• Cornflowers

    I lost you
    Long ago
    Cornflowers
    And Skies
    Mixed crazy...
    Suddenly
    My mind
    Just feared
    My life with you
    My lie that
    I do
    I Do Love you...
    I lost myself
    And you
    And skies...
    Cornflowers
    In fields
    In late November
    I feared
    I left you
    Flied to sky...
    And still
    Alone
    In my Love
    I wait still
    Looking
    From above
    Cornflowers
    You brought me
    I remember...
    Cornflowers I lost you Long ago Cornflowers And Skies Mixed crazy... Suddenly My mind Just feared My life with you My lie that I do I Do Love you... I lost myself And you And skies... Cornflowers In fields In late November I feared I left you Flied to sky... And still Alone In my Love I wait still Looking From above Cornflowers You brought me I remember...
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  • I present, androgynously, my flowing Xionsqi midi skirt. It is complemented by a fully functional Walther PPK/S pistol, clip-on Crystal Silver Rhinestone Earrings, a personalised T-shirt, an analogue Cansnow Bracelet wristwatch and Vancy Kitten heeled buckle ankle shoes:
    I present, androgynously, my flowing Xionsqi midi skirt. It is complemented by a fully functional Walther PPK/S pistol, clip-on Crystal Silver Rhinestone Earrings, a personalised T-shirt, an analogue Cansnow Bracelet wristwatch and Vancy Kitten heeled buckle ankle shoes:
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  • What a day in Chesterfield... (Story)
    Jamie got in touch with an offer I could not turn down..
    He said he lived in Chesterfield which was not exactly next door but in this case I didn't care.
    He said he was 25 and worked from home 3 days a week, his partner was at work 9 till 5 every day.. He said that he was not interested in anything himself but was happy to help with my training if I was interested, he said he would put on some Holdups and was already smooth as was his partner... He said unfortunately I can't stop work but he can move the desk and put some pillows down for me, he said you can just help yourself for as long as you want, he said he often has to do multiple sittings, he said you can suck all day if you wanted, although he said 3pm may be a safe time to finish, he said once I had had enough I could just show myself out as he would still be working...
    How could I say no to that offer, I new I dropped my Wife off at work at 9 so could be at Jamie's at 10ish giving me upto 5 hours training...How perfect is that..
    I grabbed some snacks and a pack up and off I went to Chesterfield..
    I got there a little after 10 which was annoying as the traffic was worse than usual.
    He let me in and we briefly chatted again before he had to go back to work..
    We had chatted extensively before hand anyway.
    I noticed he was wearing a dressing gown so I was guessing he was ready...
    He lead me into his study, a small spare room, where I noticed he had pulled his desk away from the wall, into the centre of the room, I could also see a selection of Pillows lining the floor under the desk.
    He was already sat down and was adjusting his dressing gown, I could only see a plain black t-shirt under his gown from this position..
    He said, Help yourself and continue when you like, he pointed out the kitchen and living room and Bathroom so I could take a break at any point..
    I put my bag down and got down onto the floor under the desk, luckily a good sized desk, there were even led lamps on the floor either side of the desk creating loads of light under the desk, I got down under the desk for my first look...
    OMG... There was a 6" soft very smooth full head showing co ck, hanging there, he was spread nice and wide with his Black Holdups on as he said he would, he had sat right on the edge of his chair.. I could not wait any longer.
    I got as close as I could and leaned and slid his **** head straight into my mouth, wetting his head with my tongue, I leant even further and sucked his full shaft into my mouth then slowly wetting it all fully untill I could slide my head up and down his shaft fully...
    After a very short time he slowly grew bigger and hard, I'm glad he was sat upright to there was minimal tension on his shaft, a smooth fresh looking shaft now about 7", I was in heaven, I sucked merrily on his shaft and every now and then switching to sucking on his co ck head alone, sometimes fast short sucks and other times full length sucks, also switching from tight grip to very gentle sensual sucking, I just had enough room to use my hand for a short but swift **** to give my mouth a brief rest....
    I can't tell you how pleasurable this was, I could here him typing away at his work and here I am Servicing his co ck for as long as I liked... It was everything I could have wanted ..
    He could last too, it took me about 35 minutes before I noticed a few twitches, he shifted slightly, I sucked just the head of his co ck, waiting for my first reward, for the first time his keyboard went quiet and I heard a faint yes yes, then suddenly a huge jet of juice shot out to the back of my throat, I had to swallow mid flow as a second huge load was filling my mouth faster then I could swallow, luckily the third load was much smaller allowing me to mop up every last drop...
    Wow how amazing I thought, a huge meal and all this Training for free..all day..
    I crawled out from under the table and glanced up at him, he gave me a smile and nod of approval then was back on his keyboard.....
    Look out for What a day in Chesterfield Part 2...
    ____________________
    If you are local to Derby and can help with my Practice and Training like above then please get in touch.
    I don't expect anything else in return as you are already letting me use your co ck.
    All I ask is that you are Smooth Shaven with full head showing and are willing to wear Holdups Tights or Stockings. ( Which I could supply)
    Oh and if you don't mind will you let me Swallow please... It's part of the training.
    If you married or with someone I will keep it all quiet and as stated no Mess or Waste and of course No Evidence....
    What a day in Chesterfield... (Story) Jamie got in touch with an offer I could not turn down.. He said he lived in Chesterfield which was not exactly next door but in this case I didn't care. He said he was 25 and worked from home 3 days a week, his partner was at work 9 till 5 every day.. He said that he was not interested in anything himself but was happy to help with my training if I was interested, he said he would put on some Holdups and was already smooth as was his partner... He said unfortunately I can't stop work but he can move the desk and put some pillows down for me, he said you can just help yourself for as long as you want, he said he often has to do multiple sittings, he said you can suck all day if you wanted, although he said 3pm may be a safe time to finish, he said once I had had enough I could just show myself out as he would still be working... How could I say no to that offer, I new I dropped my Wife off at work at 9 so could be at Jamie's at 10ish giving me upto 5 hours training...How perfect is that.. I grabbed some snacks and a pack up and off I went to Chesterfield.. I got there a little after 10 which was annoying as the traffic was worse than usual. He let me in and we briefly chatted again before he had to go back to work.. We had chatted extensively before hand anyway. I noticed he was wearing a dressing gown so I was guessing he was ready... He lead me into his study, a small spare room, where I noticed he had pulled his desk away from the wall, into the centre of the room, I could also see a selection of Pillows lining the floor under the desk. He was already sat down and was adjusting his dressing gown, I could only see a plain black t-shirt under his gown from this position.. He said, Help yourself and continue when you like, he pointed out the kitchen and living room and Bathroom so I could take a break at any point.. I put my bag down and got down onto the floor under the desk, luckily a good sized desk, there were even led lamps on the floor either side of the desk creating loads of light under the desk, I got down under the desk for my first look... OMG... There was a 6" soft very smooth full head showing co ck, hanging there, he was spread nice and wide with his Black Holdups on as he said he would, he had sat right on the edge of his chair.. I could not wait any longer. I got as close as I could and leaned and slid his cock head straight into my mouth, wetting his head with my tongue, I leant even further and sucked his full shaft into my mouth then slowly wetting it all fully untill I could slide my head up and down his shaft fully... After a very short time he slowly grew bigger and hard, I'm glad he was sat upright to there was minimal tension on his shaft, a smooth fresh looking shaft now about 7", I was in heaven, I sucked merrily on his shaft and every now and then switching to sucking on his co ck head alone, sometimes fast short sucks and other times full length sucks, also switching from tight grip to very gentle sensual sucking, I just had enough room to use my hand for a short but swift wank to give my mouth a brief rest.... I can't tell you how pleasurable this was, I could here him typing away at his work and here I am Servicing his co ck for as long as I liked... It was everything I could have wanted .. He could last too, it took me about 35 minutes before I noticed a few twitches, he shifted slightly, I sucked just the head of his co ck, waiting for my first reward, for the first time his keyboard went quiet and I heard a faint yes yes, then suddenly a huge jet of juice shot out to the back of my throat, I had to swallow mid flow as a second huge load was filling my mouth faster then I could swallow, luckily the third load was much smaller allowing me to mop up every last drop... Wow how amazing I thought, a huge meal and all this Training for free..all day.. I crawled out from under the table and glanced up at him, he gave me a smile and nod of approval then was back on his keyboard..... Look out for What a day in Chesterfield Part 2... ____________________ If you are local to Derby and can help with my Practice and Training like above then please get in touch. I don't expect anything else in return as you are already letting me use your co ck. All I ask is that you are Smooth Shaven with full head showing and are willing to wear Holdups Tights or Stockings. ( Which I could supply) Oh and if you don't mind will you let me Swallow please... It's part of the training. If you married or with someone I will keep it all quiet and as stated no Mess or Waste and of course No Evidence....
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  • What a day in Chesterfield... (Story)
