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

My goals for 2026 are to give my Cat side more freedom, find love and not care who knows about it all.

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

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

It’s sexual freedom 😘

Today I’m annoyed 😡 ( mostly at the news about this crap world/ society we live in! ) Democracy & freedom is on its way out!

I guess overall I’m anti woke, bureaucratic bull shit, big brother surveillance etc. If I’m told to do one thing in a demeaning manner I do the absolute opposite, just to annoy the shit out of people. I love my sexual life as a x dresser & love the attention it attracts. After all we’re all human & not all the same ( viv la difference) but let’s try keep our freedom ( what little is left). There are other sites that ( at present at least ) still allow you to post the pics you want! Or at least in the comments section! Power to the people ( or at least to us gURLs) xx 💋 love you all! Now I want to be fucked & suck cok! Not necessarily in that order! lol 😜 xx ❤️

This site used to be very strict about content I am liking there is more freedom in posting, I posted this snap before and was not allowed to share it. I like this site now and am enjoying seeing you all in full sexy mode 🥰😻

Went for my evening walk, 2.5miles (didnt intend it to be that but was fed up of usual ways. Wore one of the new bras and the backstrap could do with coming in one notch. The advantage though is that the girls have a bit more freedom and bounce 😮. So they were jiggling quite nicely. Plus being in my grey pencil skirt the ass wiggles more so jiggling all round. Plenty of looks from the drivers 😛.

Giving the falsies a bit of freedom

Feminity is freedom

Right here goes..... My story... I'm 52, and have just recently admitted to myself and my family, that I am a crossdresser. I guess I knew what I was, when I was in my early twenties, however due to generational stigma, and my own insecurities, I convinced myself it was only a sexual fetish. Fast forward 30yrs, and a misunderstood (entirely on my part) comment from my gf, left me frustrated. So as men generally do I resorted to porn... So there I was one day, scrolling through this porn site, and there they were... Men dressed in women's clothes, looking so confident and comfortable, I was immediately transfixed. Now don't get wrong, I am 100% hetrosexual, and I was in no way sexually arroused by them, but my mind was on fire, it felt like I'd found a piece of myself, I didn't even know was missing. A couple of days later, after much urmming and aching, I order myself some lingerie online (as you do), and eagerly awaited delivery. When they came, I tried them on, and wore them to bed (gf was none too happy when she realised, I can tell you), I thought I'd feel shame, guilt, or even try and joke my way out of it. But I didn't feel any negative emotions, at all. In fact I felt comfortable, confident, and unequivocally unashamed of the fact that I was laid there, in bed, wearing a pair of lace boyshorts, a bralet and suspenders, and nothing else. I think my style (at least for now until I get more comfortable/confident, will be goth, as it is quite androgynous, and will allow me more freedom to explore. So any advice/tips, would be greatfully received. I look forward to hearing from you all.... Apologies for the essay, just thought I'd lay it all out there, so there's no crossed wires in future conversations🤣🤣🤣

The happiness of being a man who wears women's clothing is a celebration of freedom of expression and authenticity. By embracing borderless fashion, you allow yourself to explore new identities and styles that reflect who you really are. Fashion is an art form and every piece you choose is a statement of confidence and individuality. Dress to feel good and show the world that true happiness lies in being true to yourself.

Shelia's story Jon was a young boy living in a small town, always amazed by the world around him. But there was one thing that truly captured his attention, Shelia. She was a woman like no other, with her long black hair, ruby red lips, and alluring black seamed stockings. Every day, like clockwork, she would walk by Jon's house on her way home from work. And every day, Jon would wait for her on the kerbside, eagerly anticipating her arrival. Shelia was a mystery to Jon. He would watch her with fascination, as she strutted by in her shiny black high heels, seamed stockings and a luxurious black fur coat. She seemed to exude confidence and elegance, and Jon couldn't help but be drawn to her. He would listen intently as her heels clicked against the pavement, creating a symphony that only he could hear. As the years passed, Jon grew older, but his fascination with Shelia remained. He would still wait for her on the kerbside, and as she passed by, he couldn't help but imagine himself in her shoes. Literally. He was mesmerized by the way she dressed and carried herself, and he couldn't shake the desire to dress up just like her. So, one day, Jon decided to take the leap. He raided his mother's closet and found a pair of black stockings and high heels. He slipped them on, feeling a rush of excitement and freedom. And just like that, Jon transformed into Joanne, a crossdresser. At first, Joanne was afraid of what people would think. But as she walked the streets in Shelia's signature black outfit, she felt a newfound confidence and power. She no longer felt confined by societal norms and expectations. Instead, she embraced her true self. As time went on, Joanne's style evolved, incorporating elements of fantasy and imagination. She would wear colourful wigs, extravagant dresses, and even fairy wings. And with each passing day, she became more and more comfortable in her own skin. Jon never could have imagined that his fascination with Shelia would lead him down this path. But in the end, it was his love for her that allowed him to embrace his true identity and live life on his own terms. And as Joanne, she was free to be whoever she wanted to be, without any limitations or judgments.

John had always been a conservative man, but deep down he had always been drawn to women's lingerie. He would secretly try on his wife's silky panties and lace bras whenever she was away. One day, his wife returned home early and caught him red-handed in her lingerie. Shocked and angry, she decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. She made him strip down to his underwear and bent him over her knee, spanking him with her hand and a wooden paddle. As he squirmed and whimpered in embarrassment, his wife scolded him for his deceit. But amidst the punishment, John couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and freedom. From that day on, he no longer hid his love for women's lingerie, and their marriage became even stronger as they embraced each other's quirks.

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 cock 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 fuck 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.

I’m absolutely thrilled to be joining Crossdressers network and to become a part of this amazing community! As someone who values inclusivity, diversity, and the freedom to express oneself, I’ve been looking forward to connecting with others who share these same passions. I’m eager to learn from all of you, share experiences, and offer my support wherever I can. It’s inspiring to see a space where people can truly be themselves, and I’m excited to contribute to the positive and welcoming environment here. Looking forward to getting to know you all and being part of this wonderful journey together! Hugs…

In this realm of freedom's sweet embrace, Where self-expression knows no bounds or space, A place where nudists roam without a care, Why not a haven for those who dare To dress up and be who they truly are, A crossdressing camp, a shining star. Imagine the joy, the freedom to be, In a world where all can truly see The beauty in diversity, the power in expression, A camp for crossdressers, a place of pure connection. Let's come together, hand in hand, To create a space so grand, Where all can stand proud and tall, In skirts and heels, we'll have a ball. So who's with me in this dream so bold, To create a world where all are told That they are perfect as they are, In our crossdressing camp, we'll raise the bar. Let's manifest this dream, let's make it real, A place where all can truly feel Accepted, loved, and free to be, In our crossdressing camp, we'll all be free. By Victoria Grail. CD BI Sissy xxx

In this realm of freedom's sweet embrace, Where self-expression knows no bounds or space, A place where nudists roam without a care, Why not a haven for those who dare To dress up and be who they truly are, A crossdressing camp, a shining star. Imagine the joy, the freedom to be, In a world where all can truly see The beauty in diversity, the power in expression, A camp for crossdressers, a place of pure connection. Let's come together, hand in hand, To create a space so grand, Where all can stand proud and tall, In skirts and heels, we'll have a ball. So who's with me in this dream so bold, To create a world where all are told That they are perfect as they are, In our crossdressing camp, we'll raise the bar. Let's manifest this dream, let's make it real, A place where all can truly feel Accepted, loved, and free to be, In our crossdressing camp, we'll all be free. By Victoria Grail. CD BI Sissy xxx