Come in for your sissy dresscrosser sessions class now

Fat ass ah commemts please🍑

🍑My fat ass

Well that's enough of horror movies for me! not seen one for like 1oo years and just had the stupid idea of watching Salem on Disney+ Omg! 20 seconds in and some poor fecker is being whipped for looking at a lasses naked body and committing the sin of self pollution 😬 I'll never go there for a holiday! 😲

Cheeky ass🍑

After a 13hr killer Nightshift, nothing better than to feel sassy in my satin nightshirt❤️💋

Good evening sweets! I'm off to work. But thought I'd leave you with a story. 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 Chrissy on the Hillcrest Bus The bus hissed as it opened its doors on University Avenue, right in the heart of Hillcrest, San Diego’s famous gay neighborhood. I climbed aboard, heart racing a little faster than usual. On the outside I was in my “boy clothes” — plain pants, a simple shirt — but underneath I was my secret self: Chrissy Marie Tunnell. Pink floral panties hugged my smooth hips, a matching bra cupped my chest, and tiny flashes of trans-colored jewelry — a ring, a dangling earring — shimmered in the afternoon light. I wasn’t fully comfortable living openly as a girl yet, but I loved leaving little clues for anyone observant enough to notice. As I walked down the aisle, I felt eyes on me. One man’s gaze dropped to where the pink waistband of my panties peeked above my pants. Another tilted his head just enough to catch the faint outline of my bra straps beneath the thin cotton of my shirt. My jewelry glinted when the bus jolted, and I knew they’d seen the colors. Their eyes followed me hungrily as I slid into a seat halfway down. Even the bus driver, watching through the mirror, licked his lips and adjusted in his chair. “Hey…” one man finally said, his voice a mix of awe and lust. “You’re Chrissy… the trans model, aren’t you?” My cheeks burned, but I gave a shy smile. “Yes.” A low whistle came from the back. “Damn. You should take those clothes off.” I laughed nervously, shaking my head. “I can’t here…” Then the driver’s voice, gravelly but warm, floated down the aisle: “It’s okay. I won’t say anything.” His eyes met mine in the mirror, daring me. A shiver ran through me. My body trembled with a mix of nerves and arousal as I stood up slowly, the bus swaying beneath my feet. I grabbed the metal pole for balance, slipped off my shirt one button at a time, and slid my pants down my thighs. Gasps and murmurs spread as I revealed my pink bra and panties, smooth legs, and the bulge already straining with need. “Goddamn…” someone whispered. I posed for them, turning so they could see the curve of my ass, bending just enough to make my cheeks round and full under the thin fabric. I arched my back, running my hands down my torso, teasing myself for their eyes. The air hummed with catcalls and whistles, every sound feeding my arousal. I felt powerful. Desired. Exposed. The driver adjusted his mirror again, his eyes glued to me. My cock twitched inside my panties, leaking, the wet spot spreading. A chorus of moans and encouragement filled the bus as I spread my legs, cupped myself through the silky fabric, and let them watch my face flush and my chest rise and fall with each deep breath. I was their show, their Chrissy, their secret goddess on wheels. Chrissy’s Bus Show – The Climax The bus swayed along the road, but I barely noticed. Every set of eyes was on me — hungry, wide, devouring. I stood in the aisle in nothing but my pink floral bra and panties, my smooth skin glistening under the fluorescent lights, my cock straining the damp satin. “Do it, Chrissy,” someone whispered, voice husky with need. “Yes… show us,” another begged. The encouragement hit me like waves of heat. I hooked my thumbs under the band of my panties, tugged them tight against my bulge, and let out a trembling gasp. My cock pulsed, the wet spot spreading. The riders groaned, some openly rubbing themselves as they watched. I spread my legs wider, arched my back, and cupped myself through the silky fabric. The friction was maddening. My hips bucked, the panties darkening with each spurt of precum. “God, look at you,” the bus driver moaned from the mirror, his knuckles white on the wheel. The passengers cheered me on, clapping, catcalling, shouting my name. “Chrissy! Chrissy!” I slid one hand up my chest, over my flat stomach, to my bra — tugging at the cups, making my nipples stand hard under the lace. My other hand rubbed furiously over the soaked bulge, grinding, stroking, teasing myself to the edge. The entire bus rocked with my moans. My thighs quivered, my lips parted, sweat dripping down my temples. I was lost in it, lost in them, lost in the rush of being seen. Then it hit. “Ahhh—!” My body seized, cock jerking uncontrollably as I came hard in my panties. Hot, sticky release poured out, soaking the pink fabric, running down my thighs. Gasps and cheers filled the air, some passengers clapping, others moaning with me as if they’d climaxed, too. (continued in comments below): -Chrissy

