So many friend requests yet so many idle thumbs for chatting xx

I never thought a simple late-night scroll on Temu would change how I saw myself in the mirror.

My hands were shaking a little when I clicked "Buy Now" on that dress. The listing was a chaotic poem of keywords: Black Satin Fairy Vintage Sweet Dress Mesh Long Lace... Hollow Out Puff Sleeve Floral... Off Shoulder Fairy Princess Long Satin Mesh Gothic Lady Ruffle. It was everything at once — sweet, dark, romantic, dramatic — and somehow it felt like it had been waiting for me.

I'm sixty-four. Short. Heavy. The kind of body the world politely looks past. For most of my life I kept the part of me that loved beautiful, flowing things locked away in a mental attic. But the older I get, the less patience I have for hiding.

The package arrived on a grey Tuesday afternoon. I signed for it quickly, heart thumping like a teenager sneaking something forbidden. I carried the brown box upstairs like it contained state secrets, locked the bedroom door, and tore into it.

Inside lay folds of deep black satin that caught the lamplight like liquid night. Delicate mesh panels shimmered with tiny floral embroidery. The puff sleeves were ridiculously romantic — exaggerated, dreamy, almost cartoonishly glamorous. Lace spilled from every edge. The off-shoulder neckline promised to bare collarbones I usually keep hidden under sensible jumpers.

I stripped down, stood in front of the full-length mirror in just my underwear, and stepped into the dress.

The satin whispered against my legs as I pulled it up. It was surprisingly forgiving — stretchy in the right places, structured in others. I wriggled my arms through those massive puff sleeves; they ballooned around my upper arms like dark fairy wings. I tugged the bodice into place, smoothed the ruffled layers over my stomach, and finally reached back to zip it (with some creative contortions and a coat hanger as backup).

Then I looked up.

And I stopped breathing for a second.

The woman — no, the creature — staring back wasn't sixty-four. She wasn't short and soft and ordinary. She was a midnight fairy queen who had wandered out of some gothic storybook and decided to be indulgent today. The black satin hugged and draped in ways that turned every curve into intention. The hollow-out lace panels teased just enough skin to feel dangerous. Those enormous puff sleeves framed me like I belonged on a velvet throne instead of a suburban bedroom carpet.

I turned sideways. The long skirt flared dramatically, the mesh overlay catching light like spiderwebs covered in frost. I twirled — actually twirled — and watched the layers float outward in perfect slow motion, the ruffles whispering secrets to each other.

For once, the mirror wasn't my enemy. It was showing me something true.

I hadn't planned to go anywhere. But suddenly I needed to feel this outside these four walls.

I threw on a long black coat (practicality dies hard), slipped my feet into the only pair of low heels I own that almost match, draped a soft scarf over my wig to hide the fact I hadn't styled it yet, and stepped out into the January dusk.

The cold air hit my bare shoulders like a slap and a caress at the same time. I walked to the end of the street and back — only fifteen minutes — but every step felt like gliding. The satin moved against my thighs. The sleeves swayed. A neighbour's security light caught me as I passed; for a heartbeat I was illuminated, black lace and floral shadows glowing against the night.

No one stopped me. No one shouted. A dog walker nodded politely like I was simply another eccentric on an evening stroll.

When I got home, I locked the door, dropped the coat on the floor, and stood in front of the mirror again — this time under brighter light, no scarf, no hiding.

Here’s the thing about that dress: it doesn’t care that I’m sixty-four, or that I carry extra weight, or that my hands are rough from decades of practical work. It simply drapes itself over me and says, You are allowed to be this glamorous. You are allowed to be this much.

I smiled at my reflection — a real smile, not the careful half-one I usually wear.

Then I whispered to the woman in the mirror, the one who finally looked like she belonged in a fairy tale:

"Thank you for coming out to play, love. We’re keeping the dress."

JosieD, you appear to have a nose for smelling out scammers, as I have myself. It appears to me also that there are these people on every site and it damn well spoils the site. Thanx lots ..xx

Wife love helping me crossdressing she says its a real turn on

Who wants to come join me outside

The amount of times I e been caught in a skin tight pink thong… it almost double digits!hehe🫣🫦

Hope you've all had a nice weekend and had lots of action

Hey all

Brittany727 couldn't take the heat. removed my posts then blocked me lol. and for the rest of you idiots stop effin' giving her hearts and thumbs up. its a scammer!