    Jamie got in touch with an offer I could not turn down..
    He said he lived in Chesterfield which was not exactly next door but in this case I didn't care.
    He said he was 25 and worked from home 3 days a week, his partner was at work 9 till 5 every day.. He said that he was not interested in anything himself but was happy to help with my training if I was interested, he said he would put on some Holdups and was already smooth as was his partner... He said unfortunately I can't stop work but he can move the desk and put some pillows down for me, he said you can just help yourself for as long as you want, he said he often has to do multiple sittings, he said you can suck all day if you wanted, although he said 3pm may be a safe time to finish, he said once I had had enough I could just show myself out as he would still be working...
    How could I say no to that offer, I new I dropped my Wife off at work at 9 so could be at Jamie's at 10ish giving me upto 5 hours training...How perfect is that..
    I grabbed some snacks and a pack up and off I went to Chesterfield..
    I got there a little after 10 which was annoying as the traffic was worse than usual.
    He let me in and we briefly chatted again before he had to go back to work..
    We had chatted extensively before hand anyway.
    I noticed he was wearing a dressing gown so I was guessing he was ready...
    He lead me into his study, a small spare room, where I noticed he had pulled his desk away from the wall, into the centre of the room, I could also see a selection of Pillows lining the floor under the desk.
    He was already sat down and was adjusting his dressing gown, I could only see a plain black t-shirt under his gown from this position..
    He said, Help yourself and continue when you like, he pointed out the kitchen and living room and Bathroom so I could take a break at any point..
    I put my bag down and got down onto the floor under the desk, luckily a good sized desk, there were even led lamps on the floor either side of the desk creating loads of light under the desk, I got down under the desk for my first look...
    OMG... There was a 6" soft very smooth full head showing co ck, hanging there, he was spread nice and wide with his Black Holdups on as he said he would, he had sat right on the edge of his chair.. I could not wait any longer.
    I got as close as I could and leaned and slid his **** head straight into my mouth, wetting his head with my tongue, I leant even further and sucked his full shaft into my mouth then slowly wetting it all fully untill I could slide my head up and down his shaft fully...
    After a very short time he slowly grew bigger and hard, I'm glad he was sat upright to there was minimal tension on his shaft, a smooth fresh looking shaft now about 7", I was in heaven, I sucked merrily on his shaft and every now and then switching to sucking on his co ck head alone, sometimes fast short sucks and other times full length sucks, also switching from tight grip to very gentle sensual sucking, I just had enough room to use my hand for a short but swift **** to give my mouth a brief rest....
    I can't tell you how pleasurable this was, I could here him typing away at his work and here I am Servicing his co ck for as long as I liked... It was everything I could have wanted ..
    He could last too, it took me about 35 minutes before I noticed a few twitches, he shifted slightly, I sucked just the head of his co ck, waiting for my first reward, for the first time his keyboard went quiet and I heard a faint yes yes, then suddenly a huge jet of juice shot out to the back of my throat, I had to swallow mid flow as a second huge load was filling my mouth faster then I could swallow, luckily the third load was much smaller allowing me to mop up every last drop...
    Wow how amazing I thought, a huge meal and all this Training for free..all day..
    I crawled out from under the table and glanced up at him, he gave me a smile and nod of approval then was back on his keyboard.....
    Look out for What a day in Chesterfield Part 2...
    ____________________
    If you are local to Derby and can help with my Practice and Training like above then please get in touch.
    I don't expect anything else in return as you are already letting me use your co ck.
    All I ask is that you are Smooth Shaven with full head showing and are willing to wear Holdups Tights or Stockings. ( Which I could supply)
    Oh and if you don't mind will you let me Swallow please... It's part of the training.
    If you married or with someone I will keep it all quiet and as stated no Mess or Waste and of course No Evidence....
    What a day in Chesterfield... (Story) Jamie got in touch with an offer I could not turn down.. He said he lived in Chesterfield which was not exactly next door but in this case I didn't care. He said he was 25 and worked from home 3 days a week, his partner was at work 9 till 5 every day.. He said that he was not interested in anything himself but was happy to help with my training if I was interested, he said he would put on some Holdups and was already smooth as was his partner... He said unfortunately I can't stop work but he can move the desk and put some pillows down for me, he said you can just help yourself for as long as you want, he said he often has to do multiple sittings, he said you can suck all day if you wanted, although he said 3pm may be a safe time to finish, he said once I had had enough I could just show myself out as he would still be working... How could I say no to that offer, I new I dropped my Wife off at work at 9 so could be at Jamie's at 10ish giving me upto 5 hours training...How perfect is that.. I grabbed some snacks and a pack up and off I went to Chesterfield.. I got there a little after 10 which was annoying as the traffic was worse than usual. He let me in and we briefly chatted again before he had to go back to work.. We had chatted extensively before hand anyway. I noticed he was wearing a dressing gown so I was guessing he was ready... He lead me into his study, a small spare room, where I noticed he had pulled his desk away from the wall, into the centre of the room, I could also see a selection of Pillows lining the floor under the desk. He was already sat down and was adjusting his dressing gown, I could only see a plain black t-shirt under his gown from this position.. He said, Help yourself and continue when you like, he pointed out the kitchen and living room and Bathroom so I could take a break at any point.. I put my bag down and got down onto the floor under the desk, luckily a good sized desk, there were even led lamps on the floor either side of the desk creating loads of light under the desk, I got down under the desk for my first look... OMG... There was a 6" soft very smooth full head showing co ck, hanging there, he was spread nice and wide with his Black Holdups on as he said he would, he had sat right on the edge of his chair.. I could not wait any longer. I got as close as I could and leaned and slid his cock head straight into my mouth, wetting his head with my tongue, I leant even further and sucked his full shaft into my mouth then slowly wetting it all fully untill I could slide my head up and down his shaft fully... After a very short time he slowly grew bigger and hard, I'm glad he was sat upright to there was minimal tension on his shaft, a smooth fresh looking shaft now about 7", I was in heaven, I sucked merrily on his shaft and every now and then switching to sucking on his co ck head alone, sometimes fast short sucks and other times full length sucks, also switching from tight grip to very gentle sensual sucking, I just had enough room to use my hand for a short but swift wank to give my mouth a brief rest.... I can't tell you how pleasurable this was, I could here him typing away at his work and here I am Servicing his co ck for as long as I liked... It was everything I could have wanted .. He could last too, it took me about 35 minutes before I noticed a few twitches, he shifted slightly, I sucked just the head of his co ck, waiting for my first reward, for the first time his keyboard went quiet and I heard a faint yes yes, then suddenly a huge jet of juice shot out to the back of my throat, I had to swallow mid flow as a second huge load was filling my mouth faster then I could swallow, luckily the third load was much smaller allowing me to mop up every last drop... Wow how amazing I thought, a huge meal and all this Training for free..all day.. I crawled out from under the table and glanced up at him, he gave me a smile and nod of approval then was back on his keyboard..... Look out for What a day in Chesterfield Part 2... ____________________ If you are local to Derby and can help with my Practice and Training like above then please get in touch. I don't expect anything else in return as you are already letting me use your co ck. All I ask is that you are Smooth Shaven with full head showing and are willing to wear Holdups Tights or Stockings. ( Which I could supply) Oh and if you don't mind will you let me Swallow please... It's part of the training. If you married or with someone I will keep it all quiet and as stated no Mess or Waste and of course No Evidence....
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  • Posing indoors wearing a modest flowing, glossy cream coloured satin maxi gown with a matching draped head scarf covering and shawl.
    Posing indoors wearing a modest flowing, glossy cream coloured satin maxi gown with a matching draped head scarf covering and shawl.
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  • Damn you 'Search This Image With Google Lens' - An individual models an elegant, black satin maxi dress with a vibrant pink and purple floral pattern. The dress features a high mock-neck collar with a keyhole cutout, full-length blouson sleeves with gathered cuffs, and a flowing A-line silhouette, styled with statement red cat-eye sunglasses. AN INDIVIDUAL? I'M ALL WOMAN WITH A C0CK AND BALLS.
    Damn you 'Search This Image With Google Lens' - An individual models an elegant, black satin maxi dress with a vibrant pink and purple floral pattern. The dress features a high mock-neck collar with a keyhole cutout, full-length blouson sleeves with gathered cuffs, and a flowing A-line silhouette, styled with statement red cat-eye sunglasses. AN INDIVIDUAL? I'M ALL WOMAN WITH A C0CK AND BALLS.
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  • Well, after a 4-hour rant into the void while i slept, another PM every 30 - 90 seconds, 50 views of my profile (attempting to dig "dirt" to use in her diatribe), blocked by someone i was "harassing"... Oh dear, how sad, never mind. Now, where's i put my World's Smallest Violin, and the postage-stamp Kleenex for my flowing tears...?

