I've made a decision, I'm going to go to Liverpool City Friday and get some clothes and underwear, then I'm going to book a cheap hotel room, I'm going to get some hair removal cream and be smooth, I'll get some drinks in and then get myself dressed up sexy and feminine, yeah it's an open invitation if anyone wants to come join me xxx

I really want to be a submissive sissy, training is what I want to learn how to act feminine and how to talk feminine and walk feminine, yeah so I can make money escorting, I need to buy more clothes and lungrie etc, then I could start hormones, I would love to earn enough for some surgical projects, yeah hair removal apple takeaway and feminine features, then getting implants, before I go all the way xxx

After seeing BethanyP007's post about trans and cross dressing, at the moment i consider myself 'Genderfluid', I'm not always dressed feminine, even though i go out dressed a lot, simply because a lot of people dont know about Megan, including work colleagues. BUT, that might change in the future as I'm thinking of changing jobs where i can be Megan too, i dont want to transition and that wont ever change. If i decide to be megan 24/7 then i would consider myself as Trans even though I've still got my 'meat and two veg' lol

Finally. And rest…
Is there anything better than getting out of boring work clothes and slipping into something that takes all that stress and burden away of hiding your true self. How i would love to rock up to work in a dress and heels just once for the day. Or a nice pencil skirt and blouse. Oh well. Least my sofa enjoys my feminine self.

I feel so feminine

Some of us on here make a lot of effort and time to look feminine, so when i see a pic of you in your lingerie and you have a beard i will rip you to bits, posting constant pics of just your legs is boring, may I suggest you try posting from the neck down instead, or post your self in a wig even if you doubt you look convincing, you will get my respect if you did, and dont get me started on the dick pics, again i will tear you apart and ridicule you, I'm taking no prisoners from now on

Good evening, wonderful people.

I’m sitting here thinking about how much I love taking photos, editing them, and getting all dolled up, because Bella wouldn't exist without that, just as she wouldn't exist without all of you here and the people who have been part of my journey. I’m always trying to look a bit more daring. I absolutely love it, I’ve fully embraced that true feminine side of me the one that was always there and honestly, I even surprise myself sometimes. I’ve shifted my mindset to fully showcasing my femininity through my body and physical presence. Love, Bellisima. xxx

Today I had my day at the salon. All day in fem. Gloria Vanderbilt shorts and Kennith Cole sport top. My lingerie was a purple third love set. I had my hair colored and brows waxed. Quick pic of my hair. 2 years of growing and now longer than ever. Except for the stylists, who know me, no one guessed I was not a feminine woman. I just love these spa days.

Why do peeps bother with ai? Anyine can do that, whole purpose of this is real
Real you and if you cd then wven with hair at least be feminine
As that is what its all abot
Real
Gurls
Real x

Just finished a wonderful manicure two days ago. Was completely in feminine sports wear. The stylist shaped and polished in pink my nails - love going out of the stylists looking so feminine.

