Hey sweets, I wanted to open up and share something real with you—something raw, honest, and close to the bone. If any of this resonates with you, if you’ve ever felt the same hunger, the same questions, the same ache—I’d love to hear from you. You're not alone. Leave a comment, share your truth. With all my heart (and a few kisses), I’ve hated my dick for as long as I can remember—not just for how it looks or what it symbolizes, but for how it keeps me tethered to a version of myself that never felt real. It’s not that I want to erase my body—I just want it to feel like mine. I want softness. Curves. A place to be entered, to be held, to be loved in a way that matches how I feel inside. I want to be her. And in many ways, I already am. I haven’t transitioned. Maybe I never will. But I live in the space between genders like it’s home. Most people have no idea. They see what I let them see. But under my clothes, I’m wrapped in the truth of who I am—lace panties, a matching bra, delicate straps across my chest, sometimes a garter if I need to feel extra pretty that day. It’s not just for arousal. It’s for survival. And always, always, I wear my prosthetic. My fake pussy. My secret salvation. It’s made of silicone—soft, skinlike, shaped just right. The slit is subtle but perfect. There's a hole you can enter, if you know how to treat me. When I slip it on and feel my cock tucked away, my heart slows. My body goes quiet. I look down and see smoothness, femininity, me. Not a fantasy—reality. My reality. I wear it all the time. Not just for sex, not just when I’m alone. It’s part of my daily ritual, part of how I make peace with a body that’s caught between what it is and what I wish it could be. It keeps me close to her—the woman I am when no one’s looking, and sometimes even when they are. Most lovers don’t know how to handle that part of me. They want either a woman or a man, and I’m both and neither. But some—some—see me. They touch me with reverence. They kiss my neck like it’s sacred. They press against the silicone, kiss me through it, call me beautiful. And when they slide inside that prosthetic slit, I feel... loved. Not just fucked. Chosen. Other times, they want what I hide. They pull down my panties and take me as I am. My ass becomes my pussy. They call my cock a girl cock, and I let them, because in those moments it belongs to the version of me who still needs to be worshipped, still deserves to be adored. There's no shame in it. I’m done apologizing for the way I live in my body. But the most powerful moments are the quiet ones—alone, silk between my thighs, hips swaying as I move through the world with my little secret pressed tight against me. The prosthetic warms to my skin. I forget it’s there, and yet I’m constantly aware of it. It doesn’t just hide what I hate. It shows me who I am. Every soft curve, every subtle line—it’s mine. I’ve had men fall in love with me through it. Not just because of how I look, but how I let them in. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. When I let a man undress me slowly, kiss down my stomach, slip his fingers over that smooth slit... he doesn’t just touch silicone. He touches me. He touches the part of me that’s always been waiting to be seen. And when he enters me there, when he moves inside me through that perfect opening, I close my eyes and feel a kind of peace I’ve never known. A feeling that says, This is what it means to be wanted. This is what it means to be a woman. This is what it means to be loved in the body you’ve built for yourself, on your terms. It’s not a costume. It’s not pretend. It’s truth, wrapped in silicone and lingerie and longing. And it’s beautiful. More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/ #crossdresser #sissy #sissyboy #crossdressers #sissies #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #femman #femboys #crossdressing #gurl #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #tgirl #gay #lgbtq #nsfw #adultsonly #adultcontent

Told u id get wrong lol. Borin old men lmaooooo

Do u think id get way with postin wat happens to my lil caged clitty wen the big plug went in????? lol

Mmmm I am not sure close but mmmm maybe a different look get out of my comfort zone

Who wants to get all girly with me

Getting ready for work..today i felt to wear suspenders under my maid dress.

Omg I just fainted outside the school getting my youngest. Been sick most of the day. My lovely freshly shaved legs are now a mess as well as my palms. Not happy.

So is like sending dick pics some form of handshake around here?? Do men think sending a dick pic is going to make me say "ooooh a vienna sausage that's so hot, let me get my magnifying glass so we can find Waldo and do this" size isn't a big deal at all to me but it is when you don't clean it and it's ugly as shit and probably smells like a Kroger meat cooler during a blackout on an 102 degree summers day!! WTF!! Im not desperate so if you're send that shit don't bother and show some god damn respect to me and the all the rest of the wonderful and respectful ladies on here.. am i right people?? Unbelievable..

Just f#cking WOW, just got back from the Skindred gig... OMG the vibes, the energy, was sweating like a kid in a sweetshop with unlimited cash. Girls I highly recommend going to see them if you get the chance. You WON'T regret it.

New Omegle vid of girls getting me to spin. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YUI5V40azWY

This morning PIN UP gURLs 💋 spot the mischievous one attempting to get attention! He he ❤️ 💋

Its Halloween and I should get my vamp on and go out sucking.... necks of course lol. Get your mind out of the gutters ladies 😅

I've bought some clothes to go out in the daytime but now comes one of the tricky bits, accessories. I've never been into jewellery and my Mrs doesn't have much so I will probably need to get a necklace. I need a handbag and as the winter is coming possibly a hat too.