    I really, really, hope the poor thing gets the help she very obviously needs. She hasn't had an easy life, but i'm pretty sure she's making it worse.
    Well, after a 4-hour rant into the void while i slept, another PM every 30 - 90 seconds, 50 views of my profile (attempting to dig "dirt" to use in her diatribe), blocked by someone i was "harassing"... Oh dear, how sad, never mind. Now, where's i put my World's Smallest Violin, and the postage-stamp Kleenex for my flowing tears...? I really, really, hope the poor thing gets the help she very obviously needs. She hasn't had an easy life, but i'm pretty sure she's making it worse.
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  • Old Foretale

    I met my Fair Lady
    Long ago
    I was too young
    Too shy
    She told me
    You should find
    A Park
    A Flower
    A Line
    And by the lawn
    You will feel
    Your steps
    Your Heart
    Your Soul Will...

    I walked
    So many many
    Days
    And came
    To magic park
    In sunny morning
    To enjoy
    My Soul and My Heart...
    Old Foretale I met my Fair Lady Long ago I was too young Too shy She told me You should find A Park A Flower A Line And by the lawn You will feel Your steps Your Heart Your Soul Will... I walked So many many Days And came To magic park In sunny morning To enjoy My Soul and My Heart...
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  • Talk to the trees

    I used to talk
    To flowers
    And trees
    I was just told
    The way of real Miss
    Be shy
    Be silent
    Look away
    Hide your desires
    Whole day...
    And after lonely
    And cold night
    Meet early morning
    With sun light...
    Talk to your tree
    Tell Love you never felt
    And leaves
    Are messages
    So elegantly sent...
    You heart will know meaning
    Almost straight
    Be shy
    Be silent
    Never mind...
    Talk to the trees I used to talk To flowers And trees I was just told The way of real Miss Be shy Be silent Look away Hide your desires Whole day... And after lonely And cold night Meet early morning With sun light... Talk to your tree Tell Love you never felt And leaves Are messages So elegantly sent... You heart will know meaning Almost straight Be shy Be silent Never mind...
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  • Anyone wanna chat with me I'm in my black panties and flowery shirt and leggings very bored
    Anyone wanna chat with me I'm in my black panties and flowery shirt and leggings very bored
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  • My Gloriously Unfashionable Satin Dress

    Dear Diary,

    I have to admit, the moment I saw this dress, I knew it was absolutely, gloriously unfashionable and that was precisely what appealed to me.

    It is an enormous, flowing satin dress in a creamy ivory shade, covered from neckline to hem with clusters of blue, lavender and purple flowers. The satin catches the light beautifully, producing those unmistakable glossy highlights that make the fabric look almost liquid. Every movement creates another shimmer.

    The cut is wonderfully excessive. It has long, voluminous sleeves gathered at the wrists and a high, almost demure neckline. There isn't a hint of anything fitted or fashionable about it. Instead, the fabric simply falls generously from my shoulders, creating what can only be described as a magnificent satin tent.

    The skirt reaches all the way to my ankles and seems to have enough material for two dresses. When I stand still, it hangs heavily around me when I move, the satin swishes and ripples, making the whole thing feel wonderfully theatrical.

    And those flowers! They are everywhere little blue blossoms mixed with larger purple flowers and delicate sprays of foliage. The pattern is almost comically old fashioned, exactly the sort of thing someone might once have described as "very tasteful" while everyone else quietly wondered what on earth they were thinking.

    I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't help smiling. It is not slimming. It is not sleek. It is certainly not modern. If anything, it makes me look even larger and more enveloped in fabric.

    But perhaps that is its charm.

    There is something wonderfully liberating about wearing something that makes absolutely no attempt to flatter the figure. It simply says, Here I am, surrounded by yards and yards of shiny floral satin, and I couldn't care less about fashion.

    Tonight, I think I'll enjoy every ridiculous, magnificent inch of it.

    What a dress. What a tent. What a gloriously unfashionable thing to wear.

