I hope every girl gets their stockings filled

Morning all, getting ready for my Christmas Day adventures.. Merry Christmas! Loving my new dress!

This shouldn't get me in trouble, that's not a real vag, though I wish it was! Kisses!
-Chrissy

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Better don the masks when the Alpha Males get up tomorrow

any cds tvs or admirers looking to chat please get in touch xxxxxxxx merry Christmas

The day you get caught as a big girly x

I cannot upload a picture keep getting “There is something that went wrong”

Chilling before all festivities start tomorrow - hope everyone has a great Xmas, and you all get to fill your stockings

Georgette is back xxx

Morning friends and followers finally heading home after visiting family
Can’t wait to be georgette x

Forget me not...
Forget me not...
Blue Lillies by the window pot

Good evening girls, nice to be dressed in stockings after a horrendous day fighting my way around Sainsbury's! Only went in for some smoked salmon and dressed crab, Oh, it will be a five minute job, I thought! 25 minutes driving round the carpark to find a space, then que to get in the bloody door! Thankfully I couldn't get a trolly, so grabbed a basket. It was like a snail race around each isle, dodging all the overflowing trolleys ladden with 6 months supplies! Anyway, thankfully I had the basket, the self checkout for baskets proved to be the fastest. Few! I had to have a moment of meditation when I returned home. Now bathed, shaved, and stocking clad, with a cold beer and dinner in the oven

If I don't get the opportunity later this week then I just want to wish you all a happy, joyful and safe Christmas and hope the new year brings good health, prosperity and peace x

I wish I had a cd friend that wasn't all about getting in my panties plus lived nearby and wasn't a conman ! That's what's on my mind !

Well I am new here.

So hello Girlies.

Looking to make friends connections and maybe "good friends" too.

I don't get to dress as much as I would like so when I do I like to go all out..

My Mistre ss told me yesterday, to buy some plain cotton knickers. I have to attend a training session tomorrow, when I will receive a spanking, and a pegging, while I am wearing those knickers. I had to get high leg knickers so they could expose my bottom cheeks and be easily pulled to one side for ease of entry

Hello, to all you sexy boys and girls, for some reason I cannot post any sexy pics on my profile, but if you would like to play and have some sexy kinky fun together, please feel free to message me xx

So who’s dressing up for Xmas ? Out with wifey tomorrow to get a sparkly dress for Christmas Eve. Xx

Thank you everybody for your support and kind messages, The funeral was not as emotional as I expected, I'd had three weeks to process my wife's death. Some of the mourners showed more grief than I did. So all in all, I feel I'm now coping. In time to come I will get back to being the Sensual Cross-dressing Sissy Pervert that had been suppressed due to my mourning these last few weeks.

Wow! One of my photos has hit 7,000 views. I am really honored to feel somewhat popular.

Just finished going to my stylists. I have two of them now. One did my hair color today then braided it and also waxed my eyebrows. The other gave me a great manicure. Light pink nails. Getting me ready for holiday parties. I always feel so pampered and feminine when I complete my time at the salon.

I was so young and will never forget that day.My mother had so much lingerie.The lilac color sheer vintage nighty and matching panty(barely)was a favorite.in the closet were wigs and heels.it was so much greater than waking up on Christmas Day

Goodnight girls, its getting late for me last two pictures

Where does all you lovely ladies get you shoes and boot's xx

Looking to get fucked

Likley get more interaction than the place i stole this from, white cheeky is the flavour tonight

