messages. Also had some awful messages from men but just blocked them! Thanks again girls xx🫦

Lovely bottom and stockings x

Little outside strip tease for yall. Idk why but taking off the heels feels more slutty for some reason

Idk why but taking off the heels feels more slutty for some reason

Just had a small cull. Those with no profile pics/fake looking profile pics and the title ******** have been removed. Life’s too short.

To those of you who can still read this, bad luck. You’re stuck with me :D

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