    And somehow, I absolutely love it.
    My Gloriously Unfashionable Satin Dress Dear Diary, I have to admit, the moment I saw this dress, I knew it was absolutely, gloriously unfashionable and that was precisely what appealed to me. It is an enormous, flowing satin dress in a creamy ivory shade, covered from neckline to hem with clusters of blue, lavender and purple flowers. The satin catches the light beautifully, producing those unmistakable glossy highlights that make the fabric look almost liquid. Every movement creates another shimmer. The cut is wonderfully excessive. It has long, voluminous sleeves gathered at the wrists and a high, almost demure neckline. There isn't a hint of anything fitted or fashionable about it. Instead, the fabric simply falls generously from my shoulders, creating what can only be described as a magnificent satin tent. The skirt reaches all the way to my ankles and seems to have enough material for two dresses. When I stand still, it hangs heavily around me when I move, the satin swishes and ripples, making the whole thing feel wonderfully theatrical. And those flowers! They are everywhere little blue blossoms mixed with larger purple flowers and delicate sprays of foliage. The pattern is almost comically old fashioned, exactly the sort of thing someone might once have described as "very tasteful" while everyone else quietly wondered what on earth they were thinking. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't help smiling. It is not slimming. It is not sleek. It is certainly not modern. If anything, it makes me look even larger and more enveloped in fabric. But perhaps that is its charm. There is something wonderfully liberating about wearing something that makes absolutely no attempt to flatter the figure. It simply says, Here I am, surrounded by yards and yards of shiny floral satin, and I couldn't care less about fashion. Tonight, I think I'll enjoy every ridiculous, magnificent inch of it. What a dress. What a tent. What a gloriously unfashionable thing to wear. And somehow, I absolutely love it.
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  • Talk to Rose

    I never thought
    I'll stop to talk
    To listen
    Magic news

    But Rose
    Told me
    Of Romance,
    Forgotten
    Singing Muse...

    I look with sadness
    On myself
    I felt not Love but power
    My heart
    Was dreaming
    Of wheat fields
    With poppies
    And cornflowers

    And then she whispered
    To me
    I also was that small
    But tears
    Passions
    And Love
    Made
    Me again to grow...

    I know
    Lonely
    You are
    But it will come
    One day
    Shy girl will
    Give a rose to you
    To hide
    In Love
    All pain...
    Talk to Rose I never thought I'll stop to talk To listen Magic news But Rose Told me Of Romance, Forgotten Singing Muse... I look with sadness On myself I felt not Love but power My heart Was dreaming Of wheat fields With poppies And cornflowers And then she whispered To me I also was that small But tears Passions And Love Made Me again to grow... I know Lonely You are But it will come One day Shy girl will Give a rose to you To hide In Love All pain...
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  • 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.
    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.
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  • Kate goes dancing

    Yesterday I finished work late .
    Sudden tiredness tried to paralise me , telling go to sleep, do not travel with Kate tonight.
    But I did. Orange lipstick on platform.
    And She was happy trying to dance on heels. It will take time to recall all forgotten movements an move girly and not wobbly.
    I really did not cared what flow of people thought.
    Kate came happy and tired. It is a fourth day she wears new heels that she adopted with straps herself...

    Dance Dance Dance
    Happy Friday Morning Everybody !!!
    Kate goes dancing Yesterday I finished work late . Sudden tiredness tried to paralise me , telling go to sleep, do not travel with Kate tonight. But I did. Orange lipstick on platform. And She was happy trying to dance on heels. It will take time to recall all forgotten movements an move girly and not wobbly. I really did not cared what flow of people thought. Kate came happy and tired. It is a fourth day she wears new heels that she adopted with straps herself... Dance Dance Dance Happy Friday Morning Everybody !!!
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  • A date brought me flowers.

