Hi everybody

My latest film noir look, the body, outfit and makeup is me, the scene is AI (of course). Hope it's well received. More to come

Had my full bodystocking on again last night, love the feelong of being encased in nylons

I found that my daily walks are not enough anymore. I decided to start rucking with a 40lb vest. it balances out my more static weight training. At my age I need to keep my mind and body both working. The vest looked so much bigger in the ads. Adding more endurance to my play as well.

I like to watch Everybody loves Raymond after the school run and without fail, every day there is an advert for either Vivesse or Vagisan cream for va*inal dryness. I know there maybe housewives watching but itchy fan*y cream ads at 9am, really!

Well ladies I finished work early today and when I arrived home there was a new delivery of lingerie.
So I completely removed all that horrible hair from every part of my body I could reach, most definitely including there, after all nice new thongs feel awful otherwise.

Not been on for a while. How is everybody?

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Anybody looking to get themselves a load breast to boost your sexual desire

Full nylon bodysuit, feels amazing and makes me feel super feminine

Wheres my heels mmmm
Fishnet bodystocking desrvss
Must get myself a larex black mini dress amd a black bob wig
Mmmmm
Who wiuld take me out? X

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Bodystocking with Red Stilettos and Nothing else xx

Derby UK Lingerie CD that loves Males and Females for Naughty fun
Im always looking to improve my Sucking skills with CDs or Males, so the more you can help the better. There is always room for improvement.
If your local to Derby and can help then please get in touch xxx just private msg me or ask for my email address xx

My preferences are as follows........

Smooth Shaven Co ck and Balls

Full Co ck Head Showing

Willing to wear Tights Stockings or Holdups ........... ( I could provide these )

Must let me Swallow every drop, I don't want any evidence (Waste or Mess) left for yours or my Wife/Partner
Because you are kind enough to let me Suck and Swallow you down, I don't expect anything in return...
Most of my training is done where you put on some Holdups sit on the edge of the Sofa Spread your legs and watch TV while I do my Training, obviously once I've Swallowed you all down I will leave or if you need me to I can stay to Feed from you again until you are fully Satisfied...It's the absolute least I can do.
One Member that has helped me with my Mouth Training (as he put it) asked if there were anything else they could do to help even more...
I said actually there is if you feel up to it...
What I need you to do is just before you Cum, you need to get up and Make me swallow your entire load, not letting me move until every drop has gone....Now there are a number of ways you can do this...
You can hold my head with both hands and head Fu ck me untill you cum holding my head tight till you are fully empty.
You can make me lean with my head on the Wall so I'm pinned and do the same or
If you have a high bed or Sofa Edge or even on the Sofa, use the same method to pin me down.....
Alternatively get on top in the 69 position and fill me up that way....
In fact if you do the reverse 69 you can practically hold my head still, keeping your Co ck stuck in my mouth untill empty.
I met one male and he got me to lay on the floor straddling my chest, he then reached down and slipped his co ck into my mouth then held my head and pulled me back and forth up and down his shaft untill he filled my mouth with his juice, he held on until I had cleaned up every drop....not the most comfortable position but it made him happy with the arrangement so it was the least I could do.
I'm sure there are many more ways but this would really help with my training if you could please....
The only other help would be if time permitting you make me Feed from you Twice..
Booking me in for several visits a week can also help... If you feel up to it and don't mind me Swallowing every time... I understand fully if this is asking too much.... Xx
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If your local to Derby and can help in any way or maybe I can help you... Private msg me or e-mail me at
smoothandveryjuicy@yahoo.co.uk

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Anybody still know me ,

Hello how is everybody

Pretty good of my body! Really sweet!

Voice of the Past...

Voice of forgotten
In the Foggy Past
“-You ought to...”,
“-You should have...”,
“-You must...”

Why do they talk
To me again...?
What were
Those memories?
Why pain?
I freeze
I turn
I look again...
Nobody
In alley
...

Alone Tree...
And
Me
...
Alone Me...
And Tree
As Thee

Why then
That sudden
Pain
Just scratched
My Healed wound
Again?
Why Voice...?
Why it is
Never gone?
And still
With me all day?
Why?

Why I am not
Alone...?
Why?
Why Leaves?
Why shadows
Talk...
Why trees?

