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 Chrissy on the Hillcrest Bus The bus hissed as it opened its doors on University Avenue, right in the heart of Hillcrest, San Diego’s famous gay neighborhood. I climbed aboard, heart racing a little faster than usual. On the outside I was in my “boy clothes” — plain pants, a simple shirt — but underneath I was my secret self: Chrissy Marie Tunnell. Pink floral panties hugged my smooth hips, a matching bra cupped my chest, and tiny flashes of trans-colored jewelry — a ring, a dangling earring — shimmered in the afternoon light. I wasn’t fully comfortable living openly as a girl yet, but I loved leaving little clues for anyone observant enough to notice. As I walked down the aisle, I felt eyes on me. One man’s gaze dropped to where the pink waistband of my panties peeked above my pants. Another tilted his head just enough to catch the faint outline of my bra straps beneath the thin cotton of my shirt. My jewelry glinted when the bus jolted, and I knew they’d seen the colors. Their eyes followed me hungrily as I slid into a seat halfway down. Even the bus driver, watching through the mirror, licked his lips and adjusted in his chair. “Hey…” one man finally said, his voice a mix of awe and lust. “You’re Chrissy… the trans model, aren’t you?” My cheeks burned, but I gave a shy smile. “Yes.” A low whistle came from the back. “Damn. You should take those clothes off.” I laughed nervously, shaking my head. “I can’t here…” Then the driver’s voice, gravelly but warm, floated down the aisle: “It’s okay. I won’t say anything.” His eyes met mine in the mirror, daring me. A shiver ran through me. My body trembled with a mix of nerves and arousal as I stood up slowly, the bus swaying beneath my feet. I grabbed the metal pole for balance, slipped off my shirt one button at a time, and slid my pants down my thighs. Gasps and murmurs spread as I revealed my pink bra and panties, smooth legs, and the bulge already straining with need. “Goddamn…” someone whispered. I posed for them, turning so they could see the curve of my ass, bending just enough to make my cheeks round and full under the thin fabric. I arched my back, running my hands down my torso, teasing myself for their eyes. The air hummed with catcalls and whistles, every sound feeding my arousal. I felt powerful. Desired. Exposed. The driver adjusted his mirror again, his eyes glued to me. My cock twitched inside my panties, leaking, the wet spot spreading. A chorus of moans and encouragement filled the bus as I spread my legs, cupped myself through the silky fabric, and let them watch my face flush and my chest rise and fall with each deep breath. I was their show, their Chrissy, their secret goddess on wheels. Chrissy’s Bus Show – The Climax The bus swayed along the road, but I barely noticed. Every set of eyes was on me — hungry, wide, devouring. I stood in the aisle in nothing but my pink floral bra and panties, my smooth skin glistening under the fluorescent lights, my cock straining the damp satin. “Do it, Chrissy,” someone whispered, voice husky with need. “Yes… show us,” another begged. The encouragement hit me like waves of heat. I hooked my thumbs under the band of my panties, tugged them tight against my bulge, and let out a trembling gasp. My cock pulsed, the wet spot spreading. The riders groaned, some openly rubbing themselves as they watched. I spread my legs wider, arched my back, and cupped myself through the silky fabric. The friction was maddening. My hips bucked, the panties darkening with each spurt of precum. “God, look at you,” the bus driver moaned from the mirror, his knuckles white on the wheel. The passengers cheered me on, clapping, catcalling, shouting my name. “Chrissy! Chrissy!” I slid one hand up my chest, over my flat stomach, to my bra — tugging at the cups, making my nipples stand hard under the lace. My other hand rubbed furiously over the soaked bulge, grinding, stroking, teasing myself to the edge. The entire bus rocked with my moans. My thighs quivered, my lips parted, sweat dripping down my temples. I was lost in it, lost in them, lost in the rush of being seen. Then it hit. “Ahhh—!” My body seized, cock jerking uncontrollably as I came hard in my panties. Hot, sticky release poured out, soaking the pink fabric, running down my thighs. Gasps and cheers filled the air, some passengers clapping, others moaning with me as if they’d climaxed, too. (continued in comments below): -Chrissy

Sitting here alone wearing a satin thong and matching bra heels with ankle straps a black blouse with a short red Minnie skirt, I've just put on fake nails and makeup and wig, I feel so sexy, and I want someone to share the experience with, yeah would love to be submissive and be a discreet gurl for the right person xxx

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!

