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.

Pink 🩷🩷🩷

"No ai just a breastplate"

I Adore Big Breasts And Big Nipples

One wish ...

I so much wish
Warm kisses
With a girl...
Bigirl
Who needs my dresses
not the man at all
Who understands
What means my subtle touch...
Who could confess
Orgasmic gentle match
Who wants the solitude of girl...
Not owned by man at all
...
With touch of playful lips
That makes defences fall
When dresses  left aside
And trembling breasts will meet...
I so much wish
We might
Have kisses
While we sit...
With coffee Darling...
I am yours
One touch
One kiss
One juxtapose...

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

New breast forms and new hella heels feeling very sexy

What is the best estrogen for breast growth

My breasts feel sooooo sensitive x

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...

Estrogene gel

...
New flat
I ve moved,
I found
In the kitchen
Three bottles
Of Estrogene gel
I thought
My God
You wish
Kate
Stay more sexy
And make
All beauty
Of her days...
I am excited
I so wish
To see what
Happen
When gel will
Fill my limbs,
My Breast...
And whether
I would forget
Remnants of my boy past forever...
Would it just shrink and disapear ever?
At least stop trouble all my soul
With that not girly force and function...)..
What would
Get curvy, smooth
And nice...?
I check
My breast
It grows tiny....
And skin
Becomes
So sweet and shiny...
The bottles
Come to end
One day...
But happy pleasure
Might
Still
stay...

Ahh tell me
Please
Would it be right
To take all risks
And Girly gel to try...?

Work week yesterday but I had a good "lunch" break, read my book and stretched a bit to get rid of the office chair butt! (disclaimer for honesty and avoidance of misunderstandings: I am a crossdresser. I am wearing a breastplate. I colour correct my pics a lot generally, i think that' fine as I'm not lying, or changing myself in any way. I'm just trying to portrait an atmosphere - 50s pinup here for example. In this series though I've gone a little extra and hid the breastplate seams. It's an aesthetic decision and not with the aim to confuse or misdirect anyone. Sorry if someone is offended I'm happy to re upload with the seams visible) xx

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

To the ladies
Whats it like to have real breasts?
Intrigued

A poem hoping many of you will relate,tell me if you relate. Mirror to my soul,don’t flinch- Show her:the girl the glass denies. Lashes like dusk on velvet skin, Cheeks brushed with dawns first rose surprise. Beneath the lie of broad,hard lines she arches-swan neck,lilac throat, breasts soft as secrets,hips that shine in satin light no stranger wrote. The world sees stone;a few hearts know the mirrors truth:her feminine glow.

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

I am going to do a whole wedding sequence soon. I am learning to use AI and use my own body to try on clothes and add different back grounds. The photo I am posting today is an AI background added to a Teal swimsuit I am modeling. I did tuck well and added a small lift on the top. I am a true B so I do have some real breast to work with. This one I think is almost art. I hope to actually wear a teal swimsuit to a future beach trip. (I have gone to the beach being a woman several times now) Appreciate comments please.

I've got some breast forms from amazon but intetested if anyone can recommend the best glue on ones? X

I'm trying to find a black **** to completely feminize me i so desire to become a crossdresser bottom I want to please all males and hopefully 1 day I can have breasts.

Hello everyone - the breasts are all mine and really show in this sleepwear. Also, my arms are soft - cannot do a single chin up or regular push up. Yes, I can do a woman's push up. What has happened to me? Love comments from my friends.

How Female Hormones Affect a Sissy’s Body and Mind
For many sissies, taking feminizing hormones (HRT – Hormone Replacement Therapy) is more than just a fetish—it’s a deliberate step toward physical and mental feminization. Estrogen and anti-androgens don’t just alter appearance; they reshape desires, sensations, and even self-perception.

1. Key Hormones and Their Effects

Estrogen (Estradiol)

The primary female hormone, responsible for:
Softer, smoother skin – reduces pores and oiliness.
Fat redistribution – to hips, butt, and breasts (creating a feminine silhouette).
Slows body/facial hair growth – makes body hair finer and sparser.
Reduces muscle mass – leads to a softer, more delicate physique.
Emotional changes – increases sensitivity and mood fluctuations.

Anti-Androgens (Spironolactone, Cyproterone Acetate, etc.)