Amnesia?
Why Thee?
Why
I still do remember
You in me...?

Why
I am so afraid
This pain?
That could have been
Just scratch
not seen...
Perhaps I still,
Still wish your touch
It was the only
Dream ...
The Dream of mine
You are the Tree,
Tree
In Alley...
Why I do feel you
Still so much
Your touch...
And gently
Talk to Thee...
My Darling...

So long ago
you are free
since all have felt
Apart...
Your leaves
Still whisper
On cold wind
The Words,
Words of lost Love

I doubt often
Is it Thee ?
Alone silent as a tree
Whom are you talking to?
To Wind?
To me?
I want just run away
I see
You're waiting
Someone else...
Just me?
I am afraid
...
But dress...
…
That lovely dress
I do,
I wear
I do,
do cut
Quite short
My hair...
Like you
Reviving
All your past
Your presence..?
Yes
I ought to
Even must
I dare...

The only way
The Love
Will last
Is to build Future,
Brake the Past
But...

Why then
That so sudden
Voice this day?
Just Touched
My Healed wound
Again?
Why pain...?
Why it is
Never gone?
And still
With me
All heart is thorn ...

Why I am not
Alone...?
Why?
Why Leaves
Why do these shadows
Talk?
Why are you
Silent tree?
Amnesia...
Is not erasing Thee...
Why
I still feel
It still remains?
What could have
Been just scratch
But pains
Perhaps I still
Still wish your touch
The only
Dreams
of mine
in nights
Dream through
Death darkness
With no lights
You were
The Tree

Fall
Thee
Alley...
Why I do feel it
Feel Your touch...
And gently
Talk to Thee...
Not much

Why still
You come
As silent tree?
Why do you come
To talk
To me?

I doubt...
I am so afraid
The Love I do confess.
I want to run
To run away,
away
Not waiting
Someone else...
...
I do...
I wear
Wedding dress
I do...
I cut
My hair...
Too...
Like you..
Reviving
In my chest
That I still love
Still Love just you

The only way
The Love
Will last
Is to build
Future
Brake the Past

But you are
Telling
From my depth
From part
I hidden well
You re still
living
In my heart
The Future
Or a Spell?
Or Magic
Of becoming
You
When
I'm just
With
Myself?
Oh just
Forgotten
“I Love You...”
So strange
Strange foretell...

I freeze
I wait
I turn
No one...
I know…
But the tree
In long alley of park
My Bride…
We've met…

I recognise,
Your dress
Your hair
You're alive
Alive somewhere…
Still hidden
In my heart...

Uuuuugh still not quite there... but feeling marginally better...all this week nobody's saying anything??? Is everyone getting fed up with this site? I must say I expected it to be a hive of activity.... it's as dead as a great big dead thing... love you all my beautiful family...my gorgeous sister's.... take care and stay warm and safe 🩷

Hi sweets! I started a new blog! It's cleaner and easier to read and navigate. This blog contains explicit sexual themes, taboo fantasies, fetish content, and material that may offend or disturb some readers. Go here: https://lifeofsissychrissy.blogspot.com/

Intro: Foreword
Welcome to The Life & Fantasies of Transgirl Sissy Chrissy.

You should know, before turning another page, exactly what kind of book you are holding.

This is not quite an autobiography.

It is not quite fiction.

It lives somewhere more dangerous than either.

These stories emerge from the memories, desires, insecurities, obsessions, fears, curiosities, and private fantasies of Sissy Chrissy—a 47-year-old feminine gay man who longs to live more fully as a woman, but who, for now, remains caught between the life she inhabits and the woman she imagines herself becoming.

Some of what follows really happened.

Some of it happened differently.

Some of it began with a memory and was seduced into fantasy.

And some of it never happened at all—except in the secret country of Chrissy’s imagination.

That distinction will not always be made clear.

It is more interesting that way.

Within these pages, reality is negotiable.

One story may place Chrissy in a familiar bedroom, bar, street, hotel room, or anonymous encounter. The next may drag her somewhere impossible: into the arms of machines, monsters, supernatural beings, forbidden lovers, creatures of fantasy, or strange worlds where ordinary rules no longer apply.

The familiar and the impossible sleep beside each other here.

So do tenderness and depravity.

Romance and lust.