A glimmer of hope... The site 'Chloe' has posted an interesting post on here asking what we would like to see and happen on the site. Please try and find it and post your suggestions and priorities. This may help get rid or fast track remove the dom cis women and scammers off the site and make it more respectable if you know what i mean. allow this site to grow and be used without distraction so we can enjoy CD and all that goes with it. You can guess I posted my thoughts lol and everyone has their own take but hopefully they will be gathered, read, and action taken to improve the site into a great site

Hello girls just a quick question!!! I just bought these breast pumps and I must say they have a very good suction , I have only used them twice for about 10 minutes at a time but not sure if am pumping them to big because it hurts but I nice hurt if you know what I mean, so my question is has anyone used them and do they work and am I using them correctly???? X

No one puts baby in a corner =)

One week since the release of She Has a GUN.

Thank you to everyone who’s listened, shown love, and followed the journey on Facebook, Instagram, and YouTube.

It truly means everything.
Special Thanks to Jasmine, for being an inspiration and a friend x

#twinklelittlestar

https://youtu.be/w50WrBV6uRA?si=r__q3qNJRsTYoSkz

I'm a highly educated gentleman lifelong lover of attractive cis women; that now prefers a sissy/CD/trans beautiful women. For me it all starts with facial physical attraction and a feminine sexy body. That's what creates a spark to kiss and it's what's down below that satisfies my oral fixation. I'd prefer a relationship with permanence butt it could start as FWB. You must look feminine all the time. I'm all masculinity with a strong manly prowess.

I'm a mess you all did this. Trying to get dressed. I'll stay nude 4 me for a while. Raising my glass of wine to you all. Thanks Gracias Cheers Proscht Saluti Dzieski Shabash Protsaahit Karana ciao for now. SinDy

I'm scrolling while strolling down memory lanes in my deep dark lightening path I've chosen. I am visiting and viewing all your profiles. I am in awe. Humbled and almost weeping the fact I lost so many years to myself. Because of fear addictions I did NOT ask for. It's like @Adele sings....I was just a child. Didn't get the chance to choose. I've known since i was born i was different. Always the wise ass the funny one. Performer of claps that grew and grow to this day. If i told you who i was in my days and nights you would either laugh cry or just stare in amazement. I have wrestled and fought this reslity since i was was 4. I never knew the acceptance, love and satisfying self worth i alwsys held to close, to quiet, to damn fuckin quiet. I Am Me. You are you. I am grateful, humbled, amazed. Blown awsy. Pun intended. If ive mad you smile laugh identify or weep im #GLAD I AM SO OVERWHELMED AND EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU NADE MY FUCKIN YEAR. 2026 IM UNSTOPPABLE. THANK YOU ALL. to every beginner novice medium and #******** i tip my #MichaelJackson Velvet hat. I grab my crotch and i saw. It dont matter if yojr #BlackOrWhite it just does NOT matter. Not then. Not now and not tomorrow. #Sisterhood #Light #Flow #Freedom and #EvenNow #BarryManilow even now. Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo sincerely yours SisterSinDy

DO IT LETS HAVE FUN

New booty shorts! They feel sooo good on me too. Super soft!

I love my eyes in this feeling pretty today and feminine. Some new skirts got delivered today, roll on summer

I don't know what to do anymore lol. I feel so much happier dressed up with all the compliments I get the attention I get it just makes me feel happier. I feel so sexy all the time whenever I dress. I think Alisha is wanting to come out even more, normally I do a great job hiding my things dresses toys etc. I left out my dildo and my wife found it and was all pissed off. Idk what to do anymore lol. Btw new dress

