More dressed on this one…these boots feel amazing. Zip all the way up just the way I like them!!x

I love leather boots! Very beautiful!

Afternoon everyone hope your having a good day.
1st new of the new outfits delivered today. Not sure about this not sure if it suits me the length seems too long to me or it could be that my legs are bare,maybe the boots. Opinions welcome. Xandra

Love these boots. What you see is what you get. Nothing to hide here.

A MaleToFemale (MTF) Photographic Studio Visual.
Becoming Femme and Feminizing as my alter ego model Valentina Valentine.
Hair & Make-Up ready.
Love the skin you’re in.
Being androgynous is not a sin.
Please enjoy. Comments are always welcome.

#transfluid #femboy #mtftransition #femboycosplay #maletofemale #crossdresserslut #crossdressermodel #crossdressing #crossdresser #femboylegs #femboyheaven #transworld #justcrossdressers #transpinupgirl #Androgyny #femmeworld #pridemonth

Loving these thigh high boots....

A MaleToFemale (MTF) Photographic Studio Visual.
Becoming Femme and Feminizing as my alter ego model Valentina Valentine.
Hair & Make-Up ready.
Love the skin you’re in.
Being androgynous is not a sin.
Please enjoy. Comments are always welcome.

#transfluid #femboy #mtftransition #femboycosplay #maletofemale #crossdresserslut #crossdressermodel #crossdressing #crossdresser #femboylegs #femboyheaven #transworld #justcrossdressers #transpinupgirl #Androgyny #femmeworld #pridemonth

Silly outfit ...

A silly style?
I asked myself
However bought and tried...
And now go to work...
And guess...
Nobody ever minds...
Just taller boots
And leather dress
With lilly jacket
To impress

But Time has change
My attitude
And to my great delight
This leather dress
Too short
But good
To show legs
And feel alright...
When in
My shyness
And sad mood...
Same silly
Sentence
I am fine....

Rain had only just stopped when I stepped into it, the bricks to my left sweating out the day’s cold like they were ashamed of it. Red light bled down the wall from some unseen sign, staining the mortar like an old wound. The ground was slick, puddles trembling at the slightest whisper of wind, turning every flicker of neon into a broken mirror.
And there I was wrapped in black satin.
People imagine cloaks like this are heavy wool or ancient velvet, something dragged from a crypt or stitched by candlelight. Mine isn’t. It’s polyester with a satin silk touch finish. It gleams like midnight oil. It flows like water. It clings when the air grows damp. Practical, really. Fantasy aesthetics, modern materials.
Still, when it moves, it sounds like secrets.
The hood sits low over my face, not because I’m hiding, but because it feels right. The fabric drapes from my shoulders in deliberate folds, catching the dim light and holding it for a heartbeat before letting it slip away. The hem trails behind me, drinking from the wet pavement. Each step pulls a faint whisper from the ground, a soft shhh as though the alley itself is urging me onward.
I pause midway down.
There’s a particular stillness in places like this an out of season quiet, the kind that makes even distant traffic sound like it’s happening in another life. My reflection shivers in a puddle at my feet. The cloak makes me look taller there. Broader. Almost mythic.
That’s the trick of it, really.
You put on something like this and the world rearranges itself around you. The bricks become castle walls. The fire escape above turns into a wrought-iron battlement. The neon haze thickens into enchanted fog. And the ordinary act of walking home from a late shift becomes a pilgrimage through shadow.
But here’s the truth: I wear it because I like how it feels.
The satin lining is cool against my skin at first, then slowly warms, molding to me. The weight isn’t oppressive it’s reassuring. Like being wrapped in night itself. The gloves at my hands shine when I flex my fingers, catching the blue glow from the streetlight at the far end of the alley.
I hear footsteps behind me.
Not close. Not threatening. Just distant enough to remind me that I am not the only story moving through this city. I don’t turn around. The cloak does that work for me, rippling slightly as I shift my stance, letting whoever it is see only a silhouette.
Let them wonder.
There’s power in ambiguity. In becoming a shape rather than a person. In letting the wet pavement carry your reflection farther than your shadow.
A gust of wind slips down the alley and catches the cloak’s edge. For a moment, it billows out behind me like a dark sail. The fabric flashes with a slick, liquid sheen, then settles again, obedient and heavy.
I step forward.
The puddles part around my boots. The bricks watch without comment. The neon hum continues its low, electric chant.
I am not a sorcerer. Not a vigilante. Not a figure from some ancient order.
But in this alley, under this light, wrapped in satin black that drinks the world and gives nothing back, I am something close enough.
And sometimes, close enough is all you need.

