• Hi sweets! Just a little FYI: I’m not looking for a Mistresss or Dominatrix, and I’m also not interested in a long-distance online Daddy or Master. I know this site is based in the UK, so most of you are probably Europeans — and that’s totally fine! I just love sharing here, meeting new friends, and if you ever make it to the States, especially San Diego, then hit me up!

    I’m finally embracing my true gender identity, though I’m still a bit unsure whether I’m a #femboy (or #femman), a #crossdresser, a #sissy, or even #transgender. What I do know is that I’m the #girly #feminine #submissive receiver in a relationship. I love appearing as a #gurl and being treated — and thought of — like one.

    I can be friends with fellow #crossdressers #sissies #trans and #femboys, and I get along great with #Mistressess too — but romantically, I’m attracted to masculine, manly men. I have such a soft spot for hairy men (I love the feeling of my smooth fem body against their strong, hairy chests ) and for older, mature men. I’m 47, so “older” to me means 50 and up… honestly, the older the better!

    So again, I’m not looking for a Mistresss or even an online Daddy. We can absolutely be friends — but I’m not paying for anything, and I can spot scams and pros a mile away. I’m here to connect, network socially, and show off a little. Thank you for reading!

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    Chrissy
    Hi sweets! 💋 Just a little FYI: I’m not looking for a Mistresss or Dominatrix, and I’m also not interested in a long-distance online Daddy or Master. I know this site is based in the UK, so most of you are probably Europeans — and that’s totally fine! I just love sharing here, meeting new friends, and if you ever make it to the States, especially San Diego, then hit me up! ☀️🇺🇸 I’m finally embracing my true gender identity, though I’m still a bit unsure whether I’m a #femboy (or #femman), a #crossdresser, a #sissy, or even #transgender. What I do know is that I’m the #girly #feminine #submissive receiver in a relationship. I love appearing as a #gurl and being treated — and thought of — like one. 🌸 I can be friends with fellow #crossdressers #sissies #trans and #femboys, and I get along great with #Mistressess too — but romantically, I’m attracted to masculine, manly men. I have such a soft spot for hairy men (I love the feeling of my smooth fem body against their strong, hairy chests 😍) and for older, mature men. I’m 47, so “older” to me means 50 and up… honestly, the older the better! So again, I’m not looking for a Mistresss or even an online Daddy. We can absolutely be friends — but I’m not paying for anything, and I can spot scams and pros a mile away. I’m here to connect, network socially, and show off a little. Thank you for reading! 💖 Kisses, Chrissy
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  • Yes, I'm an American. I know this site is based out of the UK. But if you're ever traveling to San Diego, CA, hit me up!

    #american #USA #unitedstates #sandiego #california #UK #UnitedKingdom #Europe #crossdresser #crossdressing #sissy #sissyboy #shemale #xdresser #xdressing #tgirl #gurl #trans #transwoman #transgirl #transgender #genderfluid #gay #lgbtq #nsfw
    Yes, I'm an American. I know this site is based out of the UK. But if you're ever traveling to San Diego, CA, hit me up! #american #USA #unitedstates #sandiego #california #UK #UnitedKingdom #Europe #crossdresser #crossdressing #sissy #sissyboy #shemale #xdresser #xdressing #tgirl #gurl #trans #transwoman #transgirl #transgender #genderfluid #gay #lgbtq #nsfw
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  • 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
    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
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  • 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.
    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.
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  • Spacesuit of girl from Io...

    We all here are survivors of rocket crash. At least I know and remember... I came from another world.I am bound to live on Earth and adopt as the rocket back would never come....

    My mother was hidden by my Grand Mother who run from labour camps on Pluto. .

    My GrandMother was pregnant The door of last Gulag-transport from Pluto would not open to a prisoner. But luckily it opened to her big tummy where was my unchipped Mother.They got by miracle into cargo salon unnoticed and managed to hide in empty water vessels. When Rocket started it was too late to kick them off.

    My Grand Mother was from Io and Europe union. There  it was normal for girl have an elongated clitoris that is mistakenly interpreted on Earth as a masculine force.My clitoris elongatis is very femenine and sensetive.It does not function in a men way at all. It needs excitement and pleasure coming from an undrstanding creature...
    I try not remember that I have it. Rubber protectors used by people kills it, morover the talk and prelude of Iowean girls are so different. My Elongatis is never feeling happy on Earth , wrong gravitation , and different gravity between creatures..
    Only ones I met an earth girl who was able partially respond to me. She adored a girl with strange penis as she called it and could not belive my story... I realised my luck to meet a puzzeled sensetive bi woman...

    Io girls are proud with their beauties... But they all gone after big explosion.
    My Grand Mother run from camp on last shuttle but it came to Earth...
    She was hiding my Mother my mother was hiding me. Good doctor removed some of the beauties and gulls to match the earth style but unfortunately surgery did damaged my sensetivity and emotions.

    Kind doctor forged my papers as a boy.Nobody knew I am Kate indeed...
    I stopped worrying
    I established my life in medicine too and it opened ways around obstacles... I still could not use to so much oxygen and forgetting breath in the sea...
    One day a year I find old spacesuit in wordrobe and wear it.... In a memory of big excile...

    I wish you all find your own way to live on this planet without a spacesuit. We are the last Ioweans here Io frozen after nuck strikes... Keep Calm
    Find yourway to your true feelings and true sensetivity.There is nothing wrong to be a girl with elongatis... Girl way is a way to hide it....
    Spacesuit of girl from Io... We all here are survivors of rocket crash. At least I know and remember... I came from another world.I am bound to live on Earth and adopt as the rocket back would never come.... My mother was hidden by my Grand Mother who run from labour camps on Pluto. . My GrandMother was pregnant The door of last Gulag-transport from Pluto would not open to a prisoner. But luckily it opened to her big tummy where was my unchipped Mother.They got by miracle into cargo salon unnoticed and managed to hide in empty water vessels. When Rocket started it was too late to kick them off. My Grand Mother was from Io and Europe union. There  it was normal for girl have an elongated clitoris that is mistakenly interpreted on Earth as a masculine force.My clitoris elongatis is very femenine and sensetive.It does not function in a men way at all. It needs excitement and pleasure coming from an undrstanding creature... I try not remember that I have it. Rubber protectors used by people kills it, morover the talk and prelude of Iowean girls are so different. My Elongatis is never feeling happy on Earth , wrong gravitation , and different gravity between creatures.. Only ones I met an earth girl who was able partially respond to me. She adored a girl with strange penis as she called it and could not belive my story... I realised my luck to meet a puzzeled sensetive bi woman... Io girls are proud with their beauties... But they all gone after big explosion. My Grand Mother run from camp on last shuttle but it came to Earth... She was hiding my Mother my mother was hiding me. Good doctor removed some of the beauties and gulls to match the earth style but unfortunately surgery did damaged my sensetivity and emotions. Kind doctor forged my papers as a boy.Nobody knew I am Kate indeed... I stopped worrying I established my life in medicine too and it opened ways around obstacles... I still could not use to so much oxygen and forgetting breath in the sea... One day a year I find old spacesuit in wordrobe and wear it.... In a memory of big excile... I wish you all find your own way to live on this planet without a spacesuit. We are the last Ioweans here Io frozen after nuck strikes... Keep Calm Find yourway to your true feelings and true sensetivity.There is nothing wrong to be a girl with elongatis... Girl way is a way to hide it....
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