Block testosterone, enhancing estrogen’s effects:
Suppresses erections – random arousal becomes rare.
Shrinks testicles – they gradually reduce in size.
Lowers libido – but may shift desires toward submission.

Progesterone (Optional)

May enhance breast growth and affect mood (some report feeling more "dreamy").

2. How Hormones Change a Sissy’s Life

Physical Changes

Breast development – small buds form within months, growing into soft breasts.
Curvier hips & butt – fat deposits reshape the body.
Softer facial features – jawline and skin texture become more feminine.
Thinner body hair – though existing hair won’t disappear without laser/electrolysis.
Psychological Changes

Heightened emotions – more prone to crying, tenderness, and mood swings.
Shift in sexuality – desire becomes more receptive, focused on touch and submission.
Increased submissiveness – some report stronger urges to please and obey.
Sexual Changes

Weaker erections – or none at all without stimulation.
"Full-body" orgasms – less localized, more wave-like (similar to female orgasms).
Reduced semen – may dry up completely over time.
3. Risks and Considerations

⚠ Hormones are not toys! Potential risks (without medical supervision):

Blood clots, liver issues, depression.
Possible infertility (sometimes permanent).
Irreversible changes (breast growth won’t reverse after stopping).
For mild feminization – some try phytoestrogens (soy, red clover), but effects are weak.//t.me/DisciplineMommy

Feeling very feminine today, I have my hair and breasts today. Feel whole again

Once long ago in times misty swirl, A little boy wanted to grow up a girl, The years and time slowly went by, His dream was lost he wanted to cry, Then one day right out of the blue, He suddenly realised what he had to do, Swap his shirt for a very short skirt, Buy foundation, give it a squirt, Powder, lipstick and eyeshadow too, Now some stockings and high heeled shoe, A blonde wig, breasts and nails all brand new, At last a pretty girl was there on view, Alas the dream was all locked away, In the closet his girl had to stay, To face the world had been her intent, But when she tried her nerve always went, Then one day the urge was to great, She opened the door, walked out of the gate, She wanted to yell, shout it out loud, Look at me I'm female and proud.

Travelling across Europe at the moment, currently in Split, I have a extremely limited wardrobe, so no new photos, as I needed to keep the weight of my suitcase to a minimum. The wife thinks I'm crazy travelling with a pair of heels, a wig, fake breasts etc, but I like dressing in each country we visit
Here are some I took a few weeks ago.

Joanne's kinky night on the golf course.
Joanne (48, a librarian by day, a siren of the twilight by night) adjusted the black lace bra & panties set and stockings, its delicate fabric a stark contrast to the rough texture of the damp grass beneath her bare feet & slipped on her black heels. The golf course, usually a scene of quiet precision, was her personal stage tonight. A setting sun cast long, skeletal shadows, transforming the manicured greens into an ethereal landscape. Tonight’s performance featured a selection of rather… large props nestled in her oversized handbag: a collection of vibrant, sculpted silicone anal toys, each promising a different kind of ecstatic violation of her arse. Her camera & tripod, a trusty Canon EOS, hung from her shoulder, ready to capture the all the moments of her self-expression, her daring exhibitionism & dizzy hights of pleasure under the watchful gaze of the setting sun. She hoped, with a thrill that sent a shiver down her spine, that someone, some stranger, would stumble upon her, witness her transgressive ritual.

