Good evening everyone xx it's been a while so i thought it was time I popped in to say hello. Life is all good here, had all my checks and consultation with the surgeon today for my GRS.... just waiting for my surgery date now 😊

💙🖤❤️ 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.💙🖤❤️

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.

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 #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/

Just had a small cull. Those with no profile pics/fake looking profile pics and the title Mistress have been removed. Life’s too short. To those of you who can still read this, bad luck. You’re stuck with me :D

Good morning, sisters, new week, new horizons, new events. Life is good, no matter what.😘👌

Rainbow candle... My adopted granddaughter made cake with candles for me and one of them she insisted should be rainbow arch... It was one of those moment when kid suddenly feels truth not ever knowing neither details nor meanings... Or does she feels my hidden life as Kate. I am so amased🌈 How do they feel it?

Need some cock in my life

its been a while how is everyone also btw ive been busy with in real life stuff but im back for a bit :3

Hi 👋, thank you for all the support... Please follow me on my Reddit page. Trans for life 😊❤️🏳️‍⚧️...

I need someone who will make dreams come true by helping push me further and further into full time feminine life until im living full time as female i am dressed up now and want to give my social media account passwords some pictures and videos that i would die if anyone i knew saw them and starting now give me specific instructions to record myself doing and if with in a decent amount of time if you don't receive proof video or anything else you ask i want you to expose me

I know there are a lot of wounded people in crossdressing, wounded not physically, but spiritually. I have many wounds in my soul myself. I just want to leave these lines. You will remain outside, Or you will decide to enter, You will surrender your mind, or your soul — There are only two paths. If you enter — where do you go next? To the right is the path of truth, to the left — of falsehood. You might get so lost that you suddenly start to run Along winding pathways, where bones can't be collected. And having traveled many miles through faceless spaces, To end up in useless and wild places, In places of waiting, where people simply wait. They wait for a train to leave, They wait for a bus to arrive. Or a plane will carry them away, Or a letter will suddenly arrive, Or the rain will fall, That the phone will ring Or the snow will fall, They wait simply — for “yes” or “no”, Or a string of pearls, Or a copper basin, They wait for how they should be Or for a new chance. I edited the photo a bit after reading these lines to illustrate that our path isn't always paved with flowers. But... "show must go on" (с) - Freddy Life goes on, no matter what it is.😘😊💪

In 1981 i put on a pair of my sisters panties just to see how they felt i was 18 i never realised i would be hooked on lingerie for the rest of my life 😍

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. That is why the first two pics show me as my fantasy, as a #gurl, and the other two show me naturally. 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/

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. That is why the first two pics show me as my fantasy, as a #gurl, and the other two show me naturally. Thoughts? Kisses! - Chrissy #sissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #femboy #sissyboy #sissygirl #gurl #trans #transgender #shemale #transgirl #transwoman #transfemale #tgirl #model #modeling #gay #bi #lgbtq #queer #genderfluid #pantymodel #panty #panties #meninpanties #ladyboy More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/

Hey! Been a while because I was so busy with life work, etc. Happy belated Thanksgiving 😊

By constantly focusing on work and completely shutting myself off for 10 long days, I start to feel nostalgic for receiving cuddles, but unfortunately I can't have them. Eh, life is hard even for those who always try to smile like me.

Good morning all, I hope you’re all well and enjoying life.

I was thinking earlier how much easier it is to cross dress these days. Years ago, stuff had to be ordered from catalogues etc and stuff like tights had to be buried in the weekly shop. Nowadays, guys can rummage around in the Ladies section of Primark and even try stuff on and hardly anyone will be fazed by it. That’s nice and let’s face it, we dress because we like it, if others like it too, it’s a bonus. The cloth itself has no gender so why should the finished article? For years I thought it was some sort of weird sexual fetish that I suffered from but when I came out in this group, I realised that it’s just that I’m , like all of us here, a little different in my preferences. Life is too short to be shackled. X

I don't remember the last time in my life I felt as comfortable as in this dress and those shoes...