    #sissy #sissyboy #sissies #sissyboys #sissygirl #sissygirls #femboy #femboys #femman #gurl #crossdresser #crossdressers #crossdressing #tgirl #shemale #shemalechrissy #sissychrissyinsandiego #chrissyinsd #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transfemale
    A date brought me flowers. #sissy #sissyboy #sissies #sissyboys #sissygirl #sissygirls #femboy #femboys #femman #gurl #crossdresser #crossdressers #crossdressing #tgirl #shemale #shemalechrissy #sissychrissyinsandiego #chrissyinsd #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transfemale
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  • Hi everyone hope your all enjoying the weather and not melting the thing I love wuen its hot is wearing these flowy thin sun dresses much cooler than male summer clothing
    Hi everyone hope your all enjoying the weather and not melting the thing I love wuen its hot is wearing these flowy thin sun dresses much cooler than male summer clothing 😎
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  • Flowers to help the sun come out, got absolutely soaked working yesterday! So nice to see the sunshine this morning x
    Flowers to help the sun come out, got absolutely soaked working yesterday! So nice to see the sunshine this morning x
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  • Just thinking about being loved in bed. Romantic music, smells of flowers, light cool breeze and soft touch as I am completely filled. Wishing all my girl and boy friends a wonderful day. Let me know if you like my dress? A bit different from some of my others.
    Just thinking about being loved in bed. Romantic music, smells of flowers, light cool breeze and soft touch as I am completely filled. Wishing all my girl and boy friends a wonderful day. 💞 Let me know if you like my dress? A bit different from some of my others. 🥰
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  • I love my Daughter and Grandson to bits, BUT! I am so looking forward to when school half term ends and I can get back to volunteering in the Charity Shop on Monday morning and sort through the new donations from this week to Crossdress in style. I can only take so much of "The wheels on the bus" and repeats of Bluey on BBC iPlayer. Grandad needs to wear soft and silky satin for his mental health and physical wellbeing. Elegant, age-appropriate satin blouses, long satin nightwear, large satin scarves, long flowing satin skirts, and flowing fabrics suit the emotional comfort I'm looking for.
    I love my Daughter and Grandson to bits, BUT! I am so looking forward to when school half term ends and I can get back to volunteering in the Charity Shop on Monday morning and sort through the new donations from this week to Crossdress in style. I can only take so much of "The wheels on the bus" and repeats of Bluey on BBC iPlayer. Grandad needs to wear soft and silky satin for his mental health and physical wellbeing. Elegant, age-appropriate satin blouses, long satin nightwear, large satin scarves, long flowing satin skirts, and flowing fabrics suit the emotional comfort I'm looking for.
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  • Oh! My beautiful flower blouse! So great!
    Oh! My beautiful flower blouse! So great! 🤩😘💕😁
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  • Red Sissy Satin Flowers Headscarf
    ♥️ Red Sissy Satin Flowers Headscarf
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  • From the previous post of "Sunday morning, off out to church, what to wear? Shirt and tie, sensible trousers and shoes or full blown sissy crossdresser with satin and silks in a long flowing gown? What would the Pastor advise?" Hey if the Pastor can wear a Liturgical long robe and vestments, why can't I wear my Spring finery?
    From the previous post of "Sunday morning, off out to church, what to wear? Shirt and tie, sensible trousers and shoes or full blown sissy crossdresser with satin and silks in a long flowing gown? What would the Pastor advise?" Hey if the Pastor can wear a Liturgical long robe and vestments, why can't I wear my Spring finery?
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  • Sunday morning, off out to church, what to wear? Shirt and tie, sensible trousers and shoes or full blown sissy crossdresser with satin and silks in a long flowing gown? What would the Pastor advise?
    Sunday morning, off out to church, what to wear? Shirt and tie, sensible trousers and shoes or full blown sissy crossdresser with satin and silks in a long flowing gown? What would the Pastor advise?
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  • At 65, I've spent decades as a transvestite sissy crossdresser, keeping my feminine side tucked away like a guilty secret for most of my life. Skirts, stockings, heels, and lacy things brought me a private thrill and a soft kind of peace, but they also came with shame and isolation. Then volunteering stepped in first in drab male clothes at a local charity shop and quietly cracked the door open to something more. Over time, the idea of exploring crossdressing while volunteering became a gentle, thrilling possibility that blended my two worlds: giving back to the community while letting my sissy self breathe a little in public. Crossdressing and volunteering intersect in beautiful, sometimes nerve wracking ways. Many of us in the crossdressing community already love charity shops and thrift stores they're treasure troves for affordable feminine clothes, vintage dresses, silky blouses, and heels that fit just right without breaking the bank. Shopping there "en drab" (in male presentation) is common and relatively low-pressure; staff rarely bat an eye at a man browsing the women's section, especially if you're polite and purposeful. But taking the next step volunteering while presenting as your feminine self feels like leveling up. It turns the shop into a stage where you can practice being seen, contribute meaningfully, and feel the quiet joy of service wrapped in the fabric that makes you feel most alive. Sorting donations, steaming garments, arranging displays tasks that already feel creative and domestic become even more satisfying when you're doing them in a skirt or blouse that matches the very items on the rails. There's a special little rush when you handle a pretty dress that might have been perfect for your own collection, knowing it's going to help someone else while you get to embody your softer side in a purposeful setting. For many of us older sissies, volunteering offers a gentle way to ease into public expression without the intensity of a full "night out." Charity shops tend to attract kind, community minded people older volunteers, mums, young folks gaining experience, and all sorts in between. The environment is often forgiving and focused on the work rather than on you. Conversations flow naturally over pricing or styling, and you can let your feminine mannerisms show a bit more without forcing anything. It builds confidence the same way my early drab shifts did: through small interactions, teamwork, and the satisfaction of helping keep good clothes out of landfill while raising funds for worthy causes. Of course, it's not without its layers. Some days you might worry about being read, or about awkward questions, or simply about whether the team will accept you. Experiences vary some places are wonderfully inclusive, especially those with ties to causes or progressive areas, while others might feel more traditional. Starting small helps: perhaps a short shift, a subtle feminine touch, nail polish, a unisex but feminine top, or even volunteering at events or organizations where crossdressing is more normalized. I've heard of crossdressers volunteering at community fundraisers, helping at pride related drives, or even assisting in thrift based events where dressing up adds to the fun and visibility. The mental health side is profound. Volunteering already combats loneliness, builds purpose, teaches skills, and creates real connections benefits that feel amplified when you're expressing your authentic self. For a sissy crossdresser like me, it bridges the gap between private indulgence and public living. That hidden part of me stops feeling like a shameful secret and starts feeling like a valid contribution to the world. The social aspect eases isolation in a way therapy alone never quite could; you're valued for your helpfulness, your eye for display, your patience with customers. And yes, there's that extra layer of thrill spotting a gorgeous bargain while wearing something pretty yourself, or feeling the swish of a skirt as you move between racks. Looking back, exploring crossdressing in volunteering has been one of the most rewarding paths for many of us. It doesn't demand you "come out" dramatically; it lets you integrate gradually, at your own pace. Some stay fully en femme for shifts and find warm acceptance. Others mix presentations or keep it subtle. Either way, it fosters growth: more confidence, better social skills, a deeper sense of purpose, and often a surprising amount of quiet support from people who simply see a kind volunteer doing good work. If you're a fellow crossdresser reading this whether you're 25 or 75 consider it. Start by shopping at charity shops to build familiarity, then explore volunteering opportunities. Talk to managers openly if it feels right; many are pragmatic and welcoming when you frame it as wanting to contribute.
    At 65, I've spent decades as a transvestite sissy crossdresser, keeping my feminine side tucked away like a guilty secret for most of my life. Skirts, stockings, heels, and lacy things brought me a private thrill and a soft kind of peace, but they also came with shame and isolation. Then volunteering stepped in first in drab male clothes at a local charity shop and quietly cracked the door open to something more. Over time, the idea of exploring crossdressing while volunteering became a gentle, thrilling possibility that blended my two worlds: giving back to the community while letting my sissy self breathe a little in public. Crossdressing and volunteering intersect in beautiful, sometimes nerve wracking ways. Many of us in the crossdressing community already love charity shops and thrift stores they're treasure troves for affordable feminine clothes, vintage dresses, silky blouses, and heels that fit just right without breaking the bank. Shopping there "en drab" (in male presentation) is common and relatively low-pressure; staff rarely bat an eye at a man browsing the women's section, especially if you're polite and purposeful. But taking the next step volunteering while presenting as your feminine self feels like leveling up. It turns the shop into a stage where you can practice being seen, contribute meaningfully, and feel the quiet joy of service wrapped in the fabric that makes you feel most alive. Sorting donations, steaming garments, arranging displays tasks that already feel creative and domestic become even more satisfying when you're doing them in a skirt or blouse that matches the very items on the rails. There's a special little rush when you handle a pretty dress that might have been perfect for your own collection, knowing it's going to help someone else while you get to embody your softer side in a purposeful setting. For many of us older sissies, volunteering offers a gentle way to ease into public expression without the intensity of a full "night out." Charity shops tend to attract kind, community minded people older volunteers, mums, young folks gaining experience, and all sorts in between. The environment is often forgiving and focused on the work rather than on you. Conversations flow naturally over pricing or styling, and you can let your feminine mannerisms show a bit more without forcing anything. It builds confidence the same way my early drab shifts did: through small interactions, teamwork, and the satisfaction of helping keep good clothes out of landfill while raising funds for worthy causes. Of course, it's not without its layers. Some days you might worry about being read, or about awkward questions, or simply about whether the team will accept you. Experiences vary some places are wonderfully inclusive, especially those with ties to causes or progressive areas, while others might feel more traditional. Starting small helps: perhaps a short shift, a subtle feminine touch, nail polish, a unisex but feminine top, or even volunteering at events or organizations where crossdressing is more normalized. I've heard of crossdressers volunteering at community fundraisers, helping at pride related drives, or even assisting in thrift based events where dressing up adds to the fun and visibility. The mental health side is profound. Volunteering already combats loneliness, builds purpose, teaches skills, and creates real connections benefits that feel amplified when you're expressing your authentic self. For a sissy crossdresser like me, it bridges the gap between private indulgence and public living. That hidden part of me stops feeling like a shameful secret and starts feeling like a valid contribution to the world. The social aspect eases isolation in a way therapy alone never quite could; you're valued for your helpfulness, your eye for display, your patience with customers. And yes, there's that extra layer of thrill spotting a gorgeous bargain while wearing something pretty yourself, or feeling the swish of a skirt as you move between racks. Looking back, exploring crossdressing in volunteering has been one of the most rewarding paths for many of us. It doesn't demand you "come out" dramatically; it lets you integrate gradually, at your own pace. Some stay fully en femme for shifts and find warm acceptance. Others mix presentations or keep it subtle. Either way, it fosters growth: more confidence, better social skills, a deeper sense of purpose, and often a surprising amount of quiet support from people who simply see a kind volunteer doing good work. If you're a fellow crossdresser reading this whether you're 25 or 75 consider it. Start by shopping at charity shops to build familiarity, then explore volunteering opportunities. Talk to managers openly if it feels right; many are pragmatic and welcoming when you frame it as wanting to contribute.
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  • Tight satin Skirt and blue flower blouse, all ready for the office
    Tight satin Skirt and blue flower blouse, all ready for the office
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  • Old Pics of me in Flower blouse and Red Pencil Skirt sometimes
    Old Pics of me in Flower blouse and Red Pencil Skirt sometimes 😀
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  • Cute little flower dress
    Cute little flower dress
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  • Afternoon everyone hope you are all well
    Feeling summery today in one of my summer dresses and flower clips
    Afternoon everyone hope you are all well Feeling summery today in one of my summer dresses and flower clips
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  • I like flower blouse and black leather skirt! Simply enjoy!
    I like flower blouse and black leather skirt! Simply enjoy! 😘💕
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  • Afternoon everyone picked up this tshirt dress yesterday it was a had to have because its baby pink and goes perfectly with my new flower clips
    Afternoon everyone picked up this tshirt dress yesterday it was a had to have because its baby pink and goes perfectly with my new flower clips 😍🥰😊
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  • I am devastated
    Old and quite kind man fall in love with my images.
    All Ladies tricks did not work
    Photos and verses were stronger than Stright No
    below...
    It looks like Kate get into troubles of her role...
    Hope not more girly problems...

