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The 🌏 is one big theatre and every living organism is a character playing a role in.GODS drama. Very strictly dominant girl. telegram: @mistress_alexia

💙🖤❤️ 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.💙🖤❤️

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.

Can't believe it's been a couple of months already since my last post. But things have been progressing, slowly but surely, which is anticipated. I can check on this later for sure but the biggest breakthrough, for me anyway, was that I finally broke sub-80kg body weight and losing weight has been consistent, now hovering around the 78kg area. Soft target is 72kg, which finally feels like it's within striking distance! 😤 Have found that I REALLY respond to the goth look and aesthetic. Loved this ensemble and thank my friend profusely for helping me make it look good (least I think so anyway. Haha). Would love to hear your guys' feedback. ❤️

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the world is one big theatre and every living organism is a character playing a role in Gods own drama. aka synn this dominatrixxx goddesss is here looking for an obedient sub to use as my fuck toy and be fully transformed into a woman. (short term or long term i am open to it)

One wish ... I so much wish Warm kisses With a girl... Bigirl Who needs my dresses not the man at all Who understands What means my subtle touch... Who could confess Orgasmic gentle match Who wants the solitude of girl... Not owned by man at all ... With touch of playful lips That makes defences fall When dresses  left aside And trembling breasts will meet... I so much wish We might Have kisses While we sit... With coffee Darling... I am yours One touch One kiss One juxtapose...

Hi, ladies, since you don't mind me showing the aftermath of a sugaring mistake, I'll post a couple of photos. In one, one leg is treated, the other isn't. On the other, I took the wrong angle and got what's called "bloody dew." Technicians can make mistakes, too. I took the photo literally a minute later, and by evening, that spot on my leg had turned into one big bruise. In short, that's the price of smooth skin. Not to mention the risk of ingrown hairs and infection, which can occur during a time when the pores are vulnerable. Therefore, it's best to prepare clean underwear and bedding before sugaring, and try to wear clothes made of natural fabrics for a few days afterward. There are many other nuances, though.

It's just awful how when you go to the mall with a friend, so many people only look at your appearance and can't see the big heart you want to give, waiting to find someone who can take care of it, because everyone is so used to seeing lies, opportunists, and people who just want to take advantage of others. If only there was a way to show what I'm like inside, beyond my appearance, people would definitely try to get closer to me. to me, even just as friends, but everyone is too used to seeing only the superficiality of others, and that, well, that breaks my heart.

Each time i see this photo of mine, I feel like waiting for something big and hard. I want to be honest.

Heya girls am back and a big shout out to my friend Roxie for being such a good cutie she's also on the site btw <3

Good morning, sisters and secret admirers. I hope you have a good day.💋💋💋 P.S. One of my very early photos. This dress is now too big for me, so I gave it to another colleague in our group.🙈

Does my bum look big in these panties lol xx

My Christmas story continued: He had me get on my hands and knees and stick my ass up into the air. Santa got on his knees behind me and straddled my backside. He lifted up my lingerie nighty, pulled down my lace panties, then spread my buttcheeks to expose my tight, pink little hole. Santa didn't need lube, he was magical after all, as he entered me his dick got wet and slippery so that it moved freely into my rectum with no pain. He thrusted it rhythmically, gyrating...in and out..in and out..in and out...in...in...in...getting deeper each time. It was so big, it hit all my nerve endings and my p-spot giving me the coveted ass orgasm....while my dick got turned on and big, too....cum dripping from it... "Ho...ho....ho..." Santa moaned in pure ecstasy as my sphincter and buttcheeks squeezed his cock. His man meat swelled, throbbed....then....BOOM! Like a volcano or bazooka it exploded and shot four squirts of his semen, his sperm, his DNA into my anal cavity. I could feel it as it wet my insides and got sticky. "Ho, ho, ho, hooooo!!!!!!!!!!" Santa yelled with enjoyment. And he slapped my ass just for fun. Meanwhile, I had also cum and got my panties soaked and sticky, some dripping on to the floor in front of me. Santa stayed inside and on top of me for a minute or two while he caught his breath, then he pulled his awesome magical cock out of my hole, and I heard a "pop!" and wush sound of air escaping. I didn't see it, but Santa then zipped his pants back up and buckled his belt. I got off my knees and stood up, fixing my panties and my nightgown, and turned to face Santa. "Here," Santa said reaching into his bag, "I have a gift for you." He pulled out a card. Later I would discover it is a winning Lotto ticket with the award being in the millions of dollars. "Now you are back on my nice list," he added. "And I'll be visiting you more frequently." As he flew off on his sleigh led by his reindeer, I could hear him yell, "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas to all! And to all a good night! And Chrissy is a great fuck!" More: #sissy #femboy #transgender #gurl #sissyboy #tgirl #CD #crossdresser #crossdressing #transgirl #transwoman #adultcontent #nsfw