Here's my outfit for the scariest night of the year... I love Halloween 🎃 It's a great opportunity to show off my legs and my big ass... waddling around in a crowd, fearing I'll be accidentally brushed up against someone or purposely groped... I'm already horny just thinking about it...💃👄👠🍌💅💝😻💍💍💄💋💋💋🍑🍑🍑👑👗🩱🐩🐩 #sissy #waddling #ssissyslut #hallowen #sexsyhallowen #orny #girley #crossdresser #sissymaid

Time to mow some grass!

Good evening sweets! I'm off to work. But thought I'd leave you with a story. 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 The Meeting That Got Out of Hand I showed up to the office dressed in my “Supervisor” uniform — black polo shirt tucked neatly into black pants, shiny work shoes. On the outside, I looked like any middle manager headed into a boring meeting. But under it all, I wore my little secret: a lacy pink bra and panties. Just knowing they were against my skin made me shiver with anticipation. The room looked like an office conference space, complete with a long table, chairs, and quarterly reports scattered around. Five others were waiting — three men in polos like mine, and two women in skirts and blouses. I sat down and kept tugging at my shirt, worried my bra straps might show. That’s when one of the women leaned over and smirked. “Chris… is that lace I see under your collar?” My stomach flipped. I froze, heat rushing to my face. Everyone’s eyes snapped to me. The strap had slipped just enough to peek out. One of the men chuckled, leaning forward. “No way… are you wearing a bra under that uniform?” My hands fumbled at my collar, trying to hide it. “I… maybe.” My voice cracked. The woman reached over and tugged my shirt down just enough to reveal the delicate strap, then the curve of lace against my chest. Gasps, then laughter, but not cruel — hungry. Aroused. “Stand up,” another man said. “Show us.” I hesitated only a second before rising to my feet. Heart pounding, I pulled my polo up, exposing the pink bra stretched across my chest. The room went silent, then filled with low groans of approval. “Fuck, Chrissy,” one of them whispered. “Turn around.” I obeyed, bending slightly. My waistband had slipped low enough that the lacy panties showed above my pants. Someone reached out, tugging them down just enough to expose the curve of my ass. The first touch made me gasp — a hand sliding over the silk, squeezing, then pulling my pants down around my thighs. Now I was standing in front of them in bra and panties, my cock already swelling against the lace. They closed in. A woman pressed her lips to mine, lipstick smearing as her tongue slid into my mouth. Hands roamed everywhere — groping my ass, tugging at my nipples through the bra, cupping my cock through the panties. “Get on the table,” the tall man ordered. I climbed onto the polished surface, lying back as they surrounded me. Someone yanked my panties aside, freeing my cock, already dripping. A hot mouth enveloped me, sucking hard, while another tongue flicked over my nipple, teeth grazing until I cried out. My legs were spread wide, panties shoved down, and I felt a slick finger pushing into my ass, stretching me open. I moaned around the cock one of the men slid between my lips, gagging as he held my head and thrust deep. It was a blur of sensation. One man fucking my throat, another pumping into my ass, their bodies grinding against me while the women took turns riding my face and jerking my cock. The table shook with every thrust, papers scattering like a storm. “Good little slut,” someone growled in my ear as they pounded into me from behind, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the office. My cock spurted across my stomach, hot and sticky, but they didn’t stop. They used me until I was soaked with cum inside and out, my bra twisted, panties torn, lipstick smeared across my face. When it was finally over, I lay sprawled on the table, trembling, dripping, utterly used. The others buttoned their shirts, straightened their skirts, laughing softly as though the meeting had gone exactly as planned. I wiped the mess from my lips, my chest still heaving. “So…” I whispered, voice raw, “should I type up the minutes?” The room erupted in laughter — and I knew I’d just passed my first real office initiation. -Chrissy

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.

