Gonna be all alone in a hotel in Cardiff tomorrow night, opportunity for some free time!!

Serpent II

I wish you know
Who I am...
A tragic
Clowness.
I do kiss
Neither wishing men
Nor bored by life
Princesses

But you
You made me deeply
Think
That My make up
Was not...
Not strong
Not dark
Not ever grim
To be so loved
Too long...

I thought
What if
I change
My day
And try
All shadows
black
And silver hair
Is it nice?...
My lips still
Shall obey...
But I'm looking
Not for kissssss
I wish
Undress
For pretty miss.

Am I to strange
For you in that?....
I kiss you tenderly...
Please let...
Me kiss your Neck
And thighs...
And fingers, lips,
And tragic eyes
And lashes
Shaved eybrow lines...
You will relax
In paradise
I wish
You feel
Your self
Like me...
We are alone
Waiting
Flight
To dreams
That keep
Mind
Paralised...

I've been transferred from the sperm donor clinic..... No one told me I was supposed to leave them in the room alone!

Home alone tonight thinking about meeting someone, but know you cant on here

I'm alone this week if you wanna keep me cumpany xxx

Fun dressing up yesterday in Sheffield xxx shame I was all alone :-(

Any naughty girls like a chat with a naughty home alone girl

At 65, I've spent decades as a transvestite sissy crossdresser, keeping my feminine side tucked away like a guilty secret for most of my life. Skirts, stockings, heels, and lacy things brought me a private thrill and a soft kind of peace, but they also came with shame and isolation. Then volunteering stepped in first in drab male clothes at a local charity shop and quietly cracked the door open to something more. Over time, the idea of exploring crossdressing while volunteering became a gentle, thrilling possibility that blended my two worlds: giving back to the community while letting my sissy self breathe a little in public. Crossdressing and volunteering intersect in beautiful, sometimes nerve wracking ways. Many of us in the crossdressing community already love charity shops and thrift stores they're treasure troves for affordable feminine clothes, vintage dresses, silky blouses, and heels that fit just right without breaking the bank. Shopping there "en drab" (in male presentation) is common and relatively low-pressure; staff rarely bat an eye at a man browsing the women's section, especially if you're polite and purposeful. But taking the next step volunteering while presenting as your feminine self feels like leveling up. It turns the shop into a stage where you can practice being seen, contribute meaningfully, and feel the quiet joy of service wrapped in the fabric that makes you feel most alive. Sorting donations, steaming garments, arranging displays tasks that already feel creative and domestic become even more satisfying when you're doing them in a skirt or blouse that matches the very items on the rails. There's a special little rush when you handle a pretty dress that might have been perfect for your own collection, knowing it's going to help someone else while you get to embody your softer side in a purposeful setting. For many of us older sissies, volunteering offers a gentle way to ease into public expression without the intensity of a full "night out." Charity shops tend to attract kind, community minded people older volunteers, mums, young folks gaining experience, and all sorts in between. The environment is often forgiving and focused on the work rather than on you. Conversations flow naturally over pricing or styling, and you can let your feminine mannerisms show a bit more without forcing anything. It builds confidence the same way my early drab shifts did: through small interactions, teamwork, and the satisfaction of helping keep good clothes out of landfill while raising funds for worthy causes. Of course, it's not without its layers. Some days you might worry about being read, or about awkward questions, or simply about whether the team will accept you. Experiences vary some places are wonderfully inclusive, especially those with ties to causes or progressive areas, while others might feel more traditional. Starting small helps: perhaps a short shift, a subtle feminine touch, nail polish, a unisex but feminine top, or even volunteering at events or organizations where crossdressing is more normalized. I've heard of crossdressers volunteering at community fundraisers, helping at pride related drives, or even assisting in thrift based events where dressing up adds to the fun and visibility. The mental health side is profound. Volunteering already combats loneliness, builds purpose, teaches skills, and creates real connections benefits that feel amplified when you're expressing your authentic self. For a sissy crossdresser like me, it bridges the gap between private indulgence and public living. That hidden part of me stops feeling like a shameful secret and starts feeling like a valid contribution to the world. The social aspect eases isolation in a way therapy alone never quite could; you're valued for your helpfulness, your eye for display, your patience with customers. And yes, there's that extra layer of thrill spotting a gorgeous bargain while wearing something pretty yourself, or feeling the swish of a skirt as you move between racks. Looking back, exploring crossdressing in volunteering has been one of the most rewarding paths for many of us. It doesn't demand you "come out" dramatically; it lets you integrate gradually, at your own pace. Some stay fully en femme for shifts and find warm acceptance. Others mix presentations or keep it subtle. Either way, it fosters growth: more confidence, better social skills, a deeper sense of purpose, and often a surprising amount of quiet support from people who simply see a kind volunteer doing good work. If you're a fellow crossdresser reading this whether you're 25 or 75 consider it. Start by shopping at charity shops to build familiarity, then explore volunteering opportunities. Talk to managers openly if it feels right; many are pragmatic and welcoming when you frame it as wanting to contribute.