Not looking for a s.l.a.v.e to serve me its just for fun ! X

I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my dimly lit bedroom, my heart pounding with anticipation. At 64 years old, my body had softened over the years—my ample belly and wide hips a testament to a life of indulgence, now embraced in my secret world as a sissy crossdresser. Layers of shimmering satin enveloped me like a cocoon, not restraining but caressing every curve. A voluminous satin nightgown draped over my frame, its glossy fabric pooling around my thighs, while beneath it, satin panties hugged my skin, and a satin slip added another silky barrier. I felt shrouded, encased in luxury, every movement sending whispers of fabric against fabric.
My hands trembled slightly as I reached for the condom on the nightstand. I tore open the packet with care, the latex unfurling smoothly. Sliding it over my hardening arousal, I savored the initial cool tightness, a prelude to the symphony of sensations to come. It fit snugly, ready to capture the climax of this intimate ritual.
Now, I turned my attention to the fabrics that called to me. My fingers glided over the satin nightgown, tracing the smooth, slippery surface that clung to my obese form. The material shifted with each breath, rubbing against my skin in waves of electric silkiness. I ran my hands down my sides, feeling the layers bunch and slide, the overwhelming sensuality building as the satin whispered promises of ecstasy. My belly, soft and round, pressed against the inner layers, amplifying the friction—cool satin warming to my body heat, turning into a second skin that teased every nerve.
I moved to the dresser, where my collection of headscarves awaited. First, I selected an oversized satin one in deep crimson, draping it over my head like a veil of night. It cascaded down my back and shoulders, the edges brushing my neck. I tied it firmly under my chin, the knot secure but gentle, then looped the excess around my neck in a loose bow, adding another layer of encasement that framed my face in glossy folds. The satin pressed softly against my cheeks, its texture so smooth it felt like liquid silk pouring over me.
Not satisfied, I layered another—emerald green, even larger, overlapping the first. I repeated the process: over the head, tied under the chin with a double knot for that extra hug of fabric, then wrapped around my neck in elegant loops that nestled against my throat. The combined weight was delicious, the satins rustling together with every turn of my head, sending shivers down my spine. A third layer followed, ivory white and billowing, tied and looped in the same manner, now creating a multi-hued shroud that muffled the world outside, focusing all sensation inward.
To complete the encasement, I added the sheer voile chiffon veils. These were lighter, almost ethereal, like mist. I pulled the first one over my head as a hood, its transparent layers fluttering down to my shoulders, veiling my vision in a hazy dreamscape. The chiffon whispered against the satin scarves beneath, a delicate contrast to their heavier gloss—airy and teasing, brushing my lips and eyelids with feather-light touches. I added a second chiffon veil, then a third, each one encasing my head further, the sheer fabric layering into a translucent barrier that heightened every breath, every subtle movement.
Encased now from head to toe, I lay back on the bed, the satin sheets beneath me adding to the chorus. My hands explored freely: sliding under the nightgown to feel the panties' slick embrace, then up to my chest where the slip's fabric bunched against my skin. The sensations overwhelmed me—the cool slide of satin on satin, the warmth building where layers met my body's curves, the chiffon veils shifting like a gentle breeze across my face. My arousal throbbed within the condom, begging for attention.
I gave in, my hand wrapping around myself through the thin latex. The strokes were slow at first, savoring how the satin panties amplified each motion, the fabrics around me rustling in rhythm. The headscarves tugged slightly with my movements, their knots and loops a constant reminder of my shrouded state. Faster now, the sensations cresting—silky textures merging into a tidal wave of pleasure. With a muffled gasp beneath the veils, I released, filling the condom in blissful waves, my body quivering in the satin embrace until I lay spent, utterly satisfied in my encasement.

A photo my new boyfriend took of me on our date:

#sissy #sissies #sissyboy #sissyboys #sissygirl #sissygirl #gurl #gurls #crossdresser #crossdressing #crossdressers #CD #TS #tgirl #gay #lgbq #shemale #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transfemale #femboy #femboys #femman #gaydate #loveislove

Morning girls x not even going to attempt going to work its 6inch deep in snow here xx

I'm getting sick of visiting this site! All I seem to do is block the idiots!

i finally decided my new years resolution. Though I hate wasting time on this site and not getting on with the real reason we come here, I'll not only continue to report and block the scamming dom cis women that appear, but tell anyone who gives them positive messages and emoji's a telling off for being thick as shite. anyone encourages these scammers who will empty your bank account and blackmail you without a ounce of humanity you really deserve it but before that happens I'd like to say to you all to go fuc k yourself and block me so i don't have to read your shite comments any more. If you want to look at p0rn go on a p0rn site as this isn't the site for you. As a guide, its quite simple, cis women accounts posting pictures and especially ones going on about b d s m your sissy ass have absolutely nothing to do with this site other than to try and rip you off. My other resolutions are to block the AI FaceApp addicts, as if I can post real pictures then the rest of you can too. If you don't want to show your face then crop it out. And while its bad enough dealing with the scammers, anyone who may be a real cd that's posting hairy arses and little ugly d1ck pics are just disgusting and not for this site! READ THE FU CKING RULES. Expect to get verbal for being ignorant, selfish and not caring. Not only do we have to deal with the scammers, we have you too. There's plenty of other sites where you can show your bits off on so go there and don't bother this site, or at very least do it in DM's with participating people. So for all the people this applies to have a Happy New Go Fu ck Yourself New Year! Don't bother commenting if I upset you as i don't give a flying fu cking. Have a nice day :0)

My name is Wem Martyn. I’m a UK-based musician, producer, and writer.

My music explores identity, conflict, and the state of the world we live in — music shaped by urban nights, hidden truths, and emotional tension.