What i wore for my hook up, my ass looked so famn good ❤️❤️

Unraveling the Thread: How Clothing Has Been Used to Subjugate Women—and Why That’s Changing (continued) By Chrissy 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. Today, those lines are blurring. The rise of androgynous and gender-neutral fashion challenges the old binaries. More people are rejecting the idea that clothes must conform to “male” or “female.” Icons like Harry Styles, Elliot Page, and Indya Moore are showing that fashion can be fluid, expressive, and liberating. Yet, as someone living with a transgender identity, I still feel the weight of those norms. When I wear a bra or slip on a dress, I’m not just “playing dress-up.” I’m aligning myself with my truth. I’m saying to the world—even if they can’t see it yet—that I know who I am. The Future: Beyond Gendered Fabric We are in the midst of a slow but powerful revolution. The #FreeTheNipple movement, the rise of unisex clothing lines, and the increased visibility of trans and nonbinary voices all point to one truth: gender expression cannot—and should not—be policed by fabric. But the work isn’t done. We still live in a world where a child in a skirt is bullied, where a trans woman is judged by her ability to “pass,” and where freedom of clothing is still a privilege, not a right. So yes, I dream of a world where clothes mean only what we want them to mean—where they’re tools of expression, not oppression. But until then, I will continue to express my identity, my truth, my womanhood—even if it’s still beneath the surface, hidden under layers. Because to wear what makes you feel like you is an act of quiet rebellion. And sometimes, rebellion begins in a closet. What are your thoughts? Love, Chrissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #CD #gurl #sissy #sissyboy #trans #tgirl #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #ladyboy #femboy #shemale

My ass💋 #sissy #nylon #crossdressser #transgender #feminization #bas #collant #pantyhose #stocking #pied #feet #lingerie #maletofemale #sexy #fantasme #lgbt #porn #soumission #bdsm #hosiery #trough #ladyboy #gartbelt #nails💅 #tits #boob #cock

🌸 Between Silk and Skin: Understanding the Line Between Crossdressing and Being Transgender By Chrissy “Maybe I’m not one or the other. Maybe I’m something in between—and that’s okay.” 🧠 What’s the Difference? When people hear “crossdresser” and “transgender,” they often picture the same thing—or get the definitions confused. But these words speak to different experiences, identities, and emotional landscapes. In simple terms: Crossdresser: A person (usually male-assigned at birth) who enjoys dressing in clothing typically associated with another gender, usually for self-expression, fun, comfort, identity exploration, or even erotic reasons. This doesn’t necessarily mean they want to live as that gender full-time. Transgender: Someone whose gender identity is different from the sex they were assigned at birth. A transgender woman was assigned male at birth but identifies as a woman—and may or may not take steps to socially, medically, or legally transition. 🩷 My Journey (So Far) I’m still figuring it all out. For most of my life, I lived as a man—because that’s what the world expected. But in quiet moments, in safe spaces, I allowed my femininity to surface. At first, I called it crossdressing. I liked how I felt in soft clothes, in cute outfits, in long hair and smooth skin. It was sensual… empowering… liberating. But it wasn’t just the clothes—it was me, underneath them. I still don’t know where I fall on the spectrum. Maybe I’m a crossdresser. Maybe I’m genderfluid. Maybe I’m a transgender woman still waiting to be born. What I do know is this: I feel most alive when I’m Chrissy. I feel most whole when I’m seen. I feel most me when I stop trying to choose sides. 🫶 A Spectrum, Not a Binary Gender is not black and white—it’s fluid, rich, and deeply personal. Some crossdressers live full, happy lives identifying as men who occasionally (or frequently) express femininity. Some transgender women started out crossdressing because it was safer than admitting the truth. Others—like me—are still discovering who they are. You might ask: Am I a crossdresser or something more? What does it mean if I like being called “she” sometimes? Do I want to be a woman or just look like one? The answer might be “yes,” “no,” “sometimes,” or “I’m not sure yet.” And all of those are valid. 💬 A Note on Shame and Freedom Growing up, I repressed my feminine side. I feared being laughed at, rejected, or labeled. I used filters to feminize my face online—not to trick anyone, but because I liked how I looked. It made me feel beautiful. For now, it’s my way of being seen. One day, I’ll do the makeup. The hair. The outfit. One day, I’ll walk outside and own her. For now, I’m just beginning. If you feel the same—if you’re navigating the space between crossdressing and being trans—you are not alone. 🎀 Final Thoughts You don’t need to rush toward a label. You don’t need to transition or explain yourself to anyone. You don’t need to choose “male” or “female” like you’re checking a box. You just need to be—whatever that means, however that looks, however long it takes. You’re not broken. You’re not confused. You’re becoming. And I’m becoming right there with you. What are your thoughts? With love, — Chrissy