The Pink Satin Shift

At sixty-five, I had long since stopped pretending that my wardrobe was entirely conventional.
I was a chunky, mature man with a generous beer belly, broad middle and the sort of five-o'clock-shadow beard that seemed to appear before lunchtime. Crossdressing wasn't something I had suddenly discovered in later life. It was simply something I enjoyed, and over the years I had become quite comfortable wearing feminine clothes whenever the mood took me.
That morning, however, I hadn't intended to dress up at all.
I was volunteering at the charity shop.
After making myself a cup of tea, I started sorting through the mountain of donation bags that had accumulated in the back room. Clothes were everywhere: coats, jumpers, trousers, dresses and blouses, all waiting to be inspected, priced and put onto the rails.
Then I found it.
Pink satin.
I pulled the garment from the bag and watched the fabric catch the light.
It was magnificent.
The blouse had enormous sleeves, gathered cuffs and an almost comically large collar. Buttons ran down the front. Beneath it was a matching long skirt, cut generously enough to accommodate a substantial middle.
I held the pieces against myself.
The pink satin looked particularly striking against my greyish five-o'clock shadow.
I grinned.
"Oh, that's going to be difficult to put on the rail."
I knew myself too well.
A few minutes later I was standing in front of the changing-room mirror.
The outfit fitted surprisingly well.
The satin blouse stretched comfortably across my ample belly, while the long skirt fell almost to my ankles. The enormous collar sat around my neck, making my face and beard look even more conspicuously masculine by contrast.
I turned sideways.
There was absolutely no disguising my shape.
My belly was still there.
My stocky shoulders were still there.
My beard was still there.
I was unmistakably a sixty-five-year-old man.
But I was also wearing an extravagant pink satin outfit.
And I rather liked the sight.
I smoothed the satin over my stomach and laughed quietly.
"Well, you're certainly not going to blend into the background today."
I decided to wear it for my shift.
When I walked out onto the shop floor, one of the other volunteers looked up from arranging a display.
She paused.
Then she smiled.
"That's rather fabulous."
"I found it in the donations."
"You didn't put it on the rail?"
"I thought I'd test it first."
We both laughed.
And that was that.
The shop opened.
Customers began arriving.
I stood behind the till with my beard, chunky frame and very obvious beer belly wrapped in shimmering pink satin, and somehow it felt completely natural.
The outfit swished around my ankles whenever I moved.
The sleeves puffed dramatically whenever I reached for the scanner.
And every time I leaned across the counter, the satin caught the overhead lights and produced a bright, unmistakable sheen.
I noticed people looking.
Nobody seemed particularly bothered.
One woman smiled and said, "I love your blouse."
"Thank you," I replied. "It's a charity-shop discovery."
She laughed.
"Of course it is."
I carried on serving her.
There was something wonderfully ordinary about the whole situation. The till beeped. Customers queued. Donations arrived. Someone asked where the handbags were. Someone else wanted Gift Aid information.
And there I was, doing exactly what I normally did, except that I was doing it in head-to-toe pink satin.
My reflection occasionally appeared in the glass beside the till.
Every time I saw it, I smiled.
The pink satin exaggerated everything about me rather than hiding it. My round belly gave the blouse a wonderfully full shape. My beard remained plainly visible beneath that enormous collar. My mature face looked completely at odds with the sugary pink fabric.
And somehow that was precisely what I enjoyed.
I wasn't trying to look twenty-five.
I wasn't trying to pretend to be someone else.
I was simply a sixty-five-year-old man who enjoyed crossdressing and happened to have discovered an absolutely glorious vintage-looking satin outfit in a donation bag.
By the afternoon, I'd completely settled into it.
A regular customer came to the till with several books.
"You're looking very cheerful today."
"I've discovered pink satin," I told him.
He looked me up and down.
"Clearly."
We both laughed.
When closing time finally arrived, I stood behind the till while the last customer left.
The shop became quiet.
I looked down at myself.
Pink satin.
Huge collar.
Long skirt.
Chunky mature body.
Beer belly.
Five-o'clock shadow.
Sixty-five years old.
I shook my head and smiled.
I couldn't put it out on the racks for sale.
I rang up the price and put the money in the till.
What had started as a donation waiting to be sorted had become the outfit I'd worn for an entire shift.
And as I carefully folded the satin that evening, I found myself wondering what other treasures might be hiding in tomorrow's donation bags.

Feeling feminine in lingerie and made up.

Hello, I’m looking for a dominant man, or an active CD sister, preferably a business owner, to become your personal secretary and have a stable relationship.

I would like to find someone who wants to help me become the person I truly want to be: a very feminine trans woman, sissy, TV/CD, and woman seven days a week, accepting all the consequences that come with it.

Perhaps you have the opportunity and desire to shape and feminize someone according to your wishes and ideas, helping transform me into your very feminine future transgender woman for everyday life.

I met an awesome man the other day, and I’m still smiling about it.

