I absolutely love my green 80s bridesmaid dress over my hooped petticoat!

Mmmmm its so fun to walk around in my huge vintage bridesmaid dress!

Who would like to be a sissy bride?

A number of years ago, I walked into a small back street Charity Shop on the edge of town. I wasn’t really looking for anything specific just browsing, killing time, letting my eyes wander over the racks the way I always did when I felt that familiar restless itch under my skin. Then I saw it. Hanging slightly askew on a padded hanger near the back wall, half-hidden behind a row of sensible navy blazers, was a floor-length satin bridal gown. Ivory, not stark white. The bodice was structured but not boned, the skirt a gentle A-line that flared softly rather than ballooning into tulle insanity. A modest neckline. Delicate lace overlay on the shoulders and upper chest. And pinned to the hanger was the tag: Size 32 Worn once £49. My heart gave a hard, guilty thud. I’m a UK 18" collar with a 50" chest in men’s shirts. But dresses… dresses measure differently. Especially wedding dresses. Especially ones made to accommodate curves most people would call “plus size.” I glanced around. The shop was quiet. An older woman with silver hair was sorting bric-a-brac at the counter; a younger volunteer early twenties, purple streaks in her hair was steaming something in the corner. I lifted the gown off the rail. The satin felt cool and liquid against my palms. Heavy in the right way. I carried it toward the changing cubicle like I was smuggling contraband. “Would you like to try it on, love?” the silver-haired woman called out. Her voice was kind, matter-of-fact. No trace of surprise or judgement. I froze for half a second. “Yes please,” I managed. My voice sounded smaller than usual. She smiled. “Curtain’s already drawn back there. Take your time. Shout if you need a hand with the zip.” The cubicle was narrow, just a full-length mirror screwed to the wall, a single hook, and a thin beige curtain that didn’t quite reach the floor. I hung the dress on the hook and stripped quickly out of my jeans, hoodie, socks, boxers, down to bare skin that already felt too warm, too alive. My **** was already half-hard just from touching the fabric, from the sheer improbability of this moment. I reached into the pocket of my discarded jeans on the floor and found the condom I always carried now just in case. Fingers trembling, I tore the packet, rolled the latex down over my throbbing length, making sure the reservoir tip was positioned correctly. The relief of containment was immediate. No stains. No evidence. Just secret, pulsing heat trapped safely inside. I stepped into the gown. The skirt whispered up my calves, over my thighs. I pulled it past my hips slowly, carefully and the satin glided over the soft roundness of my belly without catching. I tugged the bodice up over my chest. The cups were generously cut, there was room. Actual room. I reached behind and found the long invisible zip. It slid up smoothly, no resistance, no straining. When I let my arms drop, the dress settled around me like it had been waiting. I looked in the mirror. The reflection showed someone soft and full and blushing furiously beneath ivory satin. The modest neckline framed the gentle swell of my chest and the faint shadow of cleavage created by the way the bodice pushed everything together. My hips looked wide and womanly beneath the smooth fall of fabric. My belly made a soft, proud curve against the front of the skirt. I turned sideways. The line from back to front was lush, generous, unapologetic. It fit. It actually fit. A small, involuntary whimper escaped me. I heard footsteps outside the curtain. “Everything alright in there?” It was the younger volunteer this time. I swallowed. “Yes. Um… could you, could you maybe check the zip? Just to make sure it’s all the way up?” The curtain parted a few inches. She peeked in, eyes widening for only a heartbeat before her face softened into a genuine smile. She stepped inside careful, professional and fastened the tiny hook-and-eye at the top of the zip I hadn’t been able to reach. Her fingers were gentle. “There. Perfect. It’s like it was made for you.” I couldn’t speak. My **** was fully hard now, straining painfully against the satin lining. A bead of pre-cum had already escaped and I could feel the slippery warmth of it against the inside of the dress. I smoothed the front of the skirt with both hands. The satin gleamed under the fluorescent light. I looked sill looked like a bloke in a dress. A big, soft, blushing, overweight very happy bride. When I finally stepped out, both women were waiting. “I’ll take it,” I said. Whilst the younger woman unhooked and unzipped me, the silver-haired woman rang it up. “£49. Cash or card, love?” I handed over my card. I left the Charity Shop with the dress folded carefully in a large carrier bag, the memory of satin against every inch of my skin still electric. And for the first time in years, I didn’t feel like I was hiding. I felt like I was finally beginning to find myself.