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

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

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

Unraveling the Thread: How Clothing Has Been Used to Subjugate Women—and Why That’s Changing By Chrissy Why do women have to cover their chests while men can go shirtless in public? It’s a question that may seem simple—but carries profound implications about gender, power, and control. What we wear has never been neutral. Clothing is one of the most immediate ways society tells us who we are, or who we’re allowed to be. And when it comes to gender, clothing has been weaponized—especially against women—for centuries. But this isn’t just about history. It’s about lived experience. It’s personal. My Own Journey Through the Fabric of Gender As someone still exploring my own gender identity, this topic isn’t abstract. I was always a little more feminine than masculine, even as a child. For years, I repressed it—hiding behind "boy clothes" and what society expected of me. But in time, especially through the support of loving partners and close relationships, I came to embrace not only my homosexuality but something even deeper: the truth of my transgender identity. I am a woman—a female self long trapped in a male body. Though I firmly believe clothing shouldn't define gender—because gender identity is internal, not sartorial—clothing still does carry that symbolic weight in our world today. And so, until I find the strength to publicly transition, I express my femininity in the ways that are available to me now: I wear bras and female underwear every day in secret beneath my outwardly masculine clothing. In private, I allow myself to wear skirts, dresses, lingerie, and the soft, beautiful fabrics that make me feel aligned with my true self. It’s not about performance. It’s about presence. It’s about reclaiming what was always mine. The History of Clothing as a Tool of Gender Control To understand how we got here, we must look back. Clothing began as a means of protection. But from early civilization onward, it evolved into a tool of social stratification—and eventually, a means of gender control. Ancient societies created strict visual codes for women, emphasizing modesty, submission, and containment. While men wore tunics or armor suited for movement, battle, and public life, women were wrapped, tied, bound, and veiled. The message was clear: men moved freely through the world. Women did not. In medieval and early modern Europe, this dichotomy hardened. Men's clothing was practical. Women’s clothing was restrictive, ornate, and often uncomfortably symbolic. Corsets, crinolines, and hoop skirts made running, fighting, or even breathing difficult. These garments weren’t just fashion—they were cages. If you were wearing a dress, you weren’t riding into battle. You weren’t speaking in court. You weren’t commanding an army or a kingdom. You were ornamental. You were controlled. Modesty, the Female Chest, and the Double Standard These patterns persist today—nowhere more clearly than in the sexualization of the female chest. The fact that a man can walk down the street shirtless without a second glance, while a woman can be arrested for doing the same, speaks volumes. This isn’t about modesty. It’s about power and shame. The female chest has been hyper-sexualized while simultaneously shrouded in taboo. This serves to objectify women and punish them at the same time. Even breastfeeding in public is controversial in many places—seen not as natural or maternal, but as obscene. This double standard is part of a larger system that says women must be desirable but modest, visible but not too loud, strong but not threatening. And clothing is the vehicle through which these contradictory demands are enforced. 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. To be continued in next post... Love, Chrissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #CD #gurl #sissy #sissyboy #trans #tgirl #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #ladyboy #femboy #shemale

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I am wearing a bra, black panties and a black mini skirt today. My wife is out of it. It feels great. I really like the necklace.

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About “Shemale Chrissy” Hello everyone, I want to introduce myself and share a little bit of my story with you. This is a space where I can express who I am—openly, honestly, and without shame. I’m still exploring parts of my identity, learning more about myself every day, and I hope to find friends, support, and maybe even a sense of belonging along the way. I want to clarify that I mean no offense to biological women. I deeply respect the struggles and experiences they have faced and continue to face. I acknowledge that I will never fully understand what it feels like to be a woman from birth, nor can I claim to have experienced that journey firsthand. That said, I’ve always felt more feminine than masculine and genuinely enjoy being perceived as a woman. Given my age, I don’t believe I can—or want to—fully transition or live as a woman full time. In truth, I may simply be a crossdresser who expresses their femininity in ways that make them feel whole. What matters to me is being able to embrace and live that side of myself authentically, even if it isn’t “traditional.” I also want to be honest about the terms I use to describe myself. I sometimes refer to myself as a “sissy” or a “shemale,” among other words. I mean no offense by these labels—they’re simply part of how I’m exploring my identity and finding language that fits me. Sometimes I use filters or soft edits in photos—not to trick anyone—but to help me live out a personal dream or fantasy, even just digitally. It’s for me, a way to see myself as I’ve always imagined. I like showing off and receiving compliments on my body. Growing up, I never really got that kind of positive attention, and expressing this side of me now is both empowering and healing. Recently, I’ve also realized that I want to showcase this part of myself more openly—perhaps even as a model. For me, this isn’t just performance; it’s a way to claim my identity and celebrate my femininity with confidence. Yes, some of the content I create and share is adult or pornographic in nature. I understand that’s not for everyone, and I respect that. But for me, it’s an expression of pride, sensuality, and self-love. More than anything, I’m here to find friends, support, and community—to connect, share experiences, and network with people who understand or want to learn. Thank you for your understanding and support. ❤️#crossdresser #shemale #sissy #lgbtq #nsfw #crossdressing #gay #trans #gurl #bio #transgirl #tgirl #transwoman #transgender

Oh no, I've done it again 😱 I've bought more shoes 👠 Oooops 🥰 So much for not buying anymore clothes and shoes 🤯 For those interested the brand is Even&Odd. I've Bought them from Zalando and they are available upto size 10.5

I present, androgynously, my materially comfortable and very elegantly draped Dewewan accordion pleated faux leather midi skirt. It is complemented by a polo/turtle neck pullover, a gold Lupai Wristwatch/Bracelet and Vancy open toe Kitten heeled ankle shoes:

Absolutely love wearing bras and dresses lol

Uk here, cant explain the feeling when sitting here wearing a pink bra, dress and pink ladies cardigan! Needed to say that out loud lol!