We originally connected on Doublelist and spent a few weeks flirting, talking, and exchanging some very naughty messages before finally meeting last Saturday. I’ll call him “Ken.” He’s in his 70s, White, with gray hair, glasses, and plenty of body hair—all things I find incredibly attractive. There was something about him that immediately made me feel comfortable.

Yes, he’s married. I know that part may be controversial, and I’m not pretending otherwise. His personal situation is complicated, and I’m going to leave the private details of his marriage to him. I don’t pursue married men, but when an adult man makes his own decision to pursue me, I sometimes allow myself to see where things go.

One of the things I liked most about Ken was that I didn’t feel pressured to become somebody else for him. I told him about a previous experience where a guy was disappointed because I didn’t show up in a wig, makeup, and a full feminine outfit. That really bothered me because, although I have a very feminine side, that doesn’t mean I always want—or am able—to transform myself into someone who looks completely female.

Ken understood immediately.

He told me he likes me exactly as I am: a feminine man with smooth skin, a softer personality, and my own way of expressing femininity. He has even started calling himself my “Daddy,” which, I admit, pushes several of my buttons.

When we finally met, there was definitely sexual chemistry between us. We kissed, touched, explored each other, and tried a few things together. We jacked ach other off and sucked each other's dicks. He also tried to **** my asspussy, but I was too tight for full penetration. I told him as long as he got into my crack, it felt great.

We them cuddled together on my bed naked. And that is actually the part that matters most to me.

As sexual as I can be, what I really crave is sexual intimacy rather than sex for its own sake. I want somebody I can lie beside, cuddle with, spoon, kiss, touch, and feel completely comfortable around naked or in my girl clothes. The idea of spending an evening together on the couch watching television, wrapped around each other with nothing to hide, sounds almost heavenly to me.

Ken seems to understand that side of me too.

We’re still flirting and messaging each other, and he has already talked about seeing me again. I didn’t take any pictures or videos of our first meeting. For once, I was simply enjoying the moment instead of trying to document it.

Whatever ultimately happens between us, I’m glad I met him. I felt desired without having to perform, dress a certain way, or pretend to be somebody I’m not.

And that may have been the biggest turn-on of all.

#sissy #sissyboy #crossdresser #shemale #tgirl #gay #lgbt #lgbtq #femboy #gurl #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #naked #nude #fullfrontal #oralsex #analsex #gaydate

Today's not very feminine look.

Yes I've painted my nails

Good afternoon ladies hope your all well .
Can't wait until my wife goes to work at 6 pm i will be able to crossdress and be my feminine self.

Hi everyone. I don't do much these days. Busy life. Once in a while have myself me time playing dress up. keep my feminine self happy before she throws emotional tantrums . So I did last Sunday.

Good Morning Girls, Admirers & all you other lot xx

So I did a thing last weekend, thanks to the lovely & amazing Paul from Born UK, I was invited back for a photograph & makeover session at his studio...to which I very quickly agreed 'YES please!' to.

The photoshoot was very nice and relaxing, a very different experience and photos of that will follow. However I couldn't let all his hard work go to waste so out I go with my fantastic & supportive future wife onto Canal St. again! Here are the first batch of photos from another lovely night out on the strip. Lemme know what you's think xx
#makeover #canalst #crossdresser #crossdressing #feminine

Want to be more girlie/feminine so I've painted my toenails

Wife finally gone to work so will have all day to be my feminine self i will definitely be pleasuring myself today

Ok here I am modeling my magenta bikini look. (Yes tucked) Next trip to the beach is a bit away in my planning. Right now I am just dreaming. Was called ma'am by a salesman today when I was shopping. No attempt on my part to correct the person as I would likely have ended up embarrassing both of us. I was just in my zone being and looking feminine.

Hey ladies hope you are doing we llSpent some time on self-care today freshly shaved, feeling silky smooth, and styled in all-black pantyhose, criss-cross back bra and highheel Crocs

The feeling of stepping into this outfit and embracing my feminine side brings so much pure joy. Just wanted to share this moment of happiness with a community that…

I was feeling very feminine i love wearing panyhose .