Humor and humiliation.

Fear and fascination.

Beauty and grotesquerie.

Some stories are playful and flirtatious.

Some are tender.

Some are deliberately trashy.

Some are dark, feverish, and unsettling.

Some indulge fantasies that polite people are not supposed to admit they have.

And some wander unapologetically into territory that many readers will consider deeply taboo.

That is not an accident.

Fantasy has always been a place where human beings trespass.

In imagination, we can approach the forbidden without claiming it should become permissible, flirt with danger without inviting it into reality, and explore thoughts that would be impossible, immoral, absurd, frightening, or even monstrous outside the protected territory of fiction.

A fantasy is not a confession.

A fantasy is not a manifesto.

And a fantasy is not necessarily a wish for reality.

Sometimes the imagination simply asks:

What if?

And Chrissy, more often than she probably should, answers.

The Woman at the Center of It All
For all the spectacle, kink, fantasy, horror, absurdity, and eroticism in these stories, the real subject of this book is Chrissy herself.

Chrissy lives in contradiction.

She is feminine, but the body she inhabits still tells another story.

She wants to be desired as a woman, touched as a woman, admired as a woman, and recognized as the person she feels herself becoming.

Yet she also carries decades of masculinity, insecurity, shame, humor, hunger, resilience, and memory with her.

She can be brazen one moment and painfully vulnerable the next.

She wants to be wanted.

She wants to be seen.

She wants to surrender without disappearing.

She wants to be outrageous without apologizing.

And sometimes she simply wants the freedom to imagine herself in situations reality would never permit.

That conflict—the distance between who Chrissy is, who the world sees, and who Chrissy becomes when no one is watching—runs beneath nearly every story in this collection.

Sometimes it surfaces as romance.

Sometimes as comedy.

Sometimes as darkness.

And very often as desire.

Because desire has a way of revealing the parts of us that daylight teaches us to hide.

These stories allow Chrissy to stop hiding.

A Private Theater of Desire
The fantasies collected here are not restrained by realism.

They are excessive by design.

Some are conventional.

Some are strange.

Some are kinky.

Some are deliberately provocative.

Some will make certain readers laugh.

Others may make them blush.

Still others may make them shut the book and wonder what, exactly, they just read.

That, too, is part of the experience.

Chrissy’s imagination does not always concern itself with respectability.

Sometimes it wants romance.

Sometimes affection.

Sometimes danger.

Sometimes surrender.

Sometimes something so outrageous that only fiction could contain it.

And beneath all of that is perhaps the oldest fantasy of all:

to step outside the limits of the self.

To become more beautiful, more feminine, more desirable, more fearless, more shameless, more alive.

To walk through a door reality keeps locked.

Even if only for a few pages.

#sissy #sissyboy #sissygirl #tgirl #crossdresser #transgirl #transwoman #shemale #femboy #lgbt #lgbtq #gay #blog #eroticblog #taboo #kink #fetish #transgender

Shadow Theater on White Wall
(Resident permit only)

Shadow Theater
On White Wall
Puppet life
Of a ghosty girl
Legs and shadow
Of breasts under dress
Light of Moon
Makes all shadows
Loose moving in mess
Night ends soon
Shadow's gone
Body s stiil
Soul's dead
I'm confused...

Permit holders
Only
For Cab
Am I Wanted
Or just not yet ...?

What is shadow
Cut off under Moon?
What is body
Of girl?
Am I
Doll?
Am I Puppet?
Has My Soul Gone?

I change colours
Of lipstick
And skirts...
Am I muppet
of Death and Rebirth?

Only Moon
Knows answers
Right
I am shadow
On walls in
The Night...

If anybody outside asked me what I had been doing this morning, I would go blood red in the face, but here I can just say it. I have been naughty as well. AND I LOVED IT And now in the mood for dressing like a tart. And behaving like one. Now I'm having a coffee before I decide what to do this afternoon, too wet to go out. so .
Is it fun or maybe picture taking time, oh the decisions.

Who's gonna tame this lesbian with a male body?

Witch in the night

Night Witshes...

Old Lady told Me
Are you Witch
Who steals men
In night...?
I smiled sadly
Ohh
I wish
I wish
I knоw
How..
To steal men?
Could I
Be so
Dishonest
In my choice?
To force
Somebody
Lie with me..?