Veronica’s Life Drama 💔 Real Crossdressing Stories on Youtube https://youtu.be/Cm0SrVQBd4U?si=QVx04L8monI5MCkn #crossdresser #crossdressing #femboy #crossdressers #sissy #maid #nylon #heels

I'm waiting for your opinions girls, I have to give up this beautiful life, even though I don't know how to walk in high heels yet, and my girlfriend left me, I don't know what decision to make, I need help

I love how my mind wonders everywhere. Like the straight life reality but than the sissy crossdresser side wonders what life would be like serving a dominant man or woman just being a sissy 24/7

Orange Dreams ... Orange Ball Orange Dress Orange Lipstick Confess Orange tube White cold gel Orange dreams Orange smells Blue parfume Allien Blue my night Gel is white I so wish Feel the smell Smell of Pleasure And Life... I so wish Feel inside Nerves Of Vaginal Dreams You will Lough I will try Orange dress And white cream.. Orange dress to confess I am sexless as nun Tibet monks Will protest Or accept Kate is fool I so wish Song of Breast I so wish touch of tights Just white cream To immerse Feel what Orange silk hides...

Well, lets start with FATE HATES ME. I went to visit my Dad. He lives close by so I just put a dress on my sport bra and stings. What can go wrong….? I brought donats and Dad asked me to prepare sodas. He is using sodastream. I had a choice with the syrups Pepsi or Tonic. Fate hates me, so I chose tonic. I always know it, I always remember that the tonic syrup (and only tonic) always makes the fountain unless the bottle is closed instantly. Today is Friday, I was waiting for the weekend and drinks back at home… and forgot. Everything, I mean everything on me was wet (I was trying not to flood the entire kitchen so took all the load on me – somebody may say it’s sexy other can add it’s a turn on and I will not argue that 😊, but I was soaked wet at my father’s..). I sweared like a sailor and He came to see what happened, saw me all wet and said take it all off……… I run to the bathroom, no problem with bra, but panties. I did something that will haunt me for the rest of my life…. Found some in the dirt basket. Not mine. I was fighting for my life, please understand…. :) And survived! Have a great weekend! Picture is here just to underline that Fate hates me.

Uploading some older pics of me from previous years that would be on my Fetlife profile.

Santa & Mrs. Claus: Threeway at the North Pole Continued: I was too nervous to answer but nodded. "Good," he exclaimed, "now its my turn. Ho, ho, ho!" With that, Santa took his clothes off, exposing his huge, rock hard, wrinkly magical dick that I knew so well, knew so intimately. He walked over to the bed, grabbed my head from the back of it, and forced us to kiss, his tongue exploring my throat. His free hand felt down my chest and tummy, down to my naked crotch where he pulled on my cock. "I see you're ready," he commented. I could see out of the corner of my eye Mrs. Claus feeling herself up and down, moaning. She fingered her own pussy... Santa then bent down and put my penis into his mouth. He sucked me off...slurping....licking my shaft., squeezing the head with his lips, shaking it with his hand...I was already so aroused that it didn't take me long to cum and fill his mouth up. Santa swallowed it all...smiling, moaning, saying "yum!" and, of course, "ho, ho, ho!" "Get on your hands and knees," the jolly old elf, Santa, demanded. I did, my bare-naked ass now exposed upward at him like a dog in heat presenting herself to a mate. Santa mounted me and like last Christmas, slamming his huge, magical dick into my tight, little boypussy hole doggy-style, making me his. Mrs. Claus came up to the side of the bed and then crawled under me to where she could put her mouth around my cock. So as Santa Claus fucked my ass Mrs. Claus was sucking my dick. When Santa climaxed, seeding me with his semen, I came too, almost choking Mrs. Claus with my boyjuice, who was able to swallow all of it. Santa layed on the bed next to me, his fat, hairy arms around my skinny, smooth ladyboy body, Mrs. Claus layed on the other side next to me, her wrinkly but feminine arms also around me. "I wish you would touch me like that Santa, as you touch Chrissy," Mrs. Claus said, making me uncomfortable. "Ho, ho, ho!" Answered Santa. "It's okay, We have Chrissy now." What did that mean? That I was to continue satisfying both of them? "Not for very long," I added. "Just until I am able to get home." "That will be at least a year," Mrs. Claus commented. I sat up more in shock. "A year? Why?" "No one leaves Santa's Village but Santa and that is only on Christmas Eve." said Mrs. Claus. "And since this Christmas Eve is over, you'll have to wait until next year," Santa added. "I can't wait until next year! I got a life to get back to. People will miss me!" "I'm sorry, Chrissy, but we just don't have any way of getting you home otherwise." "You can't just take me anytime? Have an elf fly the sleigh?" "If people saw Santa's sleigh flying around on any other night than Christmas Eve that would be a scandal." "But a whole year!" "You're not a prisoner. You can walk away anytime. But this is the North Pole. You won't get very far." said Mrs. Claus. "And I couldn't bear to see my baby boy get hurt again." She kissed me on the forehead, while groping my cock, as she said this. "But you have it good here. Free food and board...a warm bed...hot cocoa...and Mrs. Claus and I to sexually satisfy you, ho, ho, ho!" Santa said. "All you have to do for a year is relax and enjoy great sex. Ho, ho, ho!" "And the elves can have a break, Santa," Mrs. Claus said. "Well, we'll see about that. Chrissy is hot and all, but I do like my little elves," said Santa, "ho, ho, ho!" "But not me..." Mrs. Claus said sadly. "Oh, honey, I do love you," Santa said. "But yes, I need something else sexually. Heck, half the reason I took the job I do on Christmas Eve was to be able to fuck so many different people. Like Chrissy! Ho, ho, ho!" Santa grabbed my face again and kissed me, saying, "don't worry. You'll like it here. Ho, ho, ho!" Mrs. Claus grabbed my dick again and got close to me too, whispering, "I guarantee it." And that was my experience with Santa and Mrs. Claus. Ho, ho, ho!