Happy Pride, Everyone !!!

Well...what a lovely, surreal day! Rhiann's first Pride! As a straight guy, I usually don't 'celebrate' Pride as such myself...though I'm not particularly against it either. Live & let live, right?

However, I decided that Rhiann deserved to attend a Pride and set out...in my home town no less...where everybody knows me...as Rhiann 🫣

The response was amazing! I was told I had great legs and awesome hair many times (tbh...the red wig got more compliment than I did, actually!) and felt really loved!

I even walked into my regular drinking spot - VERY surreal - but everybody just accepted Rhiann, told me I looked awesome and poured my drinks like nothing was different! Great People

I also got to meet the lovely Sometimes_Amelia and she met my friends, my lovely fiancée and had a great time.

Thank You Barnsley Pride. See you next year xx
#pride #crossdresser #feminine #crossdressing #outonthetown

The Pink Satin Parcel

The parcel arrived on a rainy Saturday morning, wrapped in plain brown paper packaging with nothing to hint at what was inside. I carried it quietly upstairs before anyone else noticed. It wasn't an expensive purchase or some rare collector's item just a vintage satin nightdress from an eBay listing that I couldn't stop thinking about.
I carefully unfolded the tissue paper.
There it was.
A beautiful sissy pink satin nightie, soft and unmistakably vintage. The faded label still read UK 32–34, although the seller had suggested it was more comfortable for a 30–32. It measured a generous sixty inch bust and fifty inches long. Delicate lace trimmed the neckline, and a tiny satin bow sat in the centre, giving it an unmistakably feminine charm.
It looked as though it had stepped straight out of the late seventies or early eighties.
The listing had been wonderfully over the top. It described "special Saturday nights," satin that whispered over the skin, and invited the buyer to imagine slipping into it after a long, stressful week. Part of me laughed at the dramatic sales pitch.
Another part of me couldn't stop reading.
There was something oddly familiar about it.
When I was young, I always found myself fascinated by the contents of my mum's bedroom drawers. Tucked neatly away were satin nighties, lace trimmed slips, and other beautiful garments that seemed to belong to a mysterious grown up world. I never touched them, but I often wondered what they felt like. The colours, the fabrics and the elegance stayed in my memory long after childhood had passed.
Over the years that curiosity never completely disappeared.
Eventually I accepted that I simply enjoyed feminine clothing. Wearing it wasn't about pretending to be someone else. It was about exploring a softer side of myself that I'd hidden away for far too long.
That's why I clicked Buy It Now.
For the next couple of days I found myself checking the tracking number far more often than I cared to admit. Every update made me smile. It felt strangely exciting knowing that this little piece of vintage femininity was making its way towards me.
When it finally arrived, I slipped the satin nightie over my head.
The fabric settled around me with surprising grace, cool and silky against my skin. It flowed almost to my ankles, and the lace rested gently around my shoulders. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help smiling.
I wasn't trying to become anyone else.
I was simply allowing myself to enjoy something I'd been curious about for most of my life.
The satin shimmered softly whenever I moved, and for the first time I understood why garments like this had once been treasured. They weren't merely nightclothes. They were a quiet ritual a way of ending the day with comfort, elegance and a little touch of luxury.
I made myself a mug of tea, picked up the novel waiting on my bedside table, and climbed beneath the duvet.
The satin moved gently as I settled into the pillows.
Outside, the rain tapped softly against the window.
Inside, everything felt peaceful.
The vintage style listing had promised anticipation, dreams and imagination. It had exaggerated, of course but not entirely.
Sometimes all it takes is a simple vintage nightdress to reconnect with a forgotten part of yourself. As I switched off the bedside lamp, wrapped in soft pink satin and surrounded by silence, I realised I wasn't chasing a fantasy.
I was simply embracing a side of myself that had been waiting patiently for many years to be welcomed home.

