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.

Anylne around bradford whld like a playmate for ghe night x?

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.

Very talkative and feeling flirty. Brand New pics coming soon. Later this morning. PROMISE! Practicing getting my Slut Face, to look just right for you!

I absolutely love this silhouette flower design bra from honey love has a little bit of weight to it when hold but once you put it on its so comfortable it feels like nothing is there super stretchy and soft and it leaves no marks on your skin which is the best part of it

Enjoying my new 38A bra xx

Good evening everyone. Hope you are having a lovely weekend. Has everyone celebrating the feast of the nativity this year got their Christmas tree up? I don't know, ever since I was very young, all I wanted was to spend the entire holiday dressed as the fairy on the top 🥰🎄 xxx

I like the one on the left best xxx She’s braver!!! X

An old one of me, at the point where I finally give up on the pretense that I was masculine and fully embraced my femininity...the best decision I ever made! 💋 (2002)

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

Who wants to meet ? Im kn bradford xx would lovd to bd your toy x

love this bra, as well as the upskirt xx

Hey girls one more question... speaking woman to woman 👗👠🩷… do your wives, moms, or friends know you’re a sissy? Did you come out to them yourself, or did they catch you wearing their bra and panties? How did they react when they found out?

After being measured today turns out I've been wearing the wrong size bra, Most women do! Im now a 42D and this is my new tshirt bra.... more bra shopping at the weekend... 🙂

Feeling special Wife just bought me a bra...nice one too!

Sat here wearing, stockings, dress, pink bra and pink cardigan, never felt better lol

So this week I bought…. Silicone breasts (d cup), 2 bras, 2 cardigans, jumper dress, wig and black stockings x

White Foundation... White Heat White light goin' down to my brain Hey, don't you know it's gonna make me insane... White light goin' messin' up my mind Don't you know it's gonna make me go blind ... Lou Reed.

Me,, I'm a crossdresser, not gay but men are ok as friends! I'm open to chat about that ! Am wanting to post some pics in my profile as soon as I figure out how to do that ! I recently bought $ 500 worth of bra's and panties! Are those kind of pic's ok ?

looking forward to tomorrow slipping into stockings bra and panties , a

Hey everyone. I had a fantasy-themed corset. A friend said it looked like leather armor. So I thought of putting together a matching outfit: a leather striped skirt, fur-trimmed boots, and leather bracers, also fur-trimmed. What do you think of this idea, which is still just in my head? And the background is AI-generated, like a medieval tavern.

Mmm feeling the need to wear a bra 😈💋

Back to the sea - my body in a great looking swimsuit. AI enhanced background - but really is me in the suit. I do love the beach. Will be in Florida nextweek with a chance to take some great on the beach photos. 🥰 Added - I went clothing shopping today. I got two new womens jeans and a new bikini along with Christmas gifts. I tried a couple of mens jeans on that were a size i used to be able to fit into but i could not squeese my hips in them. The womens jeans were levis and they fitted perfectly. The bikini is beautiful, Bleu Ron Beattie brad. Size C+ - just a bit large for me - but with a pair of slip in inserts it too should fit good. I also got some new perfume. Si Giorgio Armani. Was a fun day🥰

Hello girls, even though I’m a boy I love wearing my pink girly bras and panties, and play with men’s parts 😂🩷. Is there anyone else who feels the same way? 🩷

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.

Whos near bradford want to play ?

The Amazon men were nice they carried my package to the door :) there was another truck that met up with them on my street I locked eyes with the younger guy while being in my bra wig using my dildo.

Hello darling girls, I have the most awful day. However, you gorgeous lot of woman who I most definitely would love ❤️ to meet and dress 👗 each other have a fantastic weekend doing what you do best. Oh may I say to un dress 👗 would also be so amazing 😻. Just put my most favourite 🤩 knickers and bra set on and obviously tits to match, umm gorgeous

Morning ladies and friends bit wet looks like bra and panties day

More of the new bra

New bra

Didnt realise this picture still existed!! My better half found it on an old phone. My first bra! A 38C plunge, ASDA's finest 😆

Hrt is actually showing some progress in the chest department so much so i have to start wearing bras to cover the girlies

I have a little story to share with y'all... Back when I was a teenager, and when I'd be hanging out at my sisters. When she would be getting rid of clothes she didn't want anymore. I would sneak around while she wouldn't be looking to get all of the bras and underwear she would toss out. I would come home with 7 or 8(maybe more) bras and 15 or 16(maybe more) pairs of panties. I loved sneaking around when my sister wasnt looking and taking bras and underwear she would toss out. It was such a liberating feeling. I used to wear them to school under my clothes. I kept it hidden and didn't tell any of my classmates. I was so happy when I was doing that and wearing things that made me feel truly happy and most importantly, true to myself....