Life's more fun in femme mode, also new boots and stockings

On the runway of life. Still my body - but a dream to walk a fashion runway - all eyes on me experiencing what I believe is my natural beauty. Love everyones comments- in fact my creativity thrives when you comment. Let me know a look you would all might like to see. And I will make it happen. And if you chat with me I can help you make your own dream experiences. Love to all my friends. Dawn ❣️❤️‍🔥💞

I had a really busy week, so today - FRIDAY I needed relax and went shopping. I wanted to buy gym leggings, to show GemSta how a nice ass really looks like 😊. Haven’t found anything nice and black, but spotted nice, black and regular jeans. Of course, I was wearing g-string as usually. I went to the changing room with several cabinets with curtains. It was just jeans, I was listening music on my headphones (Måneskin - "I Wanna Be Your Slave. Live – it is so much better that studio version, and the bass guitar girl….OMG) not paying any attention to what is happening and did not close the curtains entirely. I took off my old jeans, bent over and then glimpsed with the corner of my eye that some people stares at me….. . Mother and father waiting for their kid. As you may have guested correctly It turned me on, obviously (life is not easy), but I can swear, I saw it in their eyes ….. they will go wild tonight! The obvious morale of the story is……. Not every superhero wears a cape! (So I took mine off, as you may see on the attached picture😊). Enjoy the weekend!

Here is one of my awsome photos. (I made several) Using my own body, from when I was in Germany over 10 years ago. I did have a wig on and small breast inserts. At that point in my life I weighed 137pounds. I now am about 158lbs but starting to diet again. Couple of changes now, is my hair is now mid-back length and my breasts are now real Bs. But I think I am a bit chunky. Acording to my current diet plan I can reach 138lbs again by next April. Please give me comments? Dawn 🥰

If you haven't already, you ever think you will reveal your hidden side? I really want to now there's nothing to lose but I live in a pretty backwards old town and life would be made hell with the frustrated secretly curious men. I know I could move, but I love my homelands and I am sick of new beginnings. Thank you 😻

I am thinking of coming out as Bi, I would like to find someone so I can be more free to be Cat, not to live as Cat, but to have that space with someone to express her with a little help, I am sure all crossdressers will say it's not easy feminising alone. I am at a stage in my life where people who know me want me to be happy, nobody needs to know the details. Cat having a loving owner sounds good now.