    A Sleep ...

    My gates are closed.
    Garden sleeps
    In quiety of night
    So many failed
    Open gate...
    Why do you
    Wish to try?
    I might agree
    Might open
    Door
    Might even
    Talk time through...
    It is excuse
    To say upon
    I never love,
    Love true...
    Do you so wish
    Me lie and try?
    You wish me
    Get undressed?
    Is it the only reason
    Why
    You are
    My Garden Guest?
    No...?
    you just wanted see
    The plants?
    Cornflowers in night...?
    Strange wish my visitor
    Alas
    They are shadows of my past...

    I wish
    I'll fall in Love one day
    And open
    To my dreams...
    But I have lost
    My wish
    To try
    Be Loved
    Be shy
    Be pleased ...

    Don't try
    To change my mind
    My  Guest
    With hope of
    Next time...
    How could
    I be ...,
    Ohh well,
    "Princess..."
    All after
    I have passed?
    Forgive me
    Shyness
    Please, excuse
    That I am
    Saying straight
    My Lotus
    Sleep,
    Forever
    Sleep,
    Not opens
    In the night...
    Please do not
    Hope
    "I Love You..."
    Might anything
    To change...
    I just was touched
    By orange trace
    Of lips
    On photograph...
    I happy freindly
    Chat sometimes
    And write
    You verses though...
    But promise
    Never
    Never
    Touch
    My Hair
    Just at all?
    I am alone
    Most life
    Too late
    To try to change
    Yes I am old
    I am doing
    Fine
    My voice?
    What could it change...?

    I could not be
    too close fast
    I wish
    You stay unhurt...
    But thank you
    For you sending
    Heart....
    In hands
    That opens night...

    Please let me
    Be shy girl
    Away
    My voice
    Is just
    My words...
    My life
    Is different
    And may too frighten
    You a lot....

    Am I too strange?
    Sentimental?
    No
    I don't trust in Love...
    It brought
    Too much
    Into my life....
    Unwanted
    From above...


    Nothing helps
    He is really abusive

    I just hate to play with men
    I am devastated Old and quite kind man fall in love with my images. All Ladies tricks did not work Photos and verses were stronger than Stright No below... It looks like Kate get into troubles of her role... Hope not more girly problems... A Sleep ... My gates are closed. Garden sleeps In quiety of night So many failed Open gate... Why do you Wish to try? I might agree Might open Door Might even Talk time through... It is excuse To say upon I never love, Love true... Do you so wish Me lie and try? You wish me Get undressed? Is it the only reason Why You are My Garden Guest? No...? you just wanted see The plants? Cornflowers in night...? Strange wish my visitor Alas They are shadows of my past... I wish I'll fall in Love one day And open To my dreams... But I have lost My wish To try Be Loved Be shy Be pleased ... Don't try To change my mind My  Guest With hope of Next time... How could I be ..., Ohh well, "Princess..." All after I have passed? Forgive me Shyness Please, excuse That I am Saying straight My Lotus Sleep, Forever Sleep, Not opens In the night... Please do not Hope "I Love You..." Might anything To change... I just was touched By orange trace Of lips On photograph... I happy freindly Chat sometimes And write You verses though... But promise Never Never Touch My Hair Just at all? I am alone Most life Too late To try to change Yes I am old I am doing Fine My voice? What could it change...? I could not be too close fast I wish You stay unhurt... But thank you For you sending Heart.... In hands That opens night... Please let me Be shy girl Away My voice Is just My words... My life Is different And may too frighten You a lot.... Am I too strange? Sentimental? No I don't trust in Love... It brought Too much Into my life.... Unwanted From above... Nothing helps He is really abusive I just hate to play with men
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  • My flower petticoat x and seamed stockings and suspenders xx
    #petticoat #seamedstockings #suspenders #laceskirt
    My flower 🌺 petticoat x and seamed stockings and suspenders x🌹x #petticoat #seamedstockings #suspenders #laceskirt
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  • Just a little dress up in my skirt and flower petticoat x
    #skirt #flowerpetticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels
    Just a little dress up in my skirt and flower petticoat x 🤭 #skirt #flowerpetticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels
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  • I never thought a simple late-night scroll on Temu would change how I saw myself in the mirror.

    My hands were shaking a little when I clicked "Buy Now" on that dress. The listing was a chaotic poem of keywords: Black Satin Fairy Vintage Sweet Dress Mesh Long Lace... Hollow Out Puff Sleeve Floral... Off Shoulder Fairy Princess Long Satin Mesh Gothic Lady Ruffle. It was everything at once — sweet, dark, romantic, dramatic — and somehow it felt like it had been waiting for me.

    I'm sixty-four. Short. Heavy. The kind of body the world politely looks past. For most of my life I kept the part of me that loved beautiful, flowing things locked away in a mental attic. But the older I get, the less patience I have for hiding.

    The package arrived on a grey Tuesday afternoon. I signed for it quickly, heart thumping like a teenager sneaking something forbidden. I carried the brown box upstairs like it contained state secrets, locked the bedroom door, and tore into it.

    Inside lay folds of deep black satin that caught the lamplight like liquid night. Delicate mesh panels shimmered with tiny floral embroidery. The puff sleeves were ridiculously romantic — exaggerated, dreamy, almost cartoonishly glamorous. Lace spilled from every edge. The off-shoulder neckline promised to bare collarbones I usually keep hidden under sensible jumpers.

    I stripped down, stood in front of the full-length mirror in just my underwear, and stepped into the dress.

    The satin whispered against my legs as I pulled it up. It was surprisingly forgiving — stretchy in the right places, structured in others. I wriggled my arms through those massive puff sleeves; they ballooned around my upper arms like dark fairy wings. I tugged the bodice into place, smoothed the ruffled layers over my stomach, and finally reached back to zip it (with some creative contortions and a coat hanger as backup).

    Then I looked up.

    And I stopped breathing for a second.

    The woman — no, the creature — staring back wasn't sixty-four. She wasn't short and soft and ordinary. She was a midnight fairy queen who had wandered out of some gothic storybook and decided to be indulgent today. The black satin hugged and draped in ways that turned every curve into intention. The hollow-out lace panels teased just enough skin to feel dangerous. Those enormous puff sleeves framed me like I belonged on a velvet throne instead of a suburban bedroom carpet.

    I turned sideways. The long skirt flared dramatically, the mesh overlay catching light like spiderwebs covered in frost. I twirled — actually twirled — and watched the layers float outward in perfect slow motion, the ruffles whispering secrets to each other.

    For once, the mirror wasn't my enemy. It was showing me something true.

    I hadn't planned to go anywhere. But suddenly I needed to feel this outside these four walls.