Yesterday I went for my nephew’s birthday party. As usual I wore g-string under my regular jeans. The party was for the family so all my close relatives were there. At some point the discussion started about wearing the string and hot it is not conformable etc. I was silence, just smiling and nodding, but each and every time aunt, uncle or whoever glanced at me or We got an eye contact I heard the voice in my head THEY KNOW, YOU CAN NOT HIDE, THEY ALL KOW. SHAME. SHAME. As you might have guested it…….. turned me on (not aunts nor uncles for those curious!). The obvious morale of this story is that what a relief that, with all the masks and pretends, it’s good to know that our brain does not limit you… Picture is unrelated, posted just to bring more attention to the story😊

My bra and panty drawer ❤️

So, my aunt lives in the forest. She asked me to help her cleaning the roof of leaves and needles. As today was a cold but sunny day, I though wearing nice panties on the root is a good idea. I took g-string, the same I am wearing on the attached picture (To avoid all questions concerning the picture: Under my regular cloth I was wearing just g-string. No heels, stockings etc. I would love to do the work all dressed up, but as I mentioned yesterday – We have really cold November). The problem was, that this time the roof was really wet and slippery. At one point a was really on the verge of falling down. In that instant moment, the millisecond I thought that the doctors in the Hospital will be so excited with my sexy panties and……. It turned me on. I didn’t fall. The obvious moral of this story is….. it is so curious how the human brain works…….. Good evening Everybody.

Zara skirt, slightly longer than my other plaid skirts 😉, looks brand new, only cost £3.95 at the Salvation Army charity shop 😁👍

Absolutely love sitting here feeling all girly, wearing a bra, dress and ladies cardigan lol. I’m sure I’m not alone x

I absolutely love wearing a bra, dress and ladies cardigan lol, real fetish of mine x

It was Colonel Mustard in the library with the candlestick....😉😅

I want to go out with someone and strip down to town in only our liengere or sexy bras and panties with fishnet leggings and heels and go to a club and public space and hang out together dressed that way around friends go take some sexy pics together and go out together dressed in lingerie. It would be fun to wear this to town with someone joining in as well.

Anyone want to go strip down to only their liengere or sexy bras and panties with fishnet leggings and heels and go to town and hang out together dressed that way around friends go take some sexy pics together

Hey sweets, I wanted to open up and share something real with you—something raw, honest, and close to the bone. If any of this resonates with you, if you’ve ever felt the same hunger, the same questions, the same ache—I’d love to hear from you. You're not alone. Leave a comment, share your truth. With all my heart (and a few kisses), I’ve hated my dick for as long as I can remember—not just for how it looks or what it symbolizes, but for how it keeps me tethered to a version of myself that never felt real. It’s not that I want to erase my body—I just want it to feel like mine. I want softness. Curves. A place to be entered, to be held, to be loved in a way that matches how I feel inside. I want to be her. And in many ways, I already am. I haven’t transitioned. Maybe I never will. But I live in the space between genders like it’s home. Most people have no idea. They see what I let them see. But under my clothes, I’m wrapped in the truth of who I am—lace panties, a matching bra, delicate straps across my chest, sometimes a garter if I need to feel extra pretty that day. It’s not just for arousal. It’s for survival. And always, always, I wear my prosthetic. My fake pussy. My secret salvation. It’s made of silicone—soft, skinlike, shaped just right. The slit is subtle but perfect. There's a hole you can enter, if you know how to treat me. When I slip it on and feel my cock tucked away, my heart slows. My body goes quiet. I look down and see smoothness, femininity, me. Not a fantasy—reality. My reality. I wear it all the time. Not just for sex, not just when I’m alone. It’s part of my daily ritual, part of how I make peace with a body that’s caught between what it is and what I wish it could be. It keeps me close to her—the woman I am when no one’s looking, and sometimes even when they are. Most lovers don’t know how to handle that part of me. They want either a woman or a man, and I’m both and neither. But some—some—see me. They touch me with reverence. They kiss my neck like it’s sacred. They press against the silicone, kiss me through it, call me beautiful. And when they slide inside that prosthetic slit, I feel... loved. Not just fucked. Chosen. Other times, they want what I hide. They pull down my panties and take me as I am. My ass becomes my pussy. They call my cock a girl cock, and I let them, because in those moments it belongs to the version of me who still needs to be worshipped, still deserves to be adored. There's no shame in it. I’m done apologizing for the way I live in my body. But the most powerful moments are the quiet ones—alone, silk between my thighs, hips swaying as I move through the world with my little secret pressed tight against me. The prosthetic warms to my skin. I forget it’s there, and yet I’m constantly aware of it. It doesn’t just hide what I hate. It shows me who I am. Every soft curve, every subtle line—it’s mine. I’ve had men fall in love with me through it. Not just because of how I look, but how I let them in. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. When I let a man undress me slowly, kiss down my stomach, slip his fingers over that smooth slit... he doesn’t just touch silicone. He touches me. He touches the part of me that’s always been waiting to be seen. And when he enters me there, when he moves inside me through that perfect opening, I close my eyes and feel a kind of peace I’ve never known. A feeling that says, This is what it means to be wanted. This is what it means to be a woman. This is what it means to be loved in the body you’ve built for yourself, on your terms. It’s not a costume. It’s not pretend. It’s truth, wrapped in silicone and lingerie and longing. And it’s beautiful. More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/ #crossdresser #sissy #sissyboy #crossdressers #sissies #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #femman #femboys #crossdressing #gurl #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #tgirl #gay #lgbtq #nsfw #adultsonly #adultcontent