Morning all just popping on to say hello to my friends and followers Painting all day today easy life rolling the walls pity it’s not a J

Money or life?😈 Lol, are you ready for Halloween, baby?🎃🔥

Unraveling the Thread: How Clothing Has Been Used to Subjugate Women—and Why That’s Changing By Chrissy Why do women have to cover their chests while men can go shirtless in public? It’s a question that may seem simple—but carries profound implications about gender, power, and control. What we wear has never been neutral. Clothing is one of the most immediate ways society tells us who we are, or who we’re allowed to be. And when it comes to gender, clothing has been weaponized—especially against women—for centuries. But this isn’t just about history. It’s about lived experience. It’s personal. My Own Journey Through the Fabric of Gender As someone still exploring my own gender identity, this topic isn’t abstract. I was always a little more feminine than masculine, even as a child. For years, I repressed it—hiding behind "boy clothes" and what society expected of me. But in time, especially through the support of loving partners and close relationships, I came to embrace not only my homosexuality but something even deeper: the truth of my transgender identity. I am a woman—a female self long trapped in a male body. Though I firmly believe clothing shouldn't define gender—because gender identity is internal, not sartorial—clothing still does carry that symbolic weight in our world today. And so, until I find the strength to publicly transition, I express my femininity in the ways that are available to me now: I wear bras and female underwear every day in secret beneath my outwardly masculine clothing. In private, I allow myself to wear skirts, dresses, lingerie, and the soft, beautiful fabrics that make me feel aligned with my true self. It’s not about performance. It’s about presence. It’s about reclaiming what was always mine. The History of Clothing as a Tool of Gender Control To understand how we got here, we must look back. Clothing began as a means of protection. But from early civilization onward, it evolved into a tool of social stratification—and eventually, a means of gender control. Ancient societies created strict visual codes for women, emphasizing modesty, submission, and containment. While men wore tunics or armor suited for movement, battle, and public life, women were wrapped, tied, bound, and veiled. The message was clear: men moved freely through the world. Women did not. In medieval and early modern Europe, this dichotomy hardened. Men's clothing was practical. Women’s clothing was restrictive, ornate, and often uncomfortably symbolic. Corsets, crinolines, and hoop skirts made running, fighting, or even breathing difficult. These garments weren’t just fashion—they were cages. If you were wearing a dress, you weren’t riding into battle. You weren’t speaking in court. You weren’t commanding an army or a kingdom. You were ornamental. You were controlled. Modesty, the Female Chest, and the Double Standard These patterns persist today—nowhere more clearly than in the sexualization of the female chest. The fact that a man can walk down the street shirtless without a second glance, while a woman can be arrested for doing the same, speaks volumes. This isn’t about modesty. It’s about power and shame. The female chest has been hyper-sexualized while simultaneously shrouded in taboo. This serves to objectify women and punish them at the same time. Even breastfeeding in public is controversial in many places—seen not as natural or maternal, but as obscene. This double standard is part of a larger system that says women must be desirable but modest, visible but not too loud, strong but not threatening. And clothing is the vehicle through which these contradictory demands are enforced. Clothing as Power—and Resistance Throughout history, clothing has helped define who was allowed to hold power. Male garments—uniforms, suits, boots—were made for authority. Female garments were not. This is why women were long excluded from spaces of governance and decision-making. Until just a few decades ago, women couldn’t wear pants in courtrooms or on the floor of the U.S. Senate. Power had a dress code—and that dress code was male. To be continued in next post... Love, Chrissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #CD #gurl #sissy #sissyboy #trans #tgirl #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #ladyboy #femboy #shemale