Summer 2021, was advised by my friends.... Laura.... you really need to start wearing a bra! So I got measured up, and I couldn't believe my first bra was a ..... 38C!

I present, androgynously, my elegant White She midi dress with a starry mesh patchwork, which is complemented by clip-on Crystal Silver Rhinestone Earrings and a CANSNOW analogue Bracelet/Wristwatch:

Good day everyone. Today I am modeling an outfit that was given to me as a gift. I really like this sports wear, the look. Light Blue is me today. Hope you all like seeing me in it. 🥰 ---- My bra is a Jockey Brand - is slightly padded. Really love how it feels and would highly recommend to my girlfriends.

Well I've just spent 3 hours on Ebay looking for stockings! Fiore of course! I found 3 designs I liked, ordered 2 of one design and one each of the other two. I want a new bra too, but I don't have another 3 hours tonight to look for one! 🤣🤣🤣😍💋💋

Hey girly babes… I’ve got a little lingerie confession 😈 I love slipping into silky panties and bras and letting my girly side take over. It turns me on, makes me feel powerful, soft, and deliciously naughty. Now I’m thinking of going shopping for lingerie — in person, for myself, no shame, no excuses. Have you ever done that? What’s the sexiest piece you’ve bought just for you? Spill the tea, I need courage… and maybe a little inspiration 💋

New bra 🥰

Procurando algumas amiguinhas (e amiguinhos) aqui do Brasil, principalmente do Rio. ❤️

Anyone for a corset bra?

Just so you know... if you post pics with your actual, non-AI, non-FarceApp face you'll automatically get a Love Vote from me for having the bravery and honesty to put yourself out there xxx I hope others will do the same xxx

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One of these days I'm gonna release the full set for these but just uploading one as a mini celebration. Started this journey at March of this year and weighing in at 100 kg. For a 5'8" guy, I had not realized how perilous that was and recently having connected with my urge to crossdress, getting fit seemed like a good fit. For a while now, it just seemed I had hit a 80kg wall. Good progress for sure but I've been aiming for 73kg as the soft target for health but stretching that to 64kg for figure purposes. Well, now for the first time in a while, finally hit sub-80 at 79.55kg. Pretty sure it's just the first fluctuation but I'm elated my efforts seem to be working. Now for those next 7kg and further to come! ❤️‍🔥

Does anyones wife know the detail of their sissy and how did they embrace that or not!

A quick view of my Sissy talents. I'm seriously expected to practice My makeup every day, I only own panties now and I stuff my matching bra. I'm very sensitive to your touch. Never touch myself, ladies must act properly.

I am posting this here as a challenge to myself. It's only been lately I embraced my liking of crossdressing. Previously I had the body for it but not the clarity of mind. After COVID, I had gained an unhealthy amount of weight and now the clothes that I want to look good wearing don't look too good. Gave this white number a try and well, you see the results. Granted, a corset does wonders but I want to be able to wear skimpier, more effeminate things outside of a corset. So, I am marking the date this photo was taken: August 22 and marking the progress I get from here on out, help me stay motivated to keep working towards that target 65 kg. weight. I think at least most of the body is well shaped, but that waist, oof. Guess I should call this outfit the fertility goddess. Haha Either way, hope people who peep this photo can stand a less than optimal build for crossdressing. It is an in-between bod for now and I am working on, improving and getting it to where it should look great.

Im sorry for the late reply. I've been stressed, it was a long week at work. I finally got to strip down to my bra and panties and go out

I just bought a bra and blackmail color. It feels very sexy and comfortable.

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Trying to keep my sanity by looking through the pictures on my phone So sharing again. These are a gorgeous pair of shoes from my collection and i love wearing them. I have them in both Pink and Purple. The brand is Even&Odd and they were bought from Zalando.

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New bra and thong. And stockings 😋

Alrighty i just love stripping down to my bra and panties with fishnet leggings and heels in public. Who wants ant to go on a lingerie drive with me? Feel free to DM

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I'm so horny but on my sexy shiny stretches satin panty sexy hot pink see-through bra playing besides my panties high on my hips and grinding against the material I'm ready for another man in sexy lingerie to cum play with me

Just tried this on, Brand new dress for AliEx, a bit short, a bit cheap, and a bit slutty! Would I risk wearing it out to the bingo?? 🤣🤣🤣💋💋

Skirt, bra and stockings

Love that feeling when putting on a bra and dress lol

Once long ago in times misty swirl, A little boy wanted to grow up a girl, The years and time slowly went by, His dream was lost he wanted to cry, Then one day right out of the blue, He suddenly realised what he had to do, Swap his shirt for a very short skirt, Buy foundation, give it a squirt, Powder, lipstick and eyeshadow too, Now some stockings and high heeled shoe, A blonde wig, breasts and nails all brand new, At last a pretty girl was there on view, Alas the dream was all locked away, In the closet his girl had to stay, To face the world had been her intent, But when she tried her nerve always went, Then one day the urge was to great, She opened the door, walked out of the gate, She wanted to yell, shout it out loud, Look at me I'm female and proud.