    I threw on a long black coat (practicality dies hard), slipped my feet into the only pair of low heels I own that almost match, draped a soft scarf over my wig to hide the fact I hadn't styled it yet, and stepped out into the January dusk.

    The cold air hit my bare shoulders like a slap and a caress at the same time. I walked to the end of the street and back — only fifteen minutes — but every step felt like gliding. The satin moved against my thighs. The sleeves swayed. A neighbour's security light caught me as I passed; for a heartbeat I was illuminated, black lace and floral shadows glowing against the night.

    No one stopped me. No one shouted. A dog walker nodded politely like I was simply another eccentric on an evening stroll.

    When I got home, I locked the door, dropped the coat on the floor, and stood in front of the mirror again — this time under brighter light, no scarf, no hiding.

    Here’s the thing about that dress: it doesn’t care that I’m sixty-four, or that I carry extra weight, or that my hands are rough from decades of practical work. It simply drapes itself over me and says, You are allowed to be this glamorous. You are allowed to be this much.

    I smiled at my reflection — a real smile, not the careful half-one I usually wear.

    Then I whispered to the woman in the mirror, the one who finally looked like she belonged in a fairy tale:

    "Thank you for coming out to play, love. We’re keeping the dress."
    I never thought a simple late-night scroll on Temu would change how I saw myself in the mirror. My hands were shaking a little when I clicked "Buy Now" on that dress. The listing was a chaotic poem of keywords: Black Satin Fairy Vintage Sweet Dress Mesh Long Lace... Hollow Out Puff Sleeve Floral... Off Shoulder Fairy Princess Long Satin Mesh Gothic Lady Ruffle. It was everything at once — sweet, dark, romantic, dramatic — and somehow it felt like it had been waiting for me. I'm sixty-four. Short. Heavy. The kind of body the world politely looks past. For most of my life I kept the part of me that loved beautiful, flowing things locked away in a mental attic. But the older I get, the less patience I have for hiding. The package arrived on a grey Tuesday afternoon. I signed for it quickly, heart thumping like a teenager sneaking something forbidden. I carried the brown box upstairs like it contained state secrets, locked the bedroom door, and tore into it. Inside lay folds of deep black satin that caught the lamplight like liquid night. Delicate mesh panels shimmered with tiny floral embroidery. The puff sleeves were ridiculously romantic — exaggerated, dreamy, almost cartoonishly glamorous. Lace spilled from every edge. The off-shoulder neckline promised to bare collarbones I usually keep hidden under sensible jumpers. I stripped down, stood in front of the full-length mirror in just my underwear, and stepped into the dress. The satin whispered against my legs as I pulled it up. It was surprisingly forgiving — stretchy in the right places, structured in others. I wriggled my arms through those massive puff sleeves; they ballooned around my upper arms like dark fairy wings. I tugged the bodice into place, smoothed the ruffled layers over my stomach, and finally reached back to zip it (with some creative contortions and a coat hanger as backup). Then I looked up. And I stopped breathing for a second. The woman — no, the creature — staring back wasn't sixty-four. She wasn't short and soft and ordinary. She was a midnight fairy queen who had wandered out of some gothic storybook and decided to be indulgent today. The black satin hugged and draped in ways that turned every curve into intention. The hollow-out lace panels teased just enough skin to feel dangerous. Those enormous puff sleeves framed me like I belonged on a velvet throne instead of a suburban bedroom carpet. I turned sideways. The long skirt flared dramatically, the mesh overlay catching light like spiderwebs covered in frost. I twirled — actually twirled — and watched the layers float outward in perfect slow motion, the ruffles whispering secrets to each other. For once, the mirror wasn't my enemy. It was showing me something true. I hadn't planned to go anywhere. But suddenly I needed to feel this outside these four walls. I threw on a long black coat (practicality dies hard), slipped my feet into the only pair of low heels I own that almost match, draped a soft scarf over my wig to hide the fact I hadn't styled it yet, and stepped out into the January dusk. The cold air hit my bare shoulders like a slap and a caress at the same time. I walked to the end of the street and back — only fifteen minutes — but every step felt like gliding. The satin moved against my thighs. The sleeves swayed. A neighbour's security light caught me as I passed; for a heartbeat I was illuminated, black lace and floral shadows glowing against the night. No one stopped me. No one shouted. A dog walker nodded politely like I was simply another eccentric on an evening stroll. When I got home, I locked the door, dropped the coat on the floor, and stood in front of the mirror again — this time under brighter light, no scarf, no hiding. Here’s the thing about that dress: it doesn’t care that I’m sixty-four, or that I carry extra weight, or that my hands are rough from decades of practical work. It simply drapes itself over me and says, You are allowed to be this glamorous. You are allowed to be this much. I smiled at my reflection — a real smile, not the careful half-one I usually wear. Then I whispered to the woman in the mirror, the one who finally looked like she belonged in a fairy tale: "Thank you for coming out to play, love. We’re keeping the dress."
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  • I'm scrolling while strolling down memory lanes in my deep dark lightening path I've chosen. I am visiting and viewing all your profiles. I am in awe. Humbled and almost weeping the fact I lost so many years to myself. Because of fear addictions I did NOT ask for. It's like @Adele sings....I was just a child. Didn't get the chance to choose. I've known since i was born i was different. Always the wise ass the funny one. Performer of claps that grew and grow to this day. If i told you who i was in my days and nights you would either laugh cry or just stare in amazement. I have wrestled and fought this reslity since i was was 4. I never knew the acceptance, love and satisfying self worth i alwsys held to close, to quiet, to damn fuckin quiet. I Am Me. You are you. I am grateful, humbled, amazed. Blown awsy. Pun intended. If ive mad you smile laugh identify or weep im #GLAD I AM SO OVERWHELMED AND EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU NADE MY FUCKIN YEAR. 2026 IM UNSTOPPABLE. THANK YOU ALL. to every beginner novice medium and #******** i tip my #MichaelJackson Velvet hat. I grab my crotch and i saw. It dont matter if yojr #BlackOrWhite it just does NOT matter. Not then. Not now and not tomorrow. #Sisterhood #Light #Flow #Freedom and #EvenNow #BarryManilow even now. Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo sincerely yours SisterSinDy
    I'm scrolling while strolling down memory lanes in my deep dark lightening path I've chosen. I am visiting and viewing all your profiles. I am in awe. Humbled and almost weeping the fact I lost so many years to myself. Because of fear addictions I did NOT ask for. It's like @Adele sings....I was just a child. Didn't get the chance to choose. I've known since i was born i was different. Always the wise ass the funny one. Performer of claps that grew and grow to this day. If i told you who i was in my days and nights you would either laugh cry or just stare in amazement. I have wrestled and fought this reslity since i was was 4. I never knew the acceptance, love and satisfying self worth i alwsys held to close, to quiet, to damn fuckin quiet. I Am Me. You are you. I am grateful, humbled, amazed. Blown awsy. Pun intended. If ive mad you smile laugh identify or weep im #GLAD I AM SO OVERWHELMED AND EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU NADE MY FUCKIN YEAR. 2026 IM UNSTOPPABLE. THANK YOU ALL. to every beginner novice medium and #Mistress i tip my #MichaelJackson Velvet hat. I grab my crotch and i saw. It dont matter if yojr #BlackOrWhite it just does NOT matter. Not then. Not now and not tomorrow. #Sisterhood #Light #Flow #Freedom and #EvenNow #BarryManilow even now. Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo sincerely yours SisterSinDy
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  • I met a really wonderful man last night We met at one of my favorite places in San Diego’s Hillcrest neighborhood—Baja Betty’s. It’s a spot I go to often and one of the few places where I feel completely safe being my true self as a trans woman, where I can relax, let my hair down, and just be me.