Suddenly, a flicker of movement in the periphery – a woman, stood silently among the shifting light and shadows, motionless all but a slight movement under her top, was she caressing her breast, Joanne couldn’t quite see through the lengthening shadows cast by the warm light now fading sun, she walked silently towards her, her eyes transfixed upon Joannes hand, now clutching a black 18 inch silicone dildo, dripping with lube, with an unnerving glance and a very slight but nervous smile, she said nothing, her hand was on her breast squeezing it quite intensely. Joanne, momentarily startled, didn't scream or run. Instead, a perverse curiosity overcame her fear. This was unexpected, far beyond her usual nocturnal escapades, but something she had fantasised about for many years.
The woman approached, gazing at her discarded panties laying on the grass, then curiously picked them up & inspecting them, “nice” she softly said, “ don’t mind me, I’m happy to see what you intend doing with your toys” Joanne tried to talk, but her mouth was dry with fear and she trembled with anticipation of what this evening may become, one of the anal toys she had not long before putt in her arse was slipping, she could feel the lube running down her leg, then it did, it dropped from her & their it laid out on the dew-kissed grass! OMG, I’m so embarrassed Joanne squeaked like a fool, the woman smiled as she gazed upon the size of the slippery escapee, the woman took a few more steps towards Joanne, she was just inches from her trembling body, she could smell her musk perfume hanging in the air, she wasn’t young, perhaps in her early fifties with dark but dies hair, pale skin and piercing blue eyes “turn around” she spoke in soft Irish accent that was calming and sweet. Joanne obliged and turned her back to her, she felt the woman’s hand upon hers slowly taking the long black snakelike toy from Joanne’s hand, with a gentleness Joanne hadn’t felt since being in the company of her mother she felt a hand gently caress her back and ever so gently pushed her into a bent over position, in that moment she felt she was in the most amazing place had ever known, to her amaze the woman slowly pushed the toy into her arse, not working it in and out but with one long slow determine push, it slid all the way into her arse. With the lady now leaning into Joannes back, her perfume intense in Joanne’s nose it was almost like a drug, sending her into a heavenly blissful trance. The woman took her other hand reached around to grasp Joannes ****, it was so cool, soft and gentil, almost childlike, slowly teasing her fingers over the tip, playing with a small drop of precum that she found dripping from the head, this seemed to go on for a eternity, slowly increasing the rhythm and grip, Joanne could feel her pleasure building as her shaft grew harder and harder, she slipped one hand behind her and found the top of the woman’s shorts and panty line, slowly she slid her hand down to the woman’s neatly shaved vulva, but just at that brief moment of contact Joanne burst bout a great grown and stood shaking all over from head to foot, her hot moist seamen flowed from her the woman’s grasp, falling to the floor and landing on Joannes discarded panties.
Feeling a little faint, Joanne fell to her stocking clan knees, then to her hands, panting like a hot hound and quivering like a leaf on a tree she couldn’t believe what had just happened, composing herself she turned to face the mystery woman, she had gone, as silently as she had appeared, the sing that she had ever been present was a small white flower laying next to Joanne’s now spoilt panties.

Took a brave step today and answered the door to the pizza boy is mini skirt, tights, and bra with fake breasts under my t-shirt! I was so nervous and bet I'm the talk of his group chat with his mates now

The Interview ...

I'm shortlisted...
Interview...
They want
To see me through...
I opened readily
myself...
Myself
That is not true...
I want to hide
How shy I am
So let them
See what due...
my legs,
my bum in sexy strings in
Dress that is
Seethrough
I feel you are not much impressed...
with play of meshy dress

Yes Sir
I am "ready for"
My job...
And orangy my lips.

I said them yes
All means I'll try
To keep away from kiss
I have of course
much better dress
To serve meal as a doll
And yes of course
I'll slim my chest
That dress may easy fall....

Yes Sir
I'm open,
nothing else
What should I deeply hide?
Except my breast...
But being topless
It is another might...

Yes I am flirty lusty
girl
Who just  shut up and cry...
No Sir
I am not slacky doll
PinUp?
Sometimes
I might...

I can't believe it's be two years already since I joined this site and came out as a cross dresser and I'm not really any further forward than I was back then, ok I know what clothes I like and most of what I like is really not right for me, I also know that some sites that I shop from is really rubbish I also know that though high heels may make my legs look really long heels are just too bloody uncomfortable and I can get away with wearing black trainers or DM's, I'm already 5 feet 9 so tall enough, I also know that though my silicon breast fillets feel amazing I can get away without wearing them a few of my dresses come with the right shape that gives the look of breast

If there was a magic door to walk though that turned me into a permeant woman with out a question I would walk through it because when I am Zara Jones all the stresses of my Male life are gone I don't have a care in the world ok if I was now a woman I'm sure it would then come with new stresses but at least I would be the person I long to be

While doing a show I had a breast form fall out while dancing I quickly pulled the other one out and told the audience that that was the trouble with crash diets your tits are the first to go and just carried on lol

Morning CD Visit ...