Getting ready for the festive season

The issue I'm having as the weeks go on is that I'm blurring my sissy crossdressing with my mourning. Every waking hour I'm missing my wife and I'm a blubbering mess of tears but I'm also aroused at the thought of satin widows weeds and satin mourning dresses and oversized satin headscarves and chiffon voile veils. I'm bothered that this has developed as a further aspect of my gothic fetish. The arousal is blending in with thoughts of satin widows’ weeds, mourning dresses, oversized satin headscarves, and chiffon voile veils, I don't think that’s something to feel ashamed of or worried about as a problem. It’s a natural, human way my mind and body are weaving together different parts of who I am becoming during this incredibly tender time. Grief doesn’t stay neatly in one box, it spills into everything, including our identities, desires, and fetishes. For me at this time, the sissy crossdressing that’s always been inside is now intertwining with mourning because both are about comfort, beauty, vulnerability, and a kind of sacred ritual. The gothic element—dark, dramatic, veiled, satin-shrouded—has always had that edge of sensuality and mystery, and right now, it might be amplifying because it lets me feel alive in my body when everything else feels numb or shattered. Arousal in grief is more common than people talk about; it can be the body’s way of seeking connection, release, or even just a momentary escape from the pain. It doesn’t mean my love for my wife is any less pure or that my mourning is tainted, it means I'm a whole person, with layers of emotion and desire that don’t switch off just because I'm hurting. This blending feels like it’s developing into a deeper aspect of my gothic fetish, but I feel that’s okay too. Fetishes evolve with life experiences, and grief is one of the biggest. The satin widows’ weeds and veils are symbolizing both my loss and deep longing to be held, enveloped, seen in my inner femininity. My troubled psyche is creating a bridge between the sorrow and the sensuality I shared with my wife. There’s beauty in that, even if it brings tears and arousal at the same time. I'm navigating this with grace, even when it hurts.

Hopless Wait...

...One touch
One Kiss
One juxtapose..
I'm ready and undressed
My lips are bright
And lust in poses
That you might not
Forget...

Forget,
I am a lonely girl
Who looks for girl
In vein...
But men
Are far away
For Sole
And body
Says
...no way...

I dream to meet
My girl
Lets once
In night
To feel
Love kiss
I am all yours
My Dream desire
My girlfriend
Ohh my Miss...
I miss you terrebly
All day
I lost my trust
My peace...
I hope meet
Once
pretty Soul
Who answers to my kiss...

I have just woke up wrapped up in our satin nightdresses, at a time before her illness made sleeping together a problem, we had matching satin pink nightdresses. Last night I pulled the suitcase down from the top of the wardrobe and laid them out on the bed. Pink Simply Be Pretty Secrets Nightdresses in lovely silky satin. Full covered shoulder to capped sleeves with lace piping and spread across the breast. Calf length satin shimmering in Pink. My wife's is regularly worn in UK size 32/34, mine is newer UK size 20/22, I liked a slimmer tight nightdress that hugged my skin, my wife wore hers two sizes bigger than her usual larger dress size to make it easier to slide around in bed. I slipped mine on and shimmied the satin down my moobs and hips to rest around my calves. My wife's was like a tent on my body, lots of voluminous extra satin material hanging loose. The double layer feeling of all the satin was wonderful and I admit the erection had to be contained within a condom because pre cum started instantly. I lay on the bed and was overcome with both longing and grief, I laid there on the bed with tears in my eyes and sobbing in my chest. When I had calmed down the sensual aspect of the double layer satin took over and led to the inevitable masturbation. Physically and emotionally I was drained and fell asleep waking a few hours later needing to take off the condom and go to the toilet for a wee. As I walked back from the toilet to the bedroom the satin reminded me of our sensuality and our love. Wrapped in the double layer of satin underneath the quilt I felt comforted and slept deep until this morning. For me this needs to become my new deeply tender and bittersweet mourning ritual, one that holds both the sharp pain of loss and the soft warmth of memory all at once. Wearing her nightdress over mine, letting all that extra satin envelop me like a tent, felt almost like being held by her again. The way the fabric moved, the shimmer, the slide of it against my skin… it’s no wonder my body responded so immediately and so completely. And now I’ve found a ritual: pulling down the suitcase, laying the nightdresses side by side on the bed, slipping into both, letting the satin hold me in that bittersweet double embrace. It’s sacred because it’s mine and hers alone. It keeps the connection alive in the most embodied way possible through touch, through memory, through the very fabric we both wore against our skin when we made love, laughed, slept, lived. Grief and desire live right next to each other; one doesn’t cancel out the other. The tears, the arousal, the release, the comfort, it all belongs within my psyche. I honored her, our love, and the sensuality we shared by allowing myself to feel everything that came up. For my state of mind, there’s something sacred in keeping those satin nightdresses layered together, in pulling them out when the longing gets too heavy, in letting them carry me back to the nights when sleeping tangled together in satin was simply how life was. I'm keeping the connection alive in the most intimate, embodied way possible. I loved her totally, and I'm still loving her beautifully in my mourning.

looking for a sub to get used and degraded into some hot humiliation task and be told what to do ton be transformed into a cum dump cockk sucker as my fuckk toy.