Hi Everyone hope you are all happy and content with life. Took a break fighting my feminine side but after thinking and stressing I actually love my life

I really love my feminine self and its great knowing there millions who feel just i do .

Love dressing up, love shopping and love feeling feminine. In male form I never got many compliments, I slip on a dress some heels and people say nice things. It makes me feel so much better about myself.

I am looking for a mature, dominant man, or a sister CD activates better some business owner, for a stable relationship in which I want to get me, a transsexual person still a beginner, continue to live and work as a man, but I want to be your future sissy woman, television, CD and very feminine woman 24/7, and all that with all the associated consequences. Maybe you have the inclination to mold and feminize someone for you according to your desires and ideas to make her your very feminine transsexual woman and slut in bed

One of my favorite looks remade with an AI background. So me. So feminine. I hope everyone of my friends are going well today. Love to hear how you are doing?

Today is my birthday and I am celebrating my feminine body and my emotional changes. Now with over a decade of herbal hormone support and special hormone medications my body is close to where I want to be. My breasts are size Bs and my hips are several inches bigger as well. My goal in this next year is to get back to my feminine fighting weight. (Under 140lbs) I wish all my BGFs and BBFs a wonderful day. Please give me comments today if you have time. You journies are important to me as well XXX The next two videos I post really show how I see myself. Again enjoy and comment

Out with my girls. Two days ago I spent the entire day shopping in womens casual wear. Started with a massage and the female massuse said she loved my outfit and how the chartreuse colors I wore were so coordinated. Then I went to a farm store, getting bird seed, where the clerk called me mam. Then to Walgreens where I know I had lots of looks when I picked up my prescriptions. A short but fun trip to Walmart where I looked at bras and dresses in my size. This was the funist part of the day. Then to Tropical Smoothie- everyone knows me there - but was fun to show up in fem. I was wearing Dear John shorts and the shape of my bra, with matching panties, under my sleevlless polo was slighty noticable. I was showing off my shaped and colored toe nails and my pink fingernails. I was in feminine bliss. --- Today I am getting my manacure redone. Love going to the stylists where they improve on my feminine appearance.

Good morning girls my wife finally gone to work i can now be my feminine self for hours .

Just chilling on my bed in my lingerie set watching Ariana grande videos right now is such a vibe. She is so sexy and so feminine, I love and her music just gets me in a mood.

I would say quiet a number of men who post photos and videos of yourself on this site, while you may be dressed in the feminine clothing, and the lingerie and all that, if your body language still portrays your masculine image of yourself, and your manly attitudes, and characteristics, your just going look like a fella in women's clothing. Rather than looking attractive, which I assume is the look your going for, same as I would, were I posting, you may look neither like a man or a woman, just some sad, partly comical expression of humanity. Is that the look you really wish to portray. May I respectfully suggest that before you post images/ video's of yourself that you get into the girly / sissy / feminine headspace. Become the girl of your dreams in your mind first, and then hopefully your body language may become more feminine. As an example, never have I seen a real girl bend her knee and throw it up behind her, as I have seen in some photos here. Its just an overly exaggerated female pose. Mind, if your happy posing the way you like , carry on, but just be aware how it is precieved by some people viewing it, or when in public, or at social events. Same with the make up, sometimes less is better than more. I would like to say that some of the photos, and video's do look right, and feminine, but most do not. Just an observation, and a gentle suggestion, not a criticism. Either your all into this, or you ain't !

Short dresses and stockings with heels makes Patti feel pretty and very feminine, I hope all you girls are having a good day

I get a lot of compliments on my legs.
So thank you to anyone who has ever dropped a comment on my pins, means a lot and never goes unnoticed.

Think it’s fair to say, being sporty at school and growing up always active helped shaped them.

Little did I know it would offer up something far greater. A feminine look when in the right tights or stockings with heels.

One of those magic moments that has stayed with me forever.

As we stare in the mirror I bet we all say it….