My First Crossdresser Makeover, Finding Confidence at Sensual Passions 💋 I finally took the leap and booked my first professional makeover with Sonia at Sensual Passions, and it turned out to be one of the most transformative experiences I’ve ever had. What started as pure nerves quickly became something empowering and deeply personal. Seeing myself reflected back in the mirror, not as a stranger but as me, was an emotional moment I’ll never forget. Sonia’s approach made everything feel safe, respectful, and affirming — I’d recommend it to anyone who’s ever thought about trying a makeover but felt too nervous to take that first step. I shared the full story (with all the details and reflections) on our site here: 👉 https://crossdressed.co.uk/sensual-passions-my-first-crossdresser-makeover/ How was your first makeover experience? What did it make you realise about yourself? 💄

Thoughts? #Femboy #xdresser #xdressing #gay #LGBTQ #nsfwtwt #TGIRL #trans #shemale ##gurl #tgirl #tgirlass #femboyass ##boypussy #panties ##panty ##pantymodel #crossdresser #crossdressing

When I feel this pretty It reassures me, I am much better this way. Super cute right!? I'm hoping I get lots of attention today🤭

Whenever 3 women compliment you, a guy stared at you until he realized your a "man" ❤️ love it ass the beads are plugged in to love it. I haven't been out for about 3 weeks it felt amazing

SassyCassie reported and blocked. Using other peoples photos including celebs Hilary Duff and Demi Lovato to give false impression they are this person.