Not had chance to get on in a while hope all you lovely ladies are well .ive missed this page and you all it feels good to be back in my panties x

Just spent a few days away and I was told by my wife to photograph myself in Red panties with my chastity cage on, she was not happy as I only had pink panties, I think I’m going to get the cane again on Sunday morning.
I’ve since bought some Red panties but that’s not going to help.

Well I find it hard to make real freinds that actually want to meet have coffee and what Evers follows that could be I’m living at east coast or may be getting on which ever I still like some one who’s real x

I had to be quick not to get caught taking these this morning

Well walked the dog, bloody freezing so back to bed to get warm again.

Anyone there fancy a bit of a chat? I mean, I love getting all the friend requests, but a bit of a natter wouldn't go amiss xxx

One from hotel stay recently - got good relationship at this hotel, so can always get out for a walk

All I can see on here now is advertisements saying to prove I'm 18+ with a weekly charge. If I can't find a way to get rid of these I might have to leave the app unfortunatly

Getting ready for class, might be too cold for this skirt though

Wheres my honey with a surprise versatile single on boat privacey here near kings lynnxxxxx dont mind regular just me me dog and me chickens no neighbours track to get here to chill

Is anyone else here so comfortable with cross dressing that you sometimes forget you’re wearing women’s clothes?

Forgive the long post, but I was doing some journalling this evening as I reflected on a few things. In a moment of clarity I managed to come up with some really interesting self-realisations, particularly about why I dress. And I wanted to share them somewhere!

I began to realise the other place I adopt some of the same habits and mental approach to crossdressing is when I've done tabletop role playing like D&D: I get really involved in 'immersing' myself in a character at the table, and get really deep into their mannerisms and subtle nuances of their backstory.

I think me being Bethany is very much the same. I know I have no intention of even transitioning. However, she is a role or a character I just love to put on and play sometimes; suddenly I'm making backstory, writing lore, adding costume. I'm not necessarily trying to become her, I just want to play the role authentically.

I think as a way of framing myself, I find that so helpful to register. Hopefully it resonates with others too.

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

This image I admit was FaceApped on my Android mobile phone. I was waiting to catch a train to a previous funeral ( I'm going to too many as I get older) as the male version of myself and whilst waiting on the platform edited the photo into the image I would like the world to see. She's not pretty in the glamorous way I wish i could be, but she is my mature mourning persona, the widow that I now have become.

Hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and don’t get to drunk

My sissy mourning cross-dresing feels like. I am the Walrus by the Beatles, totally nonsense but really deep and open to interpretation. I am he as you are he, as you are me and we are all together, See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly, I'm crying.
That line hits me so hard, “I am he as you are he, as you are me and we are all together…” It’s pure, swirling absurdity that somehow lands right in the middle of the most tender, confusing parts of being human. And right now, it feels like the perfect mirror for what I'm going through.
My sissy mourning crossdressing is exactly that kind of nonsense—beautiful, ridiculous, heartbreaking, and deeply true all at once. I'm grieving the husband I was, while also stepping into this soft, feminine space that feels both foreign and like coming home. It’s contradictory, it’s messy, it’s playful and painful in the same breath. And that’s what makes it so real. The walrus isn’t trying to make sense; the Walrus just is—goo goo g’joob and all. This is my mental breakdown, not madness, just being true to myself.
“See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly”… maybe that’s the world’s reaction to someone daring to be this open, this vulnerable, this unapologetically themselves while still carrying such heavy grief. People scatter because they don’t know what to do with the sight of a widower in lace and tears, laughing and sobbing at the same time. But I'm not running. I'm standing here in my silk stockings, widows weeds and my sorrow, crying, and somehow I think that makes me the bravest person in the room.
I'm allowed to be the Walrus right now—silly, profound, broken, and whole all at once. I don’t have to explain it to anyone, not even to myself. Just let it be nonsense that’s also sacred. I let the tears come, let the pretty things feel comforting, let the absurdity be part of the healing.

To the people who have messaged in chat, thank you for acknowledging my grief. Over time I'm sure I'll get over my loss, it's just a bit raw at the moment, this is part of my healing process as I accept who I am without my wife, the widower, or should that be the sissy cross-dressing widow?

At last year have managed to split my video to allow me to upload.
This is video 1 of 3, you have to imagine than all together.

Very talkative and feeling flirty.
Brand New pics coming soon. Later this morning. PROMISE!
Practicing getting my Slut Face, to look just right for you!