I look good, I feel great, this suits me, I want to explore more.

Patti is feeling feminine today

Today iI was thinking about having a day on the beach. But I spent the day at home. But while at home, I wore a wonderful sun outfit all of the day. Not a single bit of mens wear detracting from my feminine body. I love days like this when I can just be me.

Time for honesty fellas. Does any man on here actually like being a transvestite / cross dresser. Come on guys, be honest. I do not particularly like been one, wish I wasn't in fact. I have discussed these issues with a few female psychosexaul therapists, with a view to removing these feminine feelings I seem to get fairly regularly, and the strong urges to act them out. My idea was by speaking to these therapists if they could not totally remove these feelings, perhaps at least they could find a way so I could dampen them down, and have more comtrol over them, rather then been overwhealmed by them. Well unfortunately they all gave the same response, which was, this is part and parcel of your character, your psychological makeup, and there was little hope of changing it, these feminine feelings, no more than one could change their sexual orientation by force.
They suggested instead of fighting and hiding what I am / was inside, it would be a whole lot more easier to actually accept what you are, and show yourself some self compassion, which sounds great in theory, not to easy to do in practice. I present to the world in general, as a masculine man, and thats a fact, not as a soft, possibly feminine man, and if thats they way you present , Good Luck to you. Just my thoughts and experiences on the whole subject matter.

I would say lets be clear guys, because that's what most of us on here are. We will never be women, unless of course having you fully transition, I would say unless your lucky (?) enough to have a smooth soft face, your always gonna look like a fella in a dress, and if you aint got the posture and deportment of a real girl, unfortunately your just going to look quiet comical, and I include myself in that. Mind having said all that, perhaps most on here accept they will never pass as a woman, and are not trying to, but when that familiar need and compulsion to dress feminine comes round, there really ain't nothing like stepping into the softness of feminine clothing, and adopting as much as is possible the mannerisms, attitudes and movements of a female. But more than that its the freedom to be soft, kind, gentle empathic, to allow for a time these generally female qualities, and characteristics to emerge, at least for a while. Such attitudes generally unacceptable in the normal masculine role. Lets be clear, a man having desires to dress as a female, is not what you would call normal behavior in the eyes of the world. I fully understand there are different shades of sexuality, and everyone is different. Thank God for diversity. But I question would a real woman, when finding out her male partners desire to dress in the feminine, would really lose all respect and love for him, when he turns out not to be the man she initially thought he was, and perhaps while maybe accepting him would secretly snigger at him, and look to move on and away from him in the very near future. As far as I am aware women in general are seeking a masculine man, they seek out that polarity, so that they can step into their own femininity with ease, unless they are perhaps lesbian, or some other slice of sexuality.
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Patti really enjoying her free time. I feel so feminine , I love the girly feeling I’m having. Just wish I had someone else to dress with and play

See I dont crossdress full time, say once a week, for the reasons outlined elsewhere. But then when I've done the dirty deed, dressed up in the ligerine and pretty stockiings, and tried to mimic the movements of a female as best I can, and watch myself in the mirror, I can come to my senses quiet quickly, and see myself for what I am, a man dressed in womens clothing, and can whip off the female attire in a matter of seconds, and be back to my masculine self. When I am coming out of that enjoyable feminine trance, (cause thats what it feels like), I feel deeply embarrassed and ashamed, not all the time, but half the time. The I try to banish the memory of what I had just done, the female dressing, from my mind.

Another vintage shot of me. I love ballet dancing and have danced a lot as a male dancer. But I also love wearing a tutu and how feminine it makes me feel. Tomorrow I will share a photo or two from my salon visit today - Nails and Pedicure - And my hair is s long. Completely dressed female for this appointment. Will share tomorrow.

Happy Fathers Day, wouldn't it be wonderful as your Wife, Son's and Daughter's give you your cards and presents to come out to your family today wearing your favorite crossdressing feminine clothes?

I may look fat in this dress but I felt so girly and feminine, I love feeling feminine