(How to Spot a Fake) This is a few things you can look for when spotting a Fake Pictures. Of course there is also the The Very Poor Picture which can make things tricky. A high percentage of users use Ai in the form of Apps and Software to change there appearance. FaceApp, Snapchat and manu many more Ai based tools are available to change your appearance. The old addage that says if it's too good to be true then it probably is, a 60 year old will not have Flawless Skin. As you will see Large Body, Big Hairy Arms, Large Fingers, with beautiful flawless Face, errr No, Fake. Many Ai creation Software/Apps struggle to Create Hands, Hair, Facial Skin, Backgrounds. Will expand on this .. Hands take alot of Ai processing power and many times there will be mistakes like, Six fingers, Rings that span two fingers, Hands that Blend into other Bodyparts. Facial Skin is very often not Flawless, Freckles, Spots, Blemishes, Moles, Fine Hair, Often All Missing, If it's Flawless it's more than Likely Fake, unless they are Professional Models, and not likely to be here... Backgrounds are often either Blurry or very Perfectly Random, Often not associated with any other Photo in someone's collection, Sometimes Backgrounds are set in Luxury Rooms with Gold Plated Furniture, Not usually associated with a UK Council Estate, or Someone on Job Seekers Allowance... Common Sense on much of this. Bare Feet can be tricky for Ai Software too same as Hands, Same Rules Apply. Other people in the same photo can end up Morphing into Clothing or even other people's Body Parts, Skin near Skin of two people can be an Ai nightmare so look out for this. Scale is an Ai issue too, look out for Big Heads, Small Legs, way out of proportion Body Parts, all common mistakes. Hairy Chest, Flawless Face, - Fake. Hairy Big/Overweight Body, Flawless Face - Fake. Common Sense Prevails here, Think about who you are looking at, How Old, How Fit, Younger Fit People will use Natural Pictures as they have no need not too. Very Blurred and Poor quality photos are often used to hide something. Look out for photos where every shot shows the head in the same position and looks totally flawless, This is because this Face Position is the best one for the Ai Software/App to make the face look the same each time... Otherwise they may end up looking different... Fakes. Look carefully at the photos you like, don't just see a pretty picture and assume it is real, have a look at others they have done, don't play into there Fake loving hands.... They are trying to make you look a fool because they can con you.... Don't let it be you. This is just the Basics, Hope it helps. After a while you will find it easier to spot these Fakers... Enjoy your new skill

a little nervous... I have booked a make-up lesson with a lady who visits for occasion make-up, she seemed really cool with the idea on the phone, but I'm still really embarrassed - silly really, what's the worst that can happen 🥴

Mmmmm! I would love to dress like this with another crossdresser! I would never keep my hands of that massive skirt! 🍆💗💗

If you like my fake ass, just send a like, do not try to flirt w me, i dont respond pm

Meet my assertive side xx

my little dick but a big ass

Pretty in pink - nod to 1980s classic movie and short blonde wig is defiinitely no mollie

michellechan blocked for AI and explicit pics. AmariGold777 blocked as cis woman says she's in US but assoc to a group in NW UK

Oh dear, Xandra has blocked me, adfter slagging off one of the genuine ladies on this site, who took rightful exception to Xandra posting a pic of her ugly hairy bollocks, casting aspersions on her appearance - my reply to her as i can't directly comment back! [Xandra] oh, i bet you're an oil painting - a Jackson Pollock, or a Picasso with both eyes on the same size of your nose, go on then, show your face (unless you're too cowardly)

Loads of Blocking this morning what with BDSM Touts, Go ddesses that look like Lezbo Sisters with big asses, Hotels and It support Fu ck me my BLOCK button is glowing 😂😂😂😂

Just had to say this if you are not going to keep chatting then dnot chat no point in chat in massage

Dressing to Be Seen The Act of Being Seen Every relationship has two nervous systems in dialogue. Touch, tone, scent, gaze — and appearance. To dress for the other is not submission. It is signal. It says: I am present. I am visible. I am offering coherence to the field between us. • Neurochemical effect: anticipation (dopamine), shared pleasure (oxytocin), grounding in ritual (serotonin). • Psychological effect: amplifies self through the eyes of the beloved; creates cycles of gift and reception. • Graffiti: ⚡ Being seen is not shallow. It is sacred. ________________________________________ Archetypes of Dress in Relationship • The Siren (short dress, bold cut): calls desire into the room. Plays with chase and capture. • The Oracle (flowing gowns, layers, veils): slows time, creating atmosphere of reverence. • The Trickster (unexpected combinations, clashing patterns, gender-bent outfits): destabilises expectation, awakens novelty. • The Sovereign (tailored lines, strong shoes, grounded presence): communicates stability, clarity, power. 𓂀 To choose consciously is to decide what archetype you invite into the space between you. ________________________________________ Ritual of the Mirror The mirror is not for correction. The mirror is the first witness. • Stand. Dress slowly. Watch yourself enter the role. • Observe not flaws, but signals: Does this dress invite softness? Does this jacket sharpen presence? • Let the mirror witness the archetype you are summoning before your partner ever sees it. Graffiti: 🩸 The mirror is the first lover. ________________________________________ The Exchange of Gaze When you arrive dressed — whether in thigh-highs or a plain white T-shirt — the real act is the exchange of gaze. • To be looked at with reverence releases oxytocin, lowering defences. • To be looked at with hunger ignites dopamine, sharpening attention. • To be looked at with ridicule collapses trust, burning cortisol into the archive. The choice of dress sets the conditions for which gaze is invited. ________________________________________ The Triad of Relationship Dress 1. Signal to Self — what energy am I summoning in my own nervous system? 2. Signal to Beloved — what state do I invite in theirs? 3. Signal to Field — what story does our shared appearance tell to the world? ________________________________________ Final Reflection Dressing to be seen is not frivolous. It is infrastructure. It is how nervous systems negotiate attraction, trust, play, and belonging. 🌱 To ignore it is to surrender the field to default. ⚡ To wield it consciously is to turn clothing into compass. 🩸 To be seen is to be alive.