She smiled
Sadly
Mon ami..
So
Many
Told
Until
Life made them
Doing pretty so.

You are a Witch
Just steal
Go Go
Witch otherwise
What for...

Good night every body I’m now feeling very sleepy

Love this new bodycon dress!

My body, my clothes. But I asked AI to make me a bit prettier. What do you think?

Nobody chatting tonight xxx

Pinky thoughts

I never thought
I'm a pink girl
I never tried
Indeed
To wear anything
Of pink
That suits me
Calm and deep.

I never thought
To understand
Why I am not
With man...
Not ever single
One to stand
By me
I don't pretend...

When I am asked
For one night stand
I tell them simple yes
But add so sharply
Not at once
Another day must end.

No one accepted
Yes from girl
They always saw
Just No...
I thought
Why is it so
They show
Their
Goal
...

Perhaps
I was too sharp
But few?
Or just no
Feelings
I Love You...?
Or may be
I have felt
Indeed
They know
In advance
About me
That I am pink
Pink girl
There is no chance?

Am I
So Pink?
Yes I love kiss
Long kiss from
Girl
Not men...

I never tried
To wear pink
To be a woman
With pink
Think
I never tried
At all
But always
Wanted
I confess
Seduce
For Pink Love
Fall...

I tried
I could not
Understand
The colour
Still
Not mine
But quiet
Pleasure
Being
Princess
Came silently
My mind
Are still
Protesting
I am not...
Am I a pinky girl?
But waves of pleasure
Quiet roll
Calms hidden lusty call...

My mind
And Body
Lost apart
My Soul
Is not pink
Pink skirt
Pink blazer
No pink pants
Pink lipstick
Ohh shy miss...

Test

My Soul trapped
Between the wall
And prohibition sign
Is wondering
Where to go...
To that in tunnel
Light???

What if it is
Just a light of lamp
Or car
Or lit for pray...?
What if
it is just in my mind
That I should not obey...

My body trapped
By estrogen
With tiny frenchy breasts
That are so sensitive
To touch
Despite I am still dressed

My legs a trapped
In heels and tights
The only way to move
Into the tunnel
With no lights
To live
To stay in mood.

Don't touch me
I am not a Doll -
Fist Aiders
Freindly toy
My heart
Is cold
It bits with joy
With Joy of getting old
Make up
Or lipstic
Just old shoes
Old bag
And no return

I am still trapped
I am confused
By time
That passed
That's gone

Gone so unstoppable
So wrong
But who could
Change its course?
If I was young
Again
I'd choose
My estrogen
To fall?
To stay as cold
As I could be
Not waisting
Tears
Hearts...
My tiny breasts
Nobody'd seen
Why that become a must?
Why I was hiding
From my Love
Why feared
To crash
..?
No trusting
Hiding hands in gloves
And lips from kisses taste.
Why I am different
From girls
Who felt
Being pregnant fast
They never wanted
Have a kid
I dreamt
And I was last..

Last in the order
Waiting list?
High estrogen
Served first...
My heart is broken
That Love
True Love
Nobody
Was...
Was ever interested
Meet
Misled by estrogen.
My heart was never
Cold indeed..

You've failed test
My test...

Anybody on rn? Want to chat? Message me please.

Me up late again lol decided to dress earlier tonight and got some more photos.. I really hope you like them.. I said to my friend I hope he likes deutscher girls lolol I reckon I could bring everybody a nice cold beer...... take care all you absolutely beautiful gorgeous people...my family... I love you all so very much 🩷

Doesn't anybody ever just say hello to each other even if they haven't posted anything for a while?.... just finished sorting these pics out " there's quite a few" lol.... I thought I'd add a bit of fun.. and yes.. I would totally wear this outfit going outside lolol I think it's great.... hope you all like it... you're all really really special to me and I love you all to bits.. your simply the best 🩷

A dream that AI provided - me with one of my friends. Is my real body! so attuned to a vision of what I could experience.

Good evening, wonderful people.