Wish I had someone to play with all alone in London x

Home alone and I hope you are all well

Loneliness & Betrayal

I locked
In tears...
Not for long
It is not new
At all
Whenever
Fall in love
With girl
They treat you
As a Doll...

My hands
And legs
Were
For warm Love
Not envy
Piss
Or pain...

I comb
In tears
And my heart
Still
Not absorbing
Pain...

She called
All sudden
We don't meet...
I felt just left
To waste...
I went alone
Real Miss
Don't need
Someone
For date...

I woke early
In cold bad
No kisses
Anymore

Forgive
Forgive
Forget
Forget
Yes
Yes
No
Not..

No more...

Change of Plans...

She called
All sudden
We don't meet...
I felt just left
To wait...
I went alone
Real Miss
Don't need
Someone
For date...

Home alone

Alone, in a hotel room...

I'm tired of living with someone and it feels like I'm living alone

Home alone today.

Just some thoughts from myself.

im getting deeper into crossdressing lately. mostly due to encouragements i got on this site, so thank you everyone for making me feel like im not alone, and what im doing is not really all that wrong.

my next step will be doing makeup. but i guess it would take time to master it. i will probably try then to maybe go out at night something, at least to take a walk around another neighborhood.

when i started crossdressing it was for pure arousal (i guess it starts like that for most of us). dont get me wrong, there is still plenty of arousal to go around when i dress up. but lately, i found that what im enjoying the most is the comfort of woman clothes, and confidence i gain from wearing it. but most of all, i caught myself enjoying the "little things" while i dress up.

even though it's a chore to shave my legs, i really love doing it. i love the scent of body lotion when i apply it, and how soft and shiny my skin feels and looks. even though that doing my toenails takes forever and my back hurts, i really love doing it. i love that i naturally started to tiptoe around the house when i switch between my shoes. i love how i cant decide what to wear even though i have dozens of dresses. i love how i naturally cross my legs when i sit down. i fell in love in the feeling of my long hair waving and sliding across my bare back. i love the feeling when i comb my hair while looking myself in the mirror. i love playing around with a lock of my hair to keep my hands busy and adjusting it constantly over my ear. i love the feeling of wearing tights to bed to take a nap. i like how sad it makes me to see my tights get a run in them. i love to use my finger to adjust the strap on my heels. right now, im wearing some super soft opaque tights, casual bodycon dress, some casual white lingerie, some really nice heels and it is the best, most comfortable feeling to just sit like that in my chair, writing this.

my point is, dressing up makes me feel good. but little things along the way makes me feel really great.

cant wait to cross my legs in front the mirror, to tackle challenge of make up, and top it off with some nice jewelry.

i know, really long one. but i really wanted to say this. what "little things" do you enjoy the most?

I feel alone in this world and know understand me I don't really blame people because I don't even understand myself

Sigh*. All alone again

Home alone and I am feeling very horny... would love to chat

I am devastated
Old and quite kind man fall in love with my images.
All Ladies tricks did not work
Photos and verses were stronger than Stright No
below...
It looks like Kate get into troubles of her role...
Hope not more girly problems...

A Sleep ...

My gates are closed.
Garden sleeps
In quiety of night
So many failed
Open gate...
Why do you
Wish to try?
I might agree
Might open
Door
Might even
Talk time through...
It is excuse
To say upon
I never love,
Love true...
Do you so wish
Me lie and try?
You wish me
Get undressed?
Is it the only reason
Why
You are
My Garden Guest?
No...?
you just wanted see
The plants?
Cornflowers in night...?
Strange wish my visitor
Alas
They are shadows of my past...

I wish
I'll fall in Love one day
And open
To my dreams...
But I have lost
My wish
To try
Be Loved
Be shy
Be pleased ...