My new Girlfriend...
One leg Princess
With pretty
Breast
She's bottomless
She so admires
To crossdress
But
But
"No sex... nooo interest..."
Her skin is pale
In affair
She's never shy
She never tried her
Underwear...
And lipstick
Did not touch
Her lips
I felt in Love
With her
Ohh Dear...
And bought
Her dress
That was not cheap...

My favorite activity is to strip down to my bodysuit and laced gloves with a pair of fishnet leggings and heels and red and black bra and panties and go out in public and go for a drive it's so liberating. I would be wearing only a short laced lingerie dress that exposes my red and black laced bra and panties. The liengere dress barely covers my panties. I also wear a crotchless/breastless bodysuit with fishnet leggings with my heels and laced gloves And Wolf tail and ears. my heels click would be clicking as I walk

My favorite activity is to strip down to my bodysuit and laced gloves with a pair of fishnet leggings and heels and red and black bra and panties and go out in public and go for a drive it's so liberating. I would be wearing only a short laced lingerie dress that exposes my red and black laced bra and panties. The liengere dress barely covers my panties. I also wear a crotchless/breastless bodysuit with fishnet leggings with my heels and laced gloves And Wolf tail and ears. my heels click would be clicking as I walk

do I buy some breast enlargement pills

I'm thinking of getting myself a breast plate. I'm 6'5 tall and 44" around the chest across the nipples. Don't want to go too small & tight, want a decent pair, but I don't want to look like Dolly Parton. Anyone suggest what size I should go for?

Just received my new g cup breast forms

Have been on holiday - looking forward to relinking with all my friends I am thinking that my blue bikini is where I am tonight. I love how the top cradels my B sized breasts. The bottom so form fitting, and just right, revieling my body in a tasteful way. Yes I really like this crossdressing look.

The neck on my breastplate only goes halfway up and it looks silly. Any suggestions on how I can make it look better

**The photos were taken after i got back so looking a bit untidy.**
Went for my usual walk for 1 hour tonight. Started off wearing a cardigan but got too hot so had to take it off and hope the breasts didnt show and that my arms werent too obvious. Got some male admirers driving past. And after the cardigan came off some very confused people too. May have to consider a breast plate if im going to wear this in the summer. Trouble is that will be warm which will defeat wearing the tops so not sure. Nice walking in the skirt.

Catching rays of sunshine...
Feeling happy after a quick walk, last night with leatherette trousers, heels, wig, and false breasts, and today's walk to the shop, in my top, skort & wig (with cap) and Vans.
Dion getting more and more adventurous by the day.

just love going to town dressed in a short laced lingerie dress that has hole in the breast area that exposes my red and black laced bra The liengere dress barely covers my red and black panties, i also wear a liengere bodysuit with fishnet leggings with my heels and gloves

I just love going to town dressed in only a short laced lingerie dress that has hole in the breast area that exposes my red and black laced bra that my size 38d breasts are under. The revealing liengere dress barely covers my laced red and black panties, i also wear a liengere bodysuit with fishnet leggings with my flat top heels and laced gloves

Looking for a nice sexy or non sexy t-shirt or something along them lines to go with my skirts haven't really got any and find it hard to find the right ones, got bras with breast forms so something to make them pop lol. I need ideas please

Hello girlfriends and boyfriends. I think this is my favorite bikini - here I am at 137 pounds, before I started daily herbals and hormones, trying to look my fitness and trim best. I did have some breast but this was in my small A size days. Love your comments and continued friendships.

Just relaxing going for a little drive in my liengerie. Anyone want to join or ok with me driving in this?#Crossdresser #Shemale #lingerie #leggings #lewd #exhibition #breastplate #leggings #RedandBlackBra #RedandBlackPanties #Lacedpanties #LacedGloves

My new bra and 38 DD breastforms.

During the summer months, my wife rarely wears a bra for obvious reasons. Have found that a lot of ladies allow their breasts to roam free under their shirts . This vision is very erotic to me. Who else likes to see this in the ladies?

Fake breast pads to enhance bueaty
Available #crossdresser #fashion #breast #everyone

Just relaxing outside in my liengere #lingerie #leggings #lewd #exhibition #breastplate

So what do ladies prefer to use. Breast forms or breasts plates, or other! I started buying forms but then had a plate but the plates are a bit of a faff to put on and I feel the boobs are to close together unlike forms which slip into a bra in the right place.