My story on how cross dressing helped me discover my true identity. It all started when I was maybe 13 or 14 years old. I would see my mom or sister throwing out clothes they didn't wear anymore. Like anyone in that situation, I snuck out what I wanted and hid them in the bottom of my closet. Then when I'd go over to my sisters and catch her throwing out clothes and such, I'd sneak around getting what I wanted. I would be at my sisters and somehow manage to take 15 pairs of panties and a few bras I wanted. Later on, I started questioning my own gender identity. There were often times I'd try to hide or suppress who I really was inside out of fear. That fear was mainly driven by what society may think. I'm glad cross dressing has helped me come to realize later on, that I'm a trans woman. It's been the cross dressing community over the years via MeWe which has shown mea lot of love and support. So I'm glad to have gotten my start in this path through cross dressing!

Morning ladies and friends finally heading back home to be georgette proper love u all

Good evening sweets! I'm off to work. But thought I'd leave you with a story. More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/ #crossdresser #sissy #sissyboy #crossdressers #sissies #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #femman #femboys #crossdressing #gurl #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #tgirl #gay #lgbtq #nsfw #adultsonly #adultcontent The Meeting That Got Out of Hand I showed up to the office dressed in my “Supervisor” uniform — black polo shirt tucked neatly into black pants, shiny work shoes. On the outside, I looked like any middle manager headed into a boring meeting. But under it all, I wore my little secret: a lacy pink bra and panties. Just knowing they were against my skin made me shiver with anticipation. The room looked like an office conference space, complete with a long table, chairs, and quarterly reports scattered around. Five others were waiting — three men in polos like mine, and two women in skirts and blouses. I sat down and kept tugging at my shirt, worried my bra straps might show. That’s when one of the women leaned over and smirked. “Chris… is that lace I see under your collar?” My stomach flipped. I froze, heat rushing to my face. Everyone’s eyes snapped to me. The strap had slipped just enough to peek out. One of the men chuckled, leaning forward. “No way… are you wearing a bra under that uniform?” My hands fumbled at my collar, trying to hide it. “I… maybe.” My voice cracked. The woman reached over and tugged my shirt down just enough to reveal the delicate strap, then the curve of lace against my chest. Gasps, then laughter, but not cruel — hungry. Aroused. “Stand up,” another man said. “Show us.” I hesitated only a second before rising to my feet. Heart pounding, I pulled my polo up, exposing the pink bra stretched across my chest. The room went silent, then filled with low groans of approval. “Fuck, Chrissy,” one of them whispered. “Turn around.” I obeyed, bending slightly. My waistband had slipped low enough that the lacy panties showed above my pants. Someone reached out, tugging them down just enough to expose the curve of my ass. The first touch made me gasp — a hand sliding over the silk, squeezing, then pulling my pants down around my thighs. Now I was standing in front of them in bra and panties, my cock already swelling against the lace. They closed in. A woman pressed her lips to mine, lipstick smearing as her tongue slid into my mouth. Hands roamed everywhere — groping my ass, tugging at my nipples through the bra, cupping my cock through the panties. “Get on the table,” the tall man ordered. I climbed onto the polished surface, lying back as they surrounded me. Someone yanked my panties aside, freeing my cock, already dripping. A hot mouth enveloped me, sucking hard, while another tongue flicked over my nipple, teeth grazing until I cried out. My legs were spread wide, panties shoved down, and I felt a slick finger pushing into my ass, stretching me open. I moaned around the cock one of the men slid between my lips, gagging as he held my head and thrust deep. It was a blur of sensation. One man fucking my throat, another pumping into my ass, their bodies grinding against me while the women took turns riding my face and jerking my cock. The table shook with every thrust, papers scattering like a storm. “Good little slut,” someone growled in my ear as they pounded into me from behind, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the office. My cock spurted across my stomach, hot and sticky, but they didn’t stop. They used me until I was soaked with cum inside and out, my bra twisted, panties torn, lipstick smeared across my face. When it was finally over, I lay sprawled on the table, trembling, dripping, utterly used. The others buttoned their shirts, straightened their skirts, laughing softly as though the meeting had gone exactly as planned. I wiped the mess from my lips, my chest still heaving. “So…” I whispered, voice raw, “should I type up the minutes?” The room erupted in laughter — and I knew I’d just passed my first real office initiation. -Chrissy

Just waking up, goodmorning everyone 😊 also noticed my hair is getting crazy long already 😅

Hi sweets! 💋 Just a little FYI: I’m not looking for a Mistresss or Dominatrix, and I’m also not interested in a long-distance online Daddy or Master. I know this site is based in the UK, so most of you are probably Europeans — and that’s totally fine! I just love sharing here, meeting new friends, and if you ever make it to the States, especially San Diego, then hit me up! ☀️🇺🇸 I’m finally embracing my true gender identity, though I’m still a bit unsure whether I’m a #femboy (or #femman), a #crossdresser, a #sissy, or even #transgender. What I do know is that I’m the #girly #feminine #submissive receiver in a relationship. I love appearing as a #gurl and being treated — and thought of — like one. 🌸 I can be friends with fellow #crossdressers #sissies #trans and #femboys, and I get along great with #Mistressess too — but romantically, I’m attracted to masculine, manly men. I have such a soft spot for hairy men (I love the feeling of my smooth fem body against their strong, hairy chests 😍) and for older, mature men. I’m 47, so “older” to me means 50 and up… honestly, the older the better! So again, I’m not looking for a Mistresss or even an online Daddy. We can absolutely be friends — but I’m not paying for anything, and I can spot scams and pros a mile away. I’m here to connect, network socially, and show off a little. Thank you for reading! 💖 Kisses, Chrissy