Don't try
To change my mind
My  Guest
With hope of
Next time...
How could
I be ...,
Ohh well,
"Princess..."
All after
I have passed?
Forgive me
Shyness
Please, excuse
That I am
Saying straight
My Lotus
Sleep,
Forever
Sleep,
Not opens
In the night...
Please do not
Hope
"I Love You..."
Might anything
To change...
I just was touched
By orange trace
Of lips
On photograph...
I happy freindly
Chat sometimes
And write
You verses though...
But promise
Never
Never
Touch
My Hair
Just at all?
I am alone
Most life
Too late
To try to change
Yes I am old
I am doing
Fine
My voice?
What could it change...?

I could not be
too close fast
I wish
You stay unhurt...
But thank you
For you sending
Heart....
In hands
That opens night...

Please let me
Be shy girl
Away
My voice
Is just
My words...
My life
Is different
And may too frighten
You a lot....

Am I too strange?
Sentimental?
No
I don't trust in Love...
It brought
Too much
Into my life....
Unwanted
From above...


Nothing helps
He is really abusive

I just hate to play with men

No one has ever known about me, been dressing since my teens (now 57) in secret. Now live alone and just can’t resist doing it! Lol

Alone with my self

Morning ladies. Home alone tomorrow so first pics will be incoming. Bit of cam fun as well. Do love my bi weekly Fridays off alone.

Who's having a sexy Sunday all dressed up. Alone or not?

Just home alone

Patti gets to play tonight , lll be home alone , can’t wait to feel my dress and heels

I'm just all alone here partying all by myself and hard and horny is there any one else that would like to chat me really hard and fast lol

Another outfit from my day alone. Trying out a blouse and skirt combo.

I remember my first date with a man. It happened many years ago in May 2011.We arranged the meet through the website for crossdressers/transvestites and their admirers where we both had profiles.He lived in Slough (UK) where he lived alone after his divorce.I was both extremely nervous and excited at the thought that I would be with a man in the very intimate way. I hardly could sleep at night thinking all the time what to wear,what sort of makeup to put on. I know that men love stockings and heels so I took my best pair of ff stockings and heels with me. I also packed my best pencil dress. He picked me at the station in Slough and we went to his place.I felt I was shaking inside with excitement. He took me to his bedroom where I changed my clothes whilst he excused himself.I put on some red lipstick and mascara and my bob black wig. He came back completely naked. My heart started beating like crazy when he approached me and he touched my small clit through the fabric of my lace panties. Gosh, I thought to myself "yess its going to happen".He helped me to pulled down my panties and I started walking around dressed only in a black bullet bra,black stocking with matching supender belt and 6 inches heels. I heard him gasping and I noticed that his **** started to glister.He approached me and grabbed me from behind and started kissing my neck and I turned around and he forced his tongue into my mouth and I didn't resist it. It was so exciting being kissed by a man.He was a good kisser.Also he started rubbing his penis against mine whilst we were kissing.Strangely I was thinking about his wife he had divorced recently so I thought to myself " was the same way he kissed his wife as he's kissing me now".And after that we went to bed together....

Alone in a hotel room if anyone’s wants to telegram me @cuddlygraybear

I'm coming to London for four nights on the 24th Feb for course work
staying an a hotel. I'll be alone and needy if anyone wants to cum over.

I just want to say……..Thank you! I have never felt as sexy as I do when I’m on this sight! You are all amazing and beautiful! I’m humbled by
the fact I am not alone.

Patti can only be Patti when she is home alone and here lately she has no alone time, she really misses being herself and feeling pretty