Got some new boots!!!! X

Nite out... unsure what to wear....this crop top and a leather skirt with my thigh boots??

I changed make up
To very bi...
And silver pale shade
My age's not passing
Verifiiii
So I could not engage...
In world of dangerous
Bi girls
That might seduce me
By heart force...

I wear baby shorts
And lace
Long boots without heels
Perhaps it is too childish
Suit
For guys in verifiiii?....

red leather skirt, patterned tights and these boots are killer combo. (l was told by certain someone )

I wanted to shave my legs the other day but my hair was very long so I decided I was going to use hair removal cream instead. In the past I found Veet worked well but caused irritation so I looked at the men's section in Boots and found Nads for men cream. It may have left a few hairs and I doesn't come with the scraper but there has been no irritation and they also do it for intimate areas too!

Careful who you bump into at ur local train station lol
#sexy #stocking #redboots

Some me time, just can't walk anywhere in these boots!

Last post for today. Something a bit different. Which combination is your favourite? All paired with my very cute knee high socks.
Loafers; White Dress Shoes; Ankle Boots; and Converse. :)

Random question. Has anyone here ever worn shoes or heels for that matter in mud? I know it might sound a bit random but let me explain. Ever since I can remember I've always loved playing in mud. Having had a semi country upbringing. I was always playing in mud. First it started with Rain Boots but then overtime I decided to try different shoes. I think I remember wearing my leather ankle boots in mud as well as my Converse Sneakers. Both an amazing experience. More recently I wore my Mary Jane Flats in mud and that was so much fun. Would be interested in hearing your thoughts and opinions on this anyway. :)

Had a fantastic morning trying on my shoes and boots. I really loved every minute of it. Each pair worn with Stockings. :)

Black boots, heels or White Boots?

For this weather it's got to be boots and jeans

A silly style?
I asked myself
However bought and tried...
And now go to work...
And guess...
Nobody ever mind...
Just taller boots
And sexy outfit
Soooo suits...

I do love my heels, but I think this dress is better suited to be worn with chunky boots. What do you think?

I do love a short Dress with Thigh Length Boots

Short Satin Dresses, Leopaed Print, Stocking & Boots what more do you need?