Christmas is cumming! Here is a traditional Christmas story! lol : It happened last Christmas Eve. Snow whispered against my window, blanketing the world in a serene hush as I drifted off under layers of warmth. The soft glow of the Christmas lights outside painted gentle colors on my walls, blending with the lace and satin of the red lingerie I had on. A sudden thud on the roof jolted me awake. My heart raced as I strained to hear more, the sound of bells jingling faintly and what could only be the sneeze of an animal carried through the stillness. I sat up, clutching my blankets closer. Moments later, a creak echoed from downstairs, like footsteps crossing the living room floor. Still groggy but alert, I reached for my phone, ready to call for help if needed. Peering cautiously into the hallway, I heard a deep, hearty laugh resonate through the house. “Ho, ho, ho!” The voice was unmistakable, rich and warm, and yet impossible. Santa? No, it had to be some burglar pulling a strange stunt. My skepticism flared as I crept down the stairs, each step measured and quiet. When I reached the living room, I froze. The space was bathed in a soft, unearthly glow, and standing before the tree was a man who looked every bit the part of Santa Claus—velvet red suit, snowy white beard, and a twinkle in his eye that seemed almost magical. He was munching on the cookies I’d left out as a joke, milk in hand. "What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled indignant. The man turned around to look at me. "Watch your language, Chrissy," he scolded me gently. "You're already on my naughty list." "How did you know my name?" "Ho, ho, ho! I know everything about you, including when you're sleeping and when you are awake. I'm Santa!" "Santa isn't real!" "So you don't believe your eyes?" "You're just some thug dressed up as Santa." "Ho, ho, ho! Look up at the roof and tell me how a thug got a magical sleigh and a team of magical, flying reindeer. Ho, ho, ho!" I didn't have to look, the noise I heard on my roof earlier lined up perfectly with that of reindeer. "But...but...you're not real." I stuttered. "Chrissy, I'm as real as you want me to be. And you have been naughty. Ho, ho, ho!" "If that's true," I challenged. "Why are you in my home?" "Ho! Ho! Ho! Because I love naughty boys, I give them a big gift! Ho! Ho! Ho!" With that he unbuckled his black broad buckled belt and unzipped his red pants. Out jumped his huge, wrinkled, snow-white penis, uncut of course with lots of foreskin, and it was hard and long. There was pre-cum already dripping from it. Santa winked at me then said, "cum get your gift, Chrissy. Ho! Ho! Ho!" Being the naughty ladyboy femboy slut I am, I complied and fell to my knees in front of Santa. I grabbed his rock-hard cock and squeezed it while placing my lips around it. It was so salty, vinegary, wet and sticky. His manjuices were already leaking into my mouth as I sucked on him. slurp slurp slurp I stroked his dick as I sucked, then started fucking him with my mouth...going up and down, up and down on his penis...my tongue would lick the tip and shaft at times. Santa's dick started to swell and throb...but he pushed my head away. "Ho, ho, ho! He said, "I finish in naughty boy's ass." (Continued in next post) #sissy #femboy #transgender #gurl #sissyboy #tgirl #CD #crossdresser #crossdressing #transgirl #transwoman #adultcontent #nsfw

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Morning gURLs won’t be on here much got a big day ahead 😘 maybe chat later ? ❤️ 💋

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

Oh dear, how sad, never mind - "CelineTv" appears to have blocked me, is it cos i called her a wanker for not following the Rules In The Big Red Box? Well, no loss, her pics are, frankly, gross and exactly the sort that transphobes use to spread the lie that we're all fat, slovenly, weirdos dressed in cheap knockoffs of latex fetishwear so overstretched that Anyone Can Always Tell. Nice not to have them on my feed, really.

Oh dear oh dear, SissyChrisEllis appears to have blocked me, how sad, never mind - means i wont have to wade through its pics of its hairy anus and scrotum, not exactly my loss, is it? I wonder whether it's because i reminded it of the rules in the Big Red Box?