Alone again lol xx

Alone in the office

Hey!!!!!
Can we talk ??
Matured minds alone pls

I shouldnt be left alone #crossdressing #feelinghot

My fingers tremble, just a faint quiver, as I reach for the foil packet on the nightstand. It’s almost weightless, a promise in silver. I tear it open with deliberate care (the small rip loud in the stillness), and the condom unfurls like liquid mercury. Cool and impossibly thin, it glides down over my already aching ****, sheathing me in a trembling second skin. Safe. Secure. A fragile barrier between me and the avalanche of satin to come. A bead of pre-cum kisses the latex tip; I smile. Patience, little sissy. You’ll have your reward.
The first layer is a whisper-pink satin chemise, so fine it feels wet. I let it slither over my head, down my chest, until the hem brushes mid-thigh. Instantly it warms, clings, releases, and clings again with every breath. My palms chase the fabric, front and back, greedy for the slick heat blooming beneath my touch.
Next, the Black nightgown (double-layered, heavy, devotional). I step into it and draw it upward. The inner lining kisses the chemise, and they sigh together: shhh, shhh, my private lullaby. It falls to my ankles in a perfect liquid column. When I move, both layers ripple, cool against cool, warmer where my body heat pools.
The robe is deep rose, quilted satin outside, and champagne gloss within. Arms slide into sleeves, and the lining floods over my skin like chilled cream poured slow. I cinch the sash, and the world contracts: four surfaces of satin now stroking one another with every heartbeat (chemise on nightgown, nightgown on robe lining, lining on skin). I walk barefoot across the room, and the fabrics answer in overlapping waves: the chemise clings, the nightgown glides, and the robe slithers and sweeps. A private orchestra of frictionless lust.
In the mirror I’m only blush and ivory shimmer, face flushed above an ocean of gloss. I lift my arms; sleeves fall back like slow-motion waterfalls. When they drop, the collapse is a soft, wet thud against my body that I feel in my teeth.
I sink onto the midnight-blue satin duvet and let the robe bloom beneath me. On my back, layers flatten and spread, cool against my shoulder blades, my thighs, and the arches of my feet. I arch (just slightly) and the slide is obscene: satin on satin on satin, endless, merciless.
Knees drawn up, fabric pools thick and warm between my thighs like molten candy. My palms smooth down the front (quilted diamonds, slick columns, clinging chemise, skin), and every layer moves with me, against me, inside me.
Now the first of my headscarves, ballet-slipper pink, three feet of pure satin. Folded triangle wide, draped, pulled beneath my chin, crossed, and knotted tight. It cups my jaw and seals my throat. A second knot sits just under my lower lip like a soft gag. The world muffles instantly.
Second scarf, ivory and heavier. Over the first, tied again triangle wide. Four thicknesses now cradle my head, press my cheeks, and frame my face in a gleaming oval.
Third, a deep rose bandeau wound low, looped twice, and knotted at my nape. My chin is forced gently down; swallowing makes every layer glide against my throat in one slow, liquid swallow of its own.
Then the veils.
Pink chiffon, so sheer it’s barely there, yet it turns every texture beneath into a caress. Ivory voile next, pinned high, floating like breath. Last, pale mint over my face alone, tucked beneath the lowest knot. The room becomes watercolor. Breathing through it is filthy intimacy: the fabric flutters against my lips, tasting faintly of dye and my own heat.
A final white satin ribbon, narrow and merciless. Three coils around my neck over every knot, until only a thick, glossy band remains, pulsing with my heartbeat.
From crown to toe, only satin and chiffon speak. When I turn my head, the scarves whisper, and the veils drift like perfume. Pressure under my chin is constant, loving, and absolute.
One sleeved hand slips beneath the pooled folds at my thighs (satin, satin, satin then the cool, taut drum of latex). The contrast is blinding. I stroke once, slowly. My breath flutters the veil against my lips.
Knees higher. The other hand presses the stacked knots beneath my chin (gentle ownership). I begin: lazy circles that turn greedy. The condom translates every ridge of fabric into bright, liquid fire. Veils drift across my chest with each ragged inhale. Heat blooms, trapped, multiplied, sacred.
Faster. Hips rock. The robe lining slithers against the duvet in one long, wet slide. Scarves tighten as my head sinks deeper into the pillow; the ribbon collar throbs.
Release crashes silent and total. I bite down on nothing but chiffon, a muffled whimper swallowed by layers. Pleasure pours into the latex sheath in thick, obedient pulses, trapped and perfect, echoing through every fold until my whole body is one long satin tremor.
After, I lie glowing. The condom keeps me immaculate (another reverent layer). My chest rises and falls beneath quilted satin and drifting voile; tiny aftershocks ripple like quiet tides.

I don't want to go to the pub alone.

A day spent home alone

Are there cd friends or im alone?

What the f.uck is going on with this website,dick flashers,fake profiles,and f.ucking misfits wherever you look,let alone so called m.istresses wanting to tell you how to eat your breakfast properly,my block button is f.ucking worn out,give it a rest ffs!!

All alone in bed again

Well, it's 1:36am and I'm just chilling here alone once again.. it's been a couple of days since i posted on here so I just wanted to say hi to you guys so... HI!! 👋🏻 I hope all is well and keep being awesome out there

Another new dress thigh highs and new push up bra love being able to buy new clothes. Now some naughty alone time

Its nice to know there millions of us who like to crossdress
I remember when i first started i thought i was abnormal as time goes by i realised im not alone and some cd i find sexually attattractive

This might sound unlikely but I was alone in the office and found this dress in a colleague’s drawer. So I had to try it on, right?

Home alone
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