🌸 Between Silk and Skin: Understanding the Line Between Crossdressing and Being Transgender By Chrissy “Maybe I’m not one or the other. Maybe I’m something in between—and that’s okay.” 🧠 What’s the Difference? When people hear “crossdresser” and “transgender,” they often picture the same thing—or get the definitions confused. But these words speak to different experiences, identities, and emotional landscapes. In simple terms: Crossdresser: A person (usually male-assigned at birth) who enjoys dressing in clothing typically associated with another gender, usually for self-expression, fun, comfort, identity exploration, or even erotic reasons. This doesn’t necessarily mean they want to live as that gender full-time. Transgender: Someone whose gender identity is different from the sex they were assigned at birth. A transgender woman was assigned male at birth but identifies as a woman—and may or may not take steps to socially, medically, or legally transition. 🩷 My Journey (So Far) I’m still figuring it all out. For most of my life, I lived as a man—because that’s what the world expected. But in quiet moments, in safe spaces, I allowed my femininity to surface. At first, I called it crossdressing. I liked how I felt in soft clothes, in cute outfits, in long hair and smooth skin. It was sensual… empowering… liberating. But it wasn’t just the clothes—it was me, underneath them. I still don’t know where I fall on the spectrum. Maybe I’m a crossdresser. Maybe I’m genderfluid. Maybe I’m a transgender woman still waiting to be born. What I do know is this: I feel most alive when I’m Chrissy. I feel most whole when I’m seen. I feel most me when I stop trying to choose sides. 🫶 A Spectrum, Not a Binary Gender is not black and white—it’s fluid, rich, and deeply personal. Some crossdressers live full, happy lives identifying as men who occasionally (or frequently) express femininity. Some transgender women started out crossdressing because it was safer than admitting the truth. Others—like me—are still discovering who they are. You might ask: Am I a crossdresser or something more? What does it mean if I like being called “she” sometimes? Do I want to be a woman or just look like one? The answer might be “yes,” “no,” “sometimes,” or “I’m not sure yet.” And all of those are valid. 💬 A Note on Shame and Freedom Growing up, I repressed my feminine side. I feared being laughed at, rejected, or labeled. I used filters to feminize my face online—not to trick anyone, but because I liked how I looked. It made me feel beautiful. For now, it’s my way of being seen. One day, I’ll do the makeup. The hair. The outfit. One day, I’ll walk outside and own her. For now, I’m just beginning. If you feel the same—if you’re navigating the space between crossdressing and being trans—you are not alone. 🎀 Final Thoughts You don’t need to rush toward a label. You don’t need to transition or explain yourself to anyone. You don’t need to choose “male” or “female” like you’re checking a box. You just need to be—whatever that means, however that looks, however long it takes. You’re not broken. You’re not confused. You’re becoming. And I’m becoming right there with you. What are your thoughts? With love, — Chrissy

Just dreaming! So long since I dressed life is annoying sometimes! Other shops are available!!!

#sissy #sissyboy #sissylife #sissytransformation #sissytime #sissygurl #sissygoals #sissybaby #feminization#crossdresser #crossdressing #sissycaptions #sissyhypno #sissytransformation

Evening all who would like to chat and life and the more interesting bits of it 💋👄😘😈

With my friends, almost all the time, family... 90 and 93, don't want to kill them with the shock, bt they *may* be starting to twig... And dressing as myself is an essential part of my life, not just "cosplay" or a fetish!

LIFE IS GOOD 🌊❤️‍🩹🥰

I know that I am not the most beautiful girl out there. But when I was on another app trying to meet someone to talk too, I had a very derogatory introduction. I am sorry that I don't live up to the expectations of everyone, but I have had a hard life of work. It is keyboard warriors with no profile picture that can go to mommy and daddy's pantry. Grab a great big bowl of "Dickaroo" cereal and choke on the chocolate ones. Sorry for the rant, but it is very disheartening and blatantly rude.

Torture Garden is on my mind. Coming to the Los Angeles area butt once per year (normally, rare exceptions occur), and I'm stressing about my latex. Please fashion Gods and Goddesses, see that inmy rubber is delivered without issue by mid November. --- If you're in the UK, I'm jealous AF that TG exists monthly for your masochistic pleasures and sadistic delights. If you didn't know, now you do, so go! Lmk his fabulous the night is and spread the word. Samesies for the annual Glitter festival. Jealous!! 🤎🖤 --- Pics from past TG events in LA, some with a hint of my partner as shared from fetlife for permission purposes.

38 year old secret cd. I would do literally anything to be feminized. Looking to chat to awesome people. Please help Sissy Sarah come to life xxx Dms always open xx Would do literally anything to dress in public xx discretion vital x