Anyone wanna chat? Too.horny to sleep
Anyone wanna chat? Too.horny to sleep
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- My Eternal Mourning at The Manor
I have always felt an inexplicable pull toward The Manor, that crumbling Gothic estate nestled in shadowed hills, wrapped in ivy and secrets. Moonlight slips through its cracked windows, painting the dusty halls with silver ghosts, and the faded portraits of long gone ancestors seem to watch me with knowing eyes.
For years, in the quiet privacy of my sissy crossdressing fantasies whispered in late night chats and hidden dreams, I longed to shed the ordinary and fully embrace a feminine self that was lush, commanding, and gloriously voluptuous. Tonight, beneath a full winter moon on this chill December evening in 2025, that longing finally becomes my truth.
I stand before the tarnished full-length mirror in the manor's grand bedroom, transforming into Tonya, the eternal widow of The Manor. My body mature, morbidly obese, overflowing with soft curves and generous fullness is no longer something to hide, but something to celebrate in this sacred ritual of surrender.
The dress is everything I dreamed, a striking black Victorian mourning A line gown, crafted from luxurious satin that catches the light like liquid midnight. Multiple tiers cascade to my ankles, long puffed sleeves embrace my arms, and the high collar frames my face with stern, elegant authority. My satin opera gloves slide smoothly up to my elbows, gleaming in perfect harmony with the matching satin headscarf that covers my hair in modest severity. Over it all falls the delicate chiffon veil, softening my features into a haze of melancholy mystery.
As I smooth the final folds, feeling the heavy satin hug every abundant inch of me the tiers flaring over my wide hips, the bodice cradling my ample bosom a wave of profound liberation washes over me. I am no longer the secret sissy of fleeting fantasies. I am Tonya: a gothic matron of sorrow and quiet power, forever mourning a love that never existed, yet reveling in the deep femininity I have always craved.
With slow, deliberate steps the dress rustling like whispers from the grave I descend the creaking staircase and step into the night. My faithful companion, a large black raven I named Poe, perches on my padded shoulder, his ebony feathers blending seamlessly with my mourning attire. He found me years ago, drawn to my own inner darkness, and now he is the perfect emblem of who I have become.
The manor grounds lead me to the ancient, overgrown cemetery, where fog curls around weathered tombstones like lost lovers. Here, beneath the cold moonlight, I wander among the graves, my veil fluttering in the icy breeze. Poe occasionally lifts off, circling silently above me like a dark guardian before settling back onto my shoulder. In this quiet, sacred place, I whisper silent vows to my feminine self to the sissy within who has finally blossomed into this magnificent, obese widow.
Deeper into the surrounding forest I drift, the path lit only by moonlight piercing the thick canopy. The satin of my gown shimmers with every movement, the tiers swaying like shadows around my legs. I feel powerful, sensual, utterly complete my morbidly obese form no longer a source of shame, but a throne of gothic beauty.