Hope you like my big bottom 😜

(How to Spot a Fake) This is a few things you can look for when spotting a Fake Pictures. Of course there is also the The Very Poor Picture which can make things tricky. A high percentage of users use Ai in the form of Apps and Software to change there appearance. FaceApp, Snapchat and manu many more Ai based tools are available to change your appearance. The old addage that says if it's too good to be true then it probably is, a 60 year old will not have Flawless Skin. As you will see Large Body, Big Hairy Arms, Large Fingers, with beautiful flawless Face, errr No, Fake. Many Ai creation Software/Apps struggle to Create Hands, Hair, Facial Skin, Backgrounds. Will expand on this .. Hands take alot of Ai processing power and many times there will be mistakes like, Six fingers, Rings that span two fingers, Hands that Blend into other Bodyparts. Facial Skin is very often not Flawless, Freckles, Spots, Blemishes, Moles, Fine Hair, Often All Missing, If it's Flawless it's more than Likely Fake, unless they are Professional Models, and not likely to be here... Backgrounds are often either Blurry or very Perfectly Random, Often not associated with any other Photo in someone's collection, Sometimes Backgrounds are set in Luxury Rooms with Gold Plated Furniture, Not usually associated with a UK Council Estate, or Someone on Job Seekers Allowance... Common Sense on much of this. Bare Feet can be tricky for Ai Software too same as Hands, Same Rules Apply. Other people in the same photo can end up Morphing into Clothing or even other people's Body Parts, Skin near Skin of two people can be an Ai nightmare so look out for this. Scale is an Ai issue too, look out for Big Heads, Small Legs, way out of proportion Body Parts, all common mistakes. Hairy Chest, Flawless Face, - Fake. Hairy Big/Overweight Body, Flawless Face - Fake. Common Sense Prevails here, Think about who you are looking at, How Old, How Fit, Younger Fit People will use Natural Pictures as they have no need not too. Very Blurred and Poor quality photos are often used to hide something. Look out for photos where every shot shows the head in the same position and looks totally flawless, This is because this Face Position is the best one for the Ai Software/App to make the face look the same each time... Otherwise they may end up looking different... Fakes. Look carefully at the photos you like, don't just see a pretty picture and assume it is real, have a look at others they have done, don't play into there Fake loving hands.... They are trying to make you look a fool because they can con you.... Don't let it be you. This is just the Basics, Hope it helps. After a while you will find it easier to spot these Fakers... Enjoy your new skill

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Loads of Blocking this morning what with BDSM Touts, Go ddesses that look like Lezbo Sisters with big asses, Hotels and It support Fu ck me my BLOCK button is glowing 😂😂😂😂

I know that I am not the most beautiful girl out there. But when I was on another app trying to meet someone to talk too, I had a very derogatory introduction. I am sorry that I don't live up to the expectations of everyone, but I have had a hard life of work. It is keyboard warriors with no profile picture that can go to mommy and daddy's pantry. Grab a great big bowl of "Dickaroo" cereal and choke on the chocolate ones. Sorry for the rant, but it is very disheartening and blatantly rude.

Just to put it into perspective..... I have the biggest group on this site with 1315 members.... On Flickr there are hundreds of CD Groups some with 16,000 Members and 240,000 Photos.... That's just 1 group, it has 100 times the members of this whole site..... Just a thaught lol xxx

I know it is a big ask, but do any of you lovely ladies have some makeup tips? I see all of your beauty and would love the help. Thank you for your support and love.

Just watched this video of a crossdresser wearing a big bridesmaid dress taking the washing in from outside,i came in myself about the thought of wearing it outside and hoping not to be caught 🍆💦💦https://youtu.be/iFAMxxa6Xuw?si=a-_bG0FiWvPalaGM

Hey everyone. First day back after a family holiday, back to the normal routine. Back to work!! I work in the construction industry, a very masculine industry, and it's what I have been doing since I left school. I am a joiner, have my own workshop and work on my own most of the time. I always wear knickers to work and in the winter, when it's cold and I'm always wearing a jumper I usually wear a lacy body, basque or sometimes a corset under my work clothes. Always wearing stockings, hold ups obviously. It's my way of bringing Sammy into my everyday life, in secret of course. It's hard to make changes to your body without it being noticed, have to be slow and subtle. It's also back to the exercise routine. Had a bit of over indulgence whilst away so got to get rid of the tummy. Also saw lots of lovely bums in bikinis on the beach and was so envious. I really need to improve my bum. Any tips anyone to get a bigger shaplier butt? Sammy. Xx

quick change into more PVC! I don't have big sexy boots yet! So What do you think? 😁💋💋

Finally told my gf that I wanted to crossdress more often and openly...big shocker to her but I just couldnt contain the urge to want to be a sissy..it ended our relationship but at the same time I feel so relieved.

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Plz Add if your a Men but if you're a Laddie please me on but you got to have a big 🍆. If your not going to add me at least take photos of me and save my pictures and videos and show them to people and share me around 🤭😘

I'm home alone for three nights with a big box of toys and bags of clothes 🥳🥳

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