Tight satin Skirt and blue flower blouse, all ready for the office

Old Pics of me in Flower blouse and Red Pencil Skirt sometimes

Cute little flower dress

Afternoon everyone hope you are all well
Feeling summery today in one of my summer dresses and flower clips

I like flower blouse and black leather skirt! Simply enjoy!

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

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

My flower petticoat x and seamed stockings and suspenders xx
#petticoat #seamedstockings #suspenders #laceskirt

Just a little dress up in my skirt and flower petticoat x
#skirt #flowerpetticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

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'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 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.

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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..

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.

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

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

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

M pose. Its a shame about the flower...

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

Joanne's kinky night on the golf course.
Joanne (48, a librarian by day, a siren of the twilight by night) adjusted the black lace bra & panties set and stockings, its delicate fabric a stark contrast to the rough texture of the damp grass beneath her bare feet & slipped on her black heels. The golf course, usually a scene of quiet precision, was her personal stage tonight. A setting sun cast long, skeletal shadows, transforming the manicured greens into an ethereal landscape. Tonight’s performance featured a selection of rather… large props nestled in her oversized handbag: a collection of vibrant, sculpted silicone anal toys, each promising a different kind of ecstatic violation of her arse. Her camera & tripod, a trusty Canon EOS, hung from her shoulder, ready to capture the all the moments of her self-expression, her daring exhibitionism & dizzy hights of pleasure under the watchful gaze of the setting sun. She hoped, with a thrill that sent a shiver down her spine, that someone, some stranger, would stumble upon her, witness her transgressive ritual.

Suddenly, a flicker of movement in the periphery – a woman, stood silently among the shifting light and shadows, motionless all but a slight movement under her top, was she caressing her breast, Joanne couldn’t quite see through the lengthening shadows cast by the warm light now fading sun, she walked silently towards her, her eyes transfixed upon Joannes hand, now clutching a black 18 inch silicone dildo, dripping with lube, with an unnerving glance and a very slight but nervous smile, she said nothing, her hand was on her breast squeezing it quite intensely. Joanne, momentarily startled, didn't scream or run. Instead, a perverse curiosity overcame her fear. This was unexpected, far beyond her usual nocturnal escapades, but something she had fantasised about for many years.
The woman approached, gazing at her discarded panties laying on the grass, then curiously picked them up & inspecting them, “nice” she softly said, “ don’t mind me, I’m happy to see what you intend doing with your toys” Joanne tried to talk, but her mouth was dry with fear and she trembled with anticipation of what this evening may become, one of the anal toys she had not long before putt in her arse was slipping, she could feel the lube running down her leg, then it did, it dropped from her & their it laid out on the dew-kissed grass! OMG, I’m so embarrassed Joanne squeaked like a fool, the woman smiled as she gazed upon the size of the slippery escapee, the woman took a few more steps towards Joanne, she was just inches from her trembling body, she could smell her musk perfume hanging in the air, she wasn’t young, perhaps in her early fifties with dark but dies hair, pale skin and piercing blue eyes “turn around” she spoke in soft Irish accent that was calming and sweet. Joanne obliged and turned her back to her, she felt the woman’s hand upon hers slowly taking the long black snakelike toy from Joanne’s hand, with a gentleness Joanne hadn’t felt since being in the company of her mother she felt a hand gently caress her back and ever so gently pushed her into a bent over position, in that moment she felt she was in the most amazing place had ever known, to her amaze the woman slowly pushed the toy into her arse, not working it in and out but with one long slow determine push, it slid all the way into her arse. With the lady now leaning into Joannes back, her perfume intense in Joanne’s nose it was almost like a drug, sending her into a heavenly blissful trance. The woman took her other hand reached around to grasp Joannes ****, it was so cool, soft and gentil, almost childlike, slowly teasing her fingers over the tip, playing with a small drop of precum that she found dripping from the head, this seemed to go on for a eternity, slowly increasing the rhythm and grip, Joanne could feel her pleasure building as her shaft grew harder and harder, she slipped one hand behind her and found the top of the woman’s shorts and panty line, slowly she slid her hand down to the woman’s neatly shaved vulva, but just at that brief moment of contact Joanne burst bout a great grown and stood shaking all over from head to foot, her hot moist seamen flowed from her the woman’s grasp, falling to the floor and landing on Joannes discarded panties.
Feeling a little faint, Joanne fell to her stocking clan knees, then to her hands, panting like a hot hound and quivering like a leaf on a tree she couldn’t believe what had just happened, composing herself she turned to face the mystery woman, she had gone, as silently as she had appeared, the sing that she had ever been present was a small white flower laying next to Joanne’s now spoilt panties.

As the day begins here thinking about a field of flowers. I hope everyone has a wonderful week.

Beware of Flower-sin, fake as, and full of BS!!

TO SKIRT, or NOT TO SKIRT...