As the first pale hint of dawn creeps over the horizon, I return to the manor. Poe caws softly, as if bidding farewell to the night. Tonya will dwell here forever, in the heart of darkness and desire. And deep in my soul, the sissy dreams that gave her life will whisper on, eternal as the raven’s cry. Nevermore will I hide.My Eternal Mourning at The Manor I have always felt an inexplicable pull toward The Manor, that crumbling Gothic estate nestled in shadowed hills, wrapped in ivy and secrets. Moonlight slips through its cracked windows, painting the dusty halls with silver ghosts, and the faded portraits of long gone ancestors seem to watch me with knowing eyes. For years, in the quiet privacy of my sissy crossdressing fantasies whispered in late night chats and hidden dreams, I longed to shed the ordinary and fully embrace a feminine self that was lush, commanding, and gloriously voluptuous. Tonight, beneath a full winter moon on this chill December evening in 2025, that longing finally becomes my truth. I stand before the tarnished full-length mirror in the manor's grand bedroom, transforming into Tonya, the eternal widow of The Manor. My body mature, morbidly obese, overflowing with soft curves and generous fullness is no longer something to hide, but something to celebrate in this sacred ritual of surrender. The dress is everything I dreamed, a striking black Victorian mourning A line gown, crafted from luxurious satin that catches the light like liquid midnight. Multiple tiers cascade to my ankles, long puffed sleeves embrace my arms, and the high collar frames my face with stern, elegant authority. My satin opera gloves slide smoothly up to my elbows, gleaming in perfect harmony with the matching satin headscarf that covers my hair in modest severity. Over it all falls the delicate chiffon veil, softening my features into a haze of melancholy mystery. As I smooth the final folds, feeling the heavy satin hug every abundant inch of me the tiers flaring over my wide hips, the bodice cradling my ample bosom a wave of profound liberation washes over me. I am no longer the secret sissy of fleeting fantasies. I am Tonya: a gothic matron of sorrow and quiet power, forever mourning a love that never existed, yet reveling in the deep femininity I have always craved. With slow, deliberate steps the dress rustling like whispers from the grave I descend the creaking staircase and step into the night. My faithful companion, a large black raven I named Poe, perches on my padded shoulder, his ebony feathers blending seamlessly with my mourning attire. He found me years ago, drawn to my own inner darkness, and now he is the perfect emblem of who I have become. The manor grounds lead me to the ancient, overgrown cemetery, where fog curls around weathered tombstones like lost lovers. Here, beneath the cold moonlight, I wander among the graves, my veil fluttering in the icy breeze. Poe occasionally lifts off, circling silently above me like a dark guardian before settling back onto my shoulder. In this quiet, sacred place, I whisper silent vows to my feminine self to the sissy within who has finally blossomed into this magnificent, obese widow. Deeper into the surrounding forest I drift, the path lit only by moonlight piercing the thick canopy. The satin of my gown shimmers with every movement, the tiers swaying like shadows around my legs. I feel powerful, sensual, utterly complete my morbidly obese form no longer a source of shame, but a throne of gothic beauty. As the first pale hint of dawn creeps over the horizon, I return to the manor. Poe caws softly, as if bidding farewell to the night. Tonya will dwell here forever, in the heart of darkness and desire. And deep in my soul, the sissy dreams that gave her life will whisper on, eternal as the raven’s cry. Nevermore will I hide.
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- The CD Stories Group now has CHAT Working ❤️❤️ https://www.crossdressing.co.uk/groups/CD.Stories0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 3148 مشاهدة3
- To the people who have messaged in chat, thank you for acknowledging my grief. Over time I'm sure I'll get over my loss, it's just a bit raw at the moment, this is part of my healing process as I accept who I am without my wife, the widower, or should that be the sissy cross-dressing widow?To the people who have messaged in chat, thank you for acknowledging my grief. Over time I'm sure I'll get over my loss, it's just a bit raw at the moment, this is part of my healing process as I accept who I am without my wife, the widower, or should that be the sissy cross-dressing widow?
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7 - Good evening! I enjoy looking like a woman. I am too old and too set in my ways to fully #transition, so while I do dress #feminine in private and under my boy clothes, I don't do it in public and I haven't learned how to use makeup and wigs yet. So for now I live my life as a #woman in fantasy, online, using face filters from Snap chat. But t be clear: that is my real body, I am that smooth (I shave weekly), and I do this not to fool people I always show my true self, especially to potential dates. #gurl Thoughts? Kisses! - Chrissy
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0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 6750 مشاهدة 4 - Good morning! Sending love to anyone out there who is happy to accept it. Hope your Sunday is silky smooth and puts a smile on your face. I've got a lot to do today, but if anyone would like to distract me with a bit of chat, naughty or nice, drop me a line. XxxGood morning! Sending love to anyone out there who is happy to accept it. Hope your Sunday is silky smooth and puts a smile on your face. I've got a lot to do today, but if anyone would like to distract me with a bit of chat, naughty or nice, drop me a line. 🙂 Xxx1 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 1677 مشاهدة 7
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