I’m sitting here thinking about how much I love taking photos, editing them, and getting all dolled up, because Bella wouldn't exist without that, just as she wouldn't exist without all of you here and the people who have been part of my journey. I’m always trying to look a bit more daring. I absolutely love it, I’ve fully embraced that true feminine side of me the one that was always there and honestly, I even surprise myself sometimes. I’ve shifted my mindset to fully showcasing my femininity through my body and physical presence. Love, Bellisima. xxx

This is the one - AI assisted - but really is my body. Tell me what you think?

Evening everybody xxx

Anybody got an idea of where to shop for a minimal cover bikini top (and thong bottom)? Can be extreme…

Good morning everybody, I hope you all have a wonderful weekend.

Another fly away photo - me wearing makeup. Just love what this AI generator can do for me. Still me in every aspect - body has not changed - love to hear from you, all my bbfs and bgfs. Am I hitting the mark. Are you wanting to see me do something special?

Looking for somebody to dance with me and to appreciate in intimate ways my body. Is this you?

Tiredness

After happy happy time return to work is tiring.
I did not want to make up after tights broke.
Who cares.
If I am old and lost my time I could hardly change it.
It is not heels that could be hidden in wardrobe until better time...

Have a happier mood everybody please...

I feel so sexy posting pics of my legs even if it’s all a dream in my head I really love trying, I hope everybody has sweet dreams about your favorite girl

Night Turns

I closed door
The only
Lonely nights
I walk through
Streets
With rear lights
I pass through
Turns
Of long forgotten past
And windows
That are dark
Was it a must
To let your
Freedom
Be with her
Or I just used
Excuse...

Night light
Night walk
Forgotten talk
What was
Somebody's might

Last Lonely Night

We parted
Suddenly
So long ago
I felt
My wedding
Got no sense
I asked you
Straight
Why don't you go?
To happy life
With somebody
In bed...

Yes
I am cold
I'm locked in solitude
Don't waste your Time
In hope to revive
My heart is silent
Silent in the night
And just Your window
When you **** her
Makes warm light...

Leave me alone
Please don't fight
I wish you make her happy
Bye
I am alright..

Bodystocking from yesterday xx

Notice - No Ai, No Photo Shop, No Snapchat, No Edited Pics, No Fake Bullshit... Just exactly what you get (Me)...

Im always looking to improve my Sucking skills, so the more you can help the better. There is always room for improvement.
If your local to Derby and can help then please get in touch xxx just private msg me or ask for my email address xx
My preferences are as follows...
Smooth Shaven Co ck and Balls
Full Co ck Head Showing
Willing to wear Tights Stockings or Holdups
Must let me Swallow every drop, I don't want any evidence (Waste or Mess) left for yours or my Wife/Partner
Because you are kind enough to let me Suck and Swallow you down, I don't expect anything in return...
Most of my training is done where you put on some Holdups sit on the edge of the Sofa Spread your legs and watch TV while I do my Training, obviously once I've Swallowed you all down I will leave or if you need me to I can stay to Feed from you again until you are fully Satisfied...It's the absolute least I can do.
One Member that has helped me with my Mouth Training (as he put it) asked if there were anything else they could do to help even more...
I said actually there is if you feel up to it...
What I need you to do is just before you Cum, you need to get up and Make me swallow your entire load, not letting me move until every drop has gone....Now there are a number of ways you can do this...
You can hold my head with both hands and head Fu ck me untill you cum holding my head tight till you are fully empty.
You can make me lean with my head on the Wall so I'm pinned and do the same or
If you have a high bed or Sofa Edge or even on the Sofa, use the same method to pin me down.....
Alternatively get on top in the 69 position and fill me up that way....
In fact if you do the reverse 69 you can practically hold my head still, keeping you Co ck stuck in my mouth untill empty.
I'm sure there are many more ways but this would really help with my training if you could please....
The only other help would be if time permitting you make me Feed from you Twice..
Booking me in for several visits a week can also help... If you feel up to it and don't mind me Swallowing every time... I understand fully if this is asking too much.... Xx

I need my whole body worshipped with someone's tounge

Anyone want to talk please message me id love to see your beautiful bodys poking out of your outfit, also i have photos to share that wont upload and we can talk about whatever you want no matter how twisted you can get ill match the energy hope someone takes me up on this, love you girls