    We started talking and somehow time just disappeared. The conversation flowed so easily, and we kept discovering how much we had in common. He’s older than me—I’m 47 and he’s 76—and honestly, it feels kind of perfect. I don’t have “daddy issues,” but I am very drawn to older men. I love the calm confidence, the grounded, paternal energy, and the way they make me feel cared for and protected.

    What makes it even more special is how beautifully complementary we are. In public, he’s very masculine—confident, composed, and steady. In private, he’s a crossdresser, which he shared with openness and trust. That balance, that shared understanding of gender expression and vulnerability, made me feel seen in a way that’s rare.

    I’m trying not to get ahead of myself—we did just meet—but there was definitely a spark A sense of comfort, attraction, and mutual understanding that felt natural and exciting. We just fit. I’m really hoping this sweet beginning turns into something meaningful.

    http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/

    #sissy #sissyboy #sissies #sissyboys #sissygirl #sissygirls #femboy #femboys #femman #gurl #crossdresser #crossdressers #crossdressing #tgirl #shemale #shemalechrissy #sissychrissyinsandiego #chrissyinsd #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transfemale #transgender #lgbt #queer #gay #dancing #twerking #pantyboy #meninpanties #dress #menindresses #gaydate #gayboyfriend #loveislove
    I met a really wonderful man last night 💖 We met at one of my favorite places in San Diego’s Hillcrest neighborhood—Baja Betty’s. It’s a spot I go to often and one of the few places where I feel completely safe being my true self as a trans woman, where I can relax, let my hair down, and just be me. We started talking and somehow time just disappeared. The conversation flowed so easily, and we kept discovering how much we had in common. He’s older than me—I’m 47 and he’s 76—and honestly, it feels kind of perfect. I don’t have “daddy issues,” but I am very drawn to older men. I love the calm confidence, the grounded, paternal energy, and the way they make me feel cared for and protected. What makes it even more special is how beautifully complementary we are. In public, he’s very masculine—confident, composed, and steady. In private, he’s a crossdresser, which he shared with openness and trust. That balance, that shared understanding of gender expression and vulnerability, made me feel seen in a way that’s rare. I’m trying not to get ahead of myself—we did just meet—but there was definitely a spark ✨ A sense of comfort, attraction, and mutual understanding that felt natural and exciting. We just fit. I’m really hoping this sweet beginning turns into something meaningful. 💋 http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/ #sissy #sissyboy #sissies #sissyboys #sissygirl #sissygirls #femboy #femboys #femman #gurl #crossdresser #crossdressers #crossdressing #tgirl #shemale #shemalechrissy #sissychrissyinsandiego #chrissyinsd #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transfemale #transgender #lgbt #queer #gay #dancing #twerking #pantyboy #meninpanties #dress #menindresses #gaydate #gayboyfriend #loveislove
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  • Flower Pot

    I asked the girl
    To get a pot
    And cut my penis stright
    I told that
    I do not want
    To be with it
    Nor ever longer might...

    It is not mine
    I whisperd her
    It is for you
    To love
    Please cut and set
    It in the pot
    And wee it
    Hold in glove...
    It would be grateful to you
    Enjoying stay in pot
    And if you kiss it with all love
    It blossoms big and strong
    And juice of lust
    You will collect
    For early morning drink
    My friend please take my honest gift.
    Enjoy it
    Make Kate lives
    ...

    She did not want
    I get just free...
    She could not see
    Me girl...
    I cried
    I begged
    She just left me
    With horror
    And that s all.
    I found older
    Doctor
    Friend
    She listened,
    Understood...
    She gave me
    Pill of estrogen
    And asked to wait in mood...
    And even earlier
    My breast
    Was calling
    With all might,
    Was getting shape
    And asked for kiss
    That girls did also mind

    I will be girl
    The breasts will form
    no penis in the pot...
    So strange
    She feared to help
    To free my pain
    A lot
    I feel so sad
    I never got
    Why she declined to help
    I wished she had itin her pot
    Forget
    Forget
    Forget Me not...
    ...

    She cried
    I am afraid
    The blood would never
    Stop
    If I just cut..

    Please be a girl
    Hide under dress
    What ever have
    Leave me to rest..
    Flower Pot I asked the girl To get a pot And cut my penis stright I told that I do not want To be with it Nor ever longer might... It is not mine I whisperd her It is for you To love Please cut and set It in the pot And wee it Hold in glove... It would be grateful to you Enjoying stay in pot And if you kiss it with all love It blossoms big and strong And juice of lust You will collect For early morning drink My friend please take my honest gift. Enjoy it Make Kate lives ... She did not want I get just free... She could not see Me girl... I cried I begged She just left me With horror And that s all. I found older Doctor Friend She listened, Understood... She gave me Pill of estrogen And asked to wait in mood... And even earlier My breast Was calling With all might, Was getting shape And asked for kiss That girls did also mind I will be girl The breasts will form no penis in the pot... So strange She feared to help To free my pain A lot I feel so sad I never got Why she declined to help I wished she had itin her pot Forget Forget Forget Me not... ... She cried I am afraid The blood would never Stop If I just cut.. Please be a girl Hide under dress What ever have Leave me to rest..
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  • Will post more of my FL photos soon, but have this wonderful photo to share. A dream of mine - in a field of flowers- breathing the fresh air and showing off my feminine body - yes this really is me.
    Will post more of my FL photos soon, but have this wonderful photo to share. A dream of mine - in a field of flowers- breathing the fresh air and showing off my feminine body - yes this really is me. 🥰
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  • When I do x dress I actually forget who I am & to be honest I find it quite rewarding I love the comforting feel & satisfaction & the warm sexual energy flowing through me
    When I do x dress 👗 I actually forget who I am & to be honest I find it quite rewarding 😘 I love 🥰 the comforting feel & satisfaction & the warm sexual energy flowing through me ❤️
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  • I absolutely love this silhouette flower design bra from honey love has a little bit of weight to it when hold but once you put it on its so comfortable it feels like nothing is there super stretchy and soft and it leaves no marks on your skin which is the best part of it
    I absolutely love this silhouette flower design bra from honey love has a little bit of weight to it when hold but once you put it on its so comfortable it feels like nothing is there super stretchy and soft and it leaves no marks on your skin which is the best part of it
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  • Getting ready for my next trip to Florida. Putting on a special dress in Lavander. My favorite color. AI flower background. Hope for warmth and beautiful flowers as i head down South
    Getting ready for my next trip to Florida. Putting on a special dress in Lavander. My favorite color. AI flower background. Hope for warmth and beautiful flowers as i head down South🥰
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  • M pose. Its a shame about the flower...
    M pose. Its a shame about the flower...
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  • The wife threw these soiled knickers out today & I was quick to salvage them! I must admit I prefer the colourful flowery frilly knickers than the plain ones! But hey each to their own. you can imagine the amount of sniffing I’ve been doing he he ! I’m getting high! lol
    The wife threw these soiled knickers out today & I was quick to salvage them! I must admit I prefer the colourful flowery frilly knickers than the plain ones! But hey each to their own. ❤️ you can imagine the amount of sniffing I’ve been doing he he ! I’m getting high! lol 😂 💋
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