🌸 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

Have great evening off to get a bourbon 😜😘

My First Crossdresser Makeover, Finding Confidence at Sensual Passions 💋 I finally took the leap and booked my first professional makeover with Sonia at Sensual Passions, and it turned out to be one of the most transformative experiences I’ve ever had. What started as pure nerves quickly became something empowering and deeply personal. Seeing myself reflected back in the mirror, not as a stranger but as me, was an emotional moment I’ll never forget. Sonia’s approach made everything feel safe, respectful, and affirming — I’d recommend it to anyone who’s ever thought about trying a makeover but felt too nervous to take that first step. I shared the full story (with all the details and reflections) on our site here: 👉 https://crossdressed.co.uk/sensual-passions-my-first-crossdresser-makeover/ How was your first makeover experience? What did it make you realise about yourself? 💄

This shouldn't get me in trouble. It doesn't show anything. But what would you do if you saw me like this? Answer in a pm please. Thanks! Kisses! -Chrissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #sissy #sissyboy #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #tgirl #gurl #trans #transwoman #transgirl #transgender #nsfw #panty #panties #pantybulge #pantymodel #underwear #underwearmodel #underwearbulge #model #meninpanties

Sorry, friends. I had to delete some of my most popular and erotic posts because they may have violated policies and could have been reported. I certainly don't want to get banned! Hopefully the producers of this site will come up with a way we can share explicit pics, videos and stories without violating the rules? Like those posts being visible to only age-verified or paying members? [Chloe] #crossdresser #policies #crossdressing #posts #photos #videos #femboy #sissy #sissyboy #shemale #gurl #tgirl #trans #lgbtq #gay #nsfw #transgirl #transwoman #transgender

Just a cowgirl (I wished) procrastinating, before she has to get sort for work

I still get a boner looking at the picture of the dress when i first seen it on sale! It still makes my heart beat fast and make me nearly cum in myself! 💗💗🍆💦💦

I weighed 16st and a dress size 18 I’m now down to 14st and a dress size 14 in 4 weeks. I want to get down to 10st So I can fit in to Some of the dresses and outfits I have bought. I should be a 8-10 in dress size once I attain the weight. Hugs Verona 💋💋💋

When I feel this pretty It reassures me, I am much better this way. Super cute right!? I'm hoping I get lots of attention today🤭

Just me and my fav leg poses! Lots more stockings have arrived so I will be dressing and posting a lot more soon, Oh! well that's when I get some time off work! Only getting 1 day off in 10 at the mo! Oh well never mind 🤣😍💋💋

Good morning everyone, getting ready for work as usual

Off to the dungeon at Hellfire later, time i have to to get bathed, shaved, rinsed out and sweet-smelling, wait and see how red my bum is when i get home 🥵

Its so annoying when you get a coq photo with a message saying i would fuck you baby

Morning girls, no dressing today but this makes me even more excited to get my heels back on!!!💋💋

I can't stop. Ordered 4 more dresses. Going more gothic too. I have so many clothes, many still never worn! Some too naughty for this site. I'll try and wear and get some pictures but I'm going through a bit of a 'fat phase' at the moment which doesn't help my self esteem. Typically I'm an 'all or nothing' person so no gradual approach for me, so the next phase is all in for diet and fitness again. Just need that spark to kick it off. Open to ideas. Keep them simple and effective as it has to grab me or ADHD attention span will kill it. Here's a random picture from Comicon of someone playing Mad Moxxi from Borderlands. Best game evahhh! I would love to dress like her one day.

🐆 cant get enough of this dress, love the pattern. "No makeup today"

Message me and let’s get in on x Exclusive is better

Get on your knees and beg me to let you take my cock!👄👅💦

Morning girls, nice relaxing morning and then gonna get into some Leather. Excited!! X

Cigarettes and heels go together

Gettng ready for a two week trip. So i may not be posting photos for a while. So here is one of most recent, almost art photos of myself. I so appreciate comments. 🥰

Been so horny tonight Been lubed up and dressed since 9pm Get myself to the point im gonna cum Then stop So desperate to cum now. Really fancy eating my own load

Well It’s getting close to bedtime.. no offers?

Superme 101 reported for repeated sh*tposting of the same post, again and again. Get this crap off here ffs

Last one sorry if i bombarded you with pics girls I get so excited with new clothes 🤭

Love getting new clothes

Get Sunday over with wife goes back to work. Im so looking forward to crossdressing the urge is so frustratingly strong today 😂

Why is cross dressing so addictive ? I can’t help myself, a short dress and heels and all the comments I get makes Patti feel pretty and sexy