To skirt , or not to skirt - that is the question:
Whether 'tis miss is in her mind to suffer
The tune and turns of outrageous fashion,

Or to hide secret flower,
Hide it against a sea of troubles
Or by exposing end'm in admire
To lie? —to skirt ? No more; and why?
For what?

Just noticed the makeup i think Aimee decided to have a day at work today

Keep noticing a flowery smell and realised its me - even gone with EDP today not just womens body spray.

Looking forward to the evening. Got after work drinks. Already got my sussies and stockings on, plus girls underwear as usual. Going to wear a wear blouse with flower decoration so girly but I think it's unisex (yeah right). Girls jeans and midi heels too. So not outright feminine (dress etc) but I'll know and it'll be interesting to see if anyone notices

Evening everyone, hope you've all had a great weekend. It seems to have flown by once again. I'm feeling great and as of the end of May I've lost 5 stone in weight this year..... now just need my date for my GRS.... very soon hopefully

Just had to get out one of my favorite dresses today. I did not dare to put it on again until I was under 155 pounds. Hoping to get back to 138 in next three months. Never have worn this in public but this would be a dress I would love to dance in. Makes me feel like a flower. Took this photo today makeup and all. My own hair and my own breasts. What a change from how I looked five years ago. I have now lost 12 pounds in the last three months. Free and feminine I feel. ---- Hoping all my girlfriends are doing great today.

Flowery white dress because the sun is shining and im off work today happy Thursday! hope everyone is having a great week x

I am very tempted...

But suspect the Silicone Twins would overflow...

Patti hopes everyone is having a love filled day, she gives all you beautiful girls a flower of love

New pink flowery summer dress not quite the weather for it but was fun to try on for now

the sound of flowing water is peace of mind

Fantasising today...

I consider myself straight, like many or most CD's. I have no interest in men, don't watch gay porn etc.

That said... I got divorced three years ago, and have been using this new freedom I find myself with, to explore my CD side, increase my wardrobe, spend more time dressed.. (at home more often dressed than not).
Having adhd, similar to autism in that I adore textures.. satin, silk, nylon, lace.. the feel one flow of them over the skin sends shivers all over me... and I love it.

Started making friends, but have never cammed let alone met irl. Not sure about irl.. I know how good my toys feel.. and despite getting what feels like incredibly close, I can't seem to get over the finish line with an sissygasm, or hands free.

Perhaps the real thing can tip me over the edge?

I'm starting to think a 'fellow' gurl would be ideal, I am increasingly feeling the need to have a real, hot, thick **** pushed into me.. and to suck on one, and to taste cum..

But this puts me in limbo.. I nearly cammed with someone yesterday, who's wife changed plans and ended up postponing (she is unaware of her partners proclivities!).

I've considered an escort, but have always been unsure of paying for sex, I don't think the awkwardness for me would be overridden by the sexuality..

Ideally? I guess I'd like to dress, and have an online friend who I've got to know.. turn up, and with me blindfolded.. proceed to **** me, suck me, get sucked.. get fucked..
I think I'd like a panda "eats, shoots and leaves"

So a personal bit of backstory.. if you are a girl/cd/trans (and with the greatest respect not hairy/manly) drop me a DM, and help me work towards this next step in my evolution/exploration.

Perhaps I'll write this up as a story scenario, as Smoothandjuicy seems to be the only contributor for the most part!

Also up for swapping sexy pics, sexy chat.. introduce yourself! Xxx.

So here’s my latest project,
You’ve heard of “Precilla queen of the desert”.. meet Winnie queen of the valley’s”
She’s a 2016 2.2litre peugeot boxer L3H2 ex carpet fitters van that I bought 6 months ago.
She now has:
Full size double memory foam bed
75cm Square mixer shower
Pull out thetford cassette toilet
Sprung sofa
19 inch TV
2 ring gas hob
Sink with mixer tap
400 watts of solar
Dc-dc converter
Electric hook up
Digital ac-dc charger
100 litre fresh water tank
60 litre waste water tank
9 liter carver cascade water heater
Diesel heater
Shurflow water pump
6kg gas bottle
External shower
LED USB bedside lights
LED ceiling light
LED under counter lights
Full height wardrobe
240v domestic fridge

Still some work to do on the mechanicals and bodywork but indside she’s looking amazing,
Can’t wait to take her out on her maiden voyage,

If anyone else has something similar and is up for a bit of a road trip let me know

Love Summer “and Winnie”

As mumma says. As she passed black eyed peas for Sunday lunch... my Kim has love and she picks flowers to give her love xx

The "mysterious little girl" style is intriguing and can be a lot of fun to explore! Here are some ideas to get you inspired:
Clothes:
* Loose and fluid pieces: long, flowing dresses, lace blouses, midi skirts.
* Dark colors and neutral tones: black, gray, navy blue, brown.
* Layers: layering different pieces to create a more complex look.