Black Leather Skirt, Boots & Leopard

In this year of Our Lord 1885, I, a gentleman of four-and-sixty summers and considerable corpulence, find myself irrevocably committed to the most elaborate and humiliating semblance of a widow in deepest mourning, nay, a sissy crossdresser, every contour of my person exaggerated into an absurd excess of feminine propriety at the unyielding command of Madame. My unwieldy frame is confined within a voluminous gown of black bombazine, its lustrous silk bodice drawn so severely that my affixed bosom rises and falls in mock matronly dignity. Upon my head sits an immense crape bonnet, enveloped in multitudinous folds of black crepe veiling that descend softly over my countenance and shoulders like the very pall of perpetual bereavement, its diaphanous gauze quivering with each breath and rendering me a figure of spectral, enforced delicacy.
Beneath this sombre raiment, a prodigious crinoline encircles my ample waist, distending the skirt to such extravagant breadth that every halting step discloses the lace-fringed hems of my cambric under-drawers and the delicately trimmed tops of my black lisle stockings, secured by embroidered satin garters. At times madame requires silk hose of the sheerest texture, yet the mortification endures undiminished. My feet, protesting and swollen, are imprisoned within patent leather ankle boots of four inches’ Louis heel, their pointed toes permitting a glimpse of my varnished nails in pitiable vulnerability. Should indolence be suspected, Madame fastens the straps with black satin ribbons, forestalling any attempt at relief. My hands, bearing permanent false nails of gleaming pearl, are gloved in lace mittens, adorned with rings upon every finger, while a jet choker of frilled design encircles my thick neck as a badge of submission. The whole attire is so profoundly girlish, so burdened with widow’s frippery, that it would provoke scandal even among the most devout matrons of Her Majesty’s court.
I descend from our Brougham in the crowded precincts of Covent Garden, With utmost caution I arrange my skirts, the heels resounding sharply upon the cobblestones, and proceed with mincing steps, hips swaying perforce beneath the crinoline’s dominion and the boots’ perilous elevation. Soft laughter ripples along the stallholders. Smiles of polite astonishment. Complimentary remarks follow. “La, madam, what a most becoming habit of mourning!” one declares. “The veil is exceedingly elegant, and those boots quite the mode!” They suppose it a seasonal fancy. I colour deeply beneath the crepe, threading my way through the ordeal with measured tread, aware that I shall return in seven days, and seven again thereafter, clad precisely thus, bereft of any festal pretext merely a creature wholly subject to his lady’s will.
I procure the articles enumerated upon Madame's list, tea of finest quality, spices, and provisions discharge the account, and retire with mincing gait to the carriage, crinoline whispering, veil fluttering like a mourner’s sigh. Madame directs that I convey her thither beforehand, yet she commands me first to enter and obtain her broadsheet and sweetmeats. As I totter across the thoroughfare, heels clacking, a lady seated in an adjacent Hansom calls out: “Those boots are positively ravishing, madam!” I turn, the veil shifting with ethereal grace, and reply in a low, submissive tone, “I am most obliged to you, Madame is pleased to attire me in this manner at all times.” She laughs with genuine delight. “Would that I might prevail upon my own husband to exhibit such commendable obedience!” Having restored Madame to her residence, I repair to the wine merchant’s. The moment I enter, eyes fix upon me chuckles, prolonged gazes. The proprietress cannot forbear a smile at my boots, her glance ascending to my carefully plucked brows, arched with precision. “Heavens preserve us,” she exclaims, “this is no mere passing fancy of costume. You have worn it for a considerable period, have you not?” I venture a faint, veiled smile. “Indeed, madam… it is the garb prescribed for me upon every occasion of shopping. I endeavour, by degrees, to grow reconciled to it.” A youthful clerk conveys the case of port to the carriage. He chuckles softly. “You bear it with uncommon grace, sir.” Madame assures me that habituation shall ensue. “In due course, the sense of mortification will diminish,” she declares with quiet conviction. “You will become thoroughly accustomed to your station as my devoted maidservant.” She contemplates the future with satisfaction: I, attending to the household in full uniform, discharging her every errand, awaiting her return in patient seclusion. Upon her entrance, I must execute a profound curtsey and relieve her of mantle and parasol. At every ingress or egress from a chamber curtsey. All domestic duties devolve upon me, performed amid the perpetual rustle of bombazine and crinoline.

me wishing I was out dancing and drinking in my boots and skirt flirting

Sissy Boots Day x

got new skirt and corset : ) .. aaand boots : )

Off to work we go......
#SatinBowBlouse
#KinkyBoots
#OfficeGirl

M'N'Skirts Magazine Fashion review 21

Temu heeled ankle boots, black.

https://share.temu.com/w8mMA6uLTwB

Despite unusual laced design they are extremely comfy for slow walks and rides. Heels around 10cm

New boots

I want to develop my looks along this style more. Goth / Steampunk. Not something to go out in public without a dress over the top, but maybe like this on a Pride day? Note this is not AI just in case anyone is confused . Love my kinky boots too

Good evening everyone manic Monday survived hope you all did too and are well. am now comfortable in my boots and mini skirt feeling chilled and comfortable

Picking up some makeup bits from Boots later. Hopefully try a full face tomorrow. Prepare for Pennywise lol

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.

What do you think of this outfit? I love these jeans, but I can't even say how much I love the boots :)

new Dress New Boots and a day to wear it all day without interruptions. Sorry about the posing not good at selfie pictures

Should've been out by now but my boots are only 5 stops away so im gonna wait

And boots

All Green today (almost) #outfitfortheday satin crossover blouse with faux leather skirt and suede boots

Felt super cute today wearing these full zip knee high leather boots

Outfit for the day, something a little casual with white boots

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

Pigeon ...

I waited long
In jeans and boots
Too cold for fancy skirt..
She never came
To make me pain,
Not answered the phone...
We knew each other
25... quite long to trust
A Friend.
I opendly admitted her
That now I am Kate...
She never came
Paris was cold,
The river flood
And vaves...
And only pigeon
Met me
Ironic, so insane...

Just trying this little number on, got it in purple and black too, but was mixing the boots, love the #corsets #party wear

And #OutfitForTheDay #PVC Leggings #AnkleBoots Purple #SatinCorset then a black sleeved top, very likely to be replaced with jumper very soon though