The Pink Satin Shift

At sixty-five, I had long since stopped pretending that my wardrobe was entirely conventional.
I was a chunky, mature man with a generous beer belly, broad middle and the sort of five-o'clock-shadow beard that seemed to appear before lunchtime. Crossdressing wasn't something I had suddenly discovered in later life. It was simply something I enjoyed, and over the years I had become quite comfortable wearing feminine clothes whenever the mood took me.
That morning, however, I hadn't intended to dress up at all.
I was volunteering at the charity shop.
After making myself a cup of tea, I started sorting through the mountain of donation bags that had accumulated in the back room. Clothes were everywhere: coats, jumpers, trousers, dresses and blouses, all waiting to be inspected, priced and put onto the rails.
Then I found it.
Pink satin.
I pulled the garment from the bag and watched the fabric catch the light.
It was magnificent.
The blouse had enormous sleeves, gathered cuffs and an almost comically large collar. Buttons ran down the front. Beneath it was a matching long skirt, cut generously enough to accommodate a substantial middle.
I held the pieces against myself.
The pink satin looked particularly striking against my greyish five-o'clock shadow.
I grinned.
"Oh, that's going to be difficult to put on the rail."
I knew myself too well.
A few minutes later I was standing in front of the changing-room mirror.
The outfit fitted surprisingly well.
The satin blouse stretched comfortably across my ample belly, while the long skirt fell almost to my ankles. The enormous collar sat around my neck, making my face and beard look even more conspicuously masculine by contrast.
I turned sideways.
There was absolutely no disguising my shape.
My belly was still there.
My stocky shoulders were still there.
My beard was still there.
I was unmistakably a sixty-five-year-old man.
But I was also wearing an extravagant pink satin outfit.
And I rather liked the sight.
I smoothed the satin over my stomach and laughed quietly.
"Well, you're certainly not going to blend into the background today."
I decided to wear it for my shift.
When I walked out onto the shop floor, one of the other volunteers looked up from arranging a display.
She paused.
Then she smiled.
"That's rather fabulous."
"I found it in the donations."
"You didn't put it on the rail?"
"I thought I'd test it first."
We both laughed.
And that was that.
The shop opened.
Customers began arriving.
I stood behind the till with my beard, chunky frame and very obvious beer belly wrapped in shimmering pink satin, and somehow it felt completely natural.
The outfit swished around my ankles whenever I moved.
The sleeves puffed dramatically whenever I reached for the scanner.
And every time I leaned across the counter, the satin caught the overhead lights and produced a bright, unmistakable sheen.
I noticed people looking.
Nobody seemed particularly bothered.
One woman smiled and said, "I love your blouse."
"Thank you," I replied. "It's a charity-shop discovery."
She laughed.
"Of course it is."
I carried on serving her.
There was something wonderfully ordinary about the whole situation. The till beeped. Customers queued. Donations arrived. Someone asked where the handbags were. Someone else wanted Gift Aid information.
And there I was, doing exactly what I normally did, except that I was doing it in head-to-toe pink satin.
My reflection occasionally appeared in the glass beside the till.
Every time I saw it, I smiled.
The pink satin exaggerated everything about me rather than hiding it. My round belly gave the blouse a wonderfully full shape. My beard remained plainly visible beneath that enormous collar. My mature face looked completely at odds with the sugary pink fabric.
And somehow that was precisely what I enjoyed.
I wasn't trying to look twenty-five.
I wasn't trying to pretend to be someone else.
I was simply a sixty-five-year-old man who enjoyed crossdressing and happened to have discovered an absolutely glorious vintage-looking satin outfit in a donation bag.
By the afternoon, I'd completely settled into it.
A regular customer came to the till with several books.
"You're looking very cheerful today."
"I've discovered pink satin," I told him.
He looked me up and down.
"Clearly."
We both laughed.
When closing time finally arrived, I stood behind the till while the last customer left.
The shop became quiet.
I looked down at myself.
Pink satin.
Huge collar.
Long skirt.
Chunky mature body.
Beer belly.
Five-o'clock shadow.
Sixty-five years old.
I shook my head and smiled.
I couldn't put it out on the racks for sale.
I rang up the price and put the money in the till.
What had started as a donation waiting to be sorted had become the outfit I'd worn for an entire shift.
And as I carefully folded the satin that evening, I found myself wondering what other treasures might be hiding in tomorrow's donation bags.