My slutty ass. Jerk on it?

Secretsissy38 what an asshole! Continues to use this as a sex site! When it was explained to him that it's not!

Greetings, my dear submissive sissy slut to be owned as a great property to Mistress. I am Superior Discipline, your Dominant Mistress I take this lifestyle very seriously and expect honesty, devotion, and obedience. I am seeking a dedicated submissive male who is ready to be trained, owned, and perfected for my pleasure when I choose to engage I am a confident, compassionate, and experienced Dominant who delights in guiding submissive sissyslut through transformative journeys of self-discovery and growth. I am passionate about submissive training and development and skilled in sensual domination, tease and denial. My devotion is to creating safe, fully consensual, and deeply meaningful power exchange My interests as a Mistress include protocol and etiquette training, service and domestic discipline, sensual control, sensory play, ritualized submission, and long-term psychological transformation. If you are honest, humble, and prepared to submit, prove your willingness and show me why you deserve to belong 💅💃🍆💺🌈🎀👗👘👙🩱🧤👔🧣👛👚👡👠👜👝🥿🩰💄👢💍✂️🔐🔏🔓🔒🔑📍📌💊💉🛏️🪒🛁🧻🚬🪥🚻☯️🛐⚧️♀️🏳️‍🌈🏴‍☠️

Please feel free to send me a massage Id love to chat ❤️💋

Bronze9881 Account reported and blocked FOR THE SECOND TIME IN 24 HOURS. Somehow after blocking them yesterday I'm seeing them again. I can only assume they've recreated the account with the same name Seems very dodge, no doubt a scammer.

What do you think when see my ass in this photo?

How much smut could a slutty slut smut if a smutty slut did slutty smut?! ... Srsly tho .. Asking for a friend - ToppedToys. I did a thing at the beginning of the year and somehow became a Product Ambassador for ToppedToys and joined their #SlutSquad. #goals #toytime #slut #smut

In my fav stockings tonight enjoying a glass of Rioja 😍 I did get a new outfit today, A maid outfit from AliX, And guess what? it doesn't fit!! Waist and shoulders far too tight. Oh well, I might have to get the sewing machine out and alter it at some point 🤣🤣🤣

I’m not on here to be straight guys bitch or mistress sissy I’m far to classy only here for friends nothing else I’m now taken xxx

I think I have hit my breaking point. It is time for Lexi to work hard to find that sexy body. She is going to study makeup like it is a class she is preparing for. Please wish me luck. It will be a long hard journey, but she needs it.

Oh its a sad time, back from my holiday to Ibiza which was so much fun it was 29 degrees the clothes shops were great fun bought far to much but a girls got to do what a girls got to do, but yeah back home now and needed a pick me up so just went on Boohoo and ordered another dress lol woops. trying to stay sexy but Classie, bought an amazing pinstripe mini dress for just 17 pounds , there are loads on offer I wish I could buy more but no I mustn't, go check it out https://www.boohoo.com/categories/womens-dresses