The journey begins with “She Has a GUN”, an opening statement and the first release in a wider vision. I will be releasing a new song at the start of every month for the whole of 2026.

My music is for those who believe the world can be better.

Please like and subscribe to my Facebook, Instagram and YouTube channel.

https://youtube.com/@wemmartyn

#twinklelittlestar

a little outside jaunt in my short black mini and stockings

Nighttime ponderings….almost a week back glad festive period finally over. Over opinionated family members trans phobic. Fighting our corner. So hard with what happened in Scotland. Every cart has its rotten apples but we aren’t all bad x Keep been brave x

Hi friends, please if you care about the rights of sex workers please use this link to email your MP’s:

http://scotlandfordecrim.netlify.app

There’s a vote coming that if passed will let the Scottish government implement the so called Nordic Model, a failed model that increases stigma and harms Sex Workers, opening them up to even more abuse from our authorities

Pretty hot outside today

Let ai take an original pic and blow it up with a prompt to make be a bimbo blonde - I was already blonde and in this top but on your own it’s difficult to get full height shots - my lips aren’t anywhere as lush as these pillows

Good afternoon everyone hope you are having a great day. Just a couple of my outfit today one of my favorite short skirts and I love my boots.

Ive now been crossdressing for over 45 years now all idid was to put a pair of my sister panties on just to see how they felt against my skin.
When i first started on my crossdressing journey i never realised there millions of us in the world its amazing how wearing women's clothing is so addictive.

Exception ...

I've lost my peace
I've met a Miss
She's suddenly
Undressed...
She was so beautiful and
Said
Please, please...
I want to be impressed
I want to see you
All,
Be doll,
Pull off your top
And pants
I want to feel
Your body
Girl...
And
Kiss
And feel
Romance...
My lips
Responded
In the dark
We trembled
In tight hug...
I whispered
I wish I could...
She answered
My Love...

She was so passionate and
Strong
And gave me wisdom
Stroll
I beg her kissing palms and feet
I always be your girl...

Trans perverts need to be gone, your destroying society, grow up, get real, and be human again please!

If you don't like my posts just scroll past them or feel free to block me so they won't come up in your feed. But it is completely uncalled for to be insulting and a bully. As the old saying goes, "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." Besides that, but I never pretended to be a pro crossdresser, drag queen, or a passable trans girl. I freely admit I have a long ways to go. And yet even then multiple guys every day contact me for a date, and I have had many boyfriends. If you are rude at all I will block you.

This outfit may be the simplest but I definitely like it.

Comfort is what counts, and these leggings and hoodie are so comfortable.

how it feels to become sensualy smooth and slip on sexually gratifying nylons or stockings is a feeling that can be only described as amazing and begs the question for relaxing why do men have such totally boring clothes that are not sexy or sensual , burn the underpants and pull on the panties .

All dressed up an nowhere to go #sissy #heels #tights

Good morning sweets! What's on your schedule today? I met an incredible man last night and I hope we develop a great long-lasting erotic, romantic and intimate relationship! Kisses!
-Chrissy

http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/

#sissy #sissyboy #sissies #sissyboys #sissygirl #sissygirls #femboy #femboys #femman #gurl #crossdresser #crossdressers #crossdressing #tgirl #shemale #shemalechrissy #sissychrissyinsandiego #chrissyinsd #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transfemale #transgender #lgbt #queer #gay #dancing #twerking #pantyboy #meninpanties #dress #menindresses

I keep seeing posts on Facebook that people want cleaners for a couple of hours a week and people commenting with prices and stuff. I’d love to say I’ll do it for free if I can be dressed up whilst doing it.

Ooh who wants to spank me

https://www.msn.com/en-gb/news/world/just-four-people-complained-about-trans-people-in-toilets-since-2022/ar-AA1TG2WN?ocid=winp1taskbar&cvid=7bc853e556d3430a82ed7fdc6b73a0ca&ei=8

Which is the "well, there's a surprise" smiley?

i'd love to stay snuggly warm underneath her voluminous satin skirts and pleasure her in secret.

A overweight obese solitary Milf in Black Satin Victorian mourning attire, surrounded by satin black puppies in a dimly lit, cluttered street, enclosed by arcane instruments and half-finished potions. I know I would.

There's something about these leather pants that really intrigues me... that feeling of tightness against my legs is something wonderful.

I hope I'm not the only one who feels that. Let me know.

To everyone on the planet, I'm sorry, I'm rubbish at staying in touch there's two really good reasons for that, 1 I get really busy and by time I start winning down its like 2 in the morning, 2 the main one I just get fed up of social media