Mmmmm! I would love to go to a crossdresser party in this or be a bridesmaid!

Morning everyone! Just admiring my beautiful huge bridesmaid dress!

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Good evening, sweets

I want to take a moment to clarify something important about myself, honestly and openly. Deep down, I do wish that I could transition and live fully as a woman one day. That desire is real and has been with me for a long time. However, at this stage of my life, I also have to be realistic. Because of my age, potential medical and surgical risks, the complexities of hormone therapy, and the fact that so many people in my everyday life know me and relate to me as male, I don’t believe a full public transition is something I can truly pursue.

So for now—and likely for the foreseeable future—my feminine side expresses itself in more private ways. Crossdressing, embracing my sissy identity, and allowing myself to feel soft, feminine, and girlish happens in specific spaces and safe arenas, like this website. It’s not about shame; it’s about boundaries, safety, and navigating the world as it is, not as I wish it could be.

That said, I want to be very clear about one thing: I do love being perceived as feminine and being treated like a girl. Emotionally, relationally, and romantically, that’s where my heart lives. Because of that, I am not looking for a fellow sissy, crossdresser, or trans girl as a romantic partner or spouse. I respect them deeply, and I’m absolutely open to friendship and community with them—but romantically, I want to be the girl.

In a relationship, I want to be the feminine partner. In a marriage, I want to be the bride.

I am attracted exclusively to men—very masculine men. Broad shoulders, solid chest, bear-like body hair, a deep voice, confidence, and a take-charge presence all make my heart flutter. I’m drawn to strength, grounding energy, and masculinity that feels protective and assured. That dynamic matters to me, both emotionally and romantically.

Thank you for taking the time to hear me out and understand where I’m coming from. I believe clarity is a form of kindness—to myself and to others.

Kisses,
Chrissy

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Always the bridesmaid….

This is another dress in my collection! A beautiful vintage bridesmaid dress! It feels so soft!

Good morning my dears! I love my 80s blue bridesmaid dress! The dress feels so smooth and soft! My hands were gently all over the huge full skirt! Feel like i want to cum! Mmmm

Morning everyone! Trying not to cum looking at my lovely vintage bridesmaid dress! Mmmmm

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

My reaction when my huge 80s bridesmaid dress arrived! Beautiful soft velvet bodice and very full skirt! Mmmmm was hard trying not to cum!

I just love my green 80s bridesmaid dress!

This is how much i love my vintage bridesmaid dress! I just also love holding it against me! You can probably tell by looking at the front of it how much i love it!

I love my green 80s bridesmaid dress with the petticoats!

I had a lovely feel of my beautiful 80s bridesmaid dress this morning! Didnt want to let it go but had to go to work! mmmmm

Im just relaxing in my huge bridesmaid dress! Sitting down feeling the silk against my chest and gently caressing the huge skirts! Such a beautiful sound!

I’ve been asked by my best girlfriend to be her bridesmaid (first person I shared my secret with) first dress, shoes arriving tomorrow, can’t wait to share and get your thoughts!? 6 weeks, I have so much to do and buy!

Absolutely love my soft satin bridesmaid dress! Makes me so want to cum in myself! even the thought of my new dress arriving is going to make me explode soon mmmmm

Just showing off my beautiful 80s bridesmaid dress!

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Definitely going to put on my huge vintage bridesmaid dress over my hooped petticoat in a while!

Good morning had a fun day yesterday dressed for a bride shoot.

Hi my dears! I was just wondering if there is any crossdresser conventions in the uk where it would be acceptable to wear my huge 80s victorian style bridesmaid dress?

Danielle, this is my wedding guest / mother of the bride outfit xx

Mmmmmm i just love sitting down feeling the huge full skirt of my huge bridesmaid dress while the huge petticoats brush against my legs and feet!

I am going to have a lie down and have a gentle feel of my huge vintage bridesmaid dress! Be hard not to cum!

I am indian bride & love it!

When I was young and Christmas approached I always looked forward to the Xmas specials on TV in the hope that I would see someone dressed in a fairy costume. Pink tights and glossy leotard, a floaty fairy skirt and pink satin slippers. It would almost make me cry to see someone in panto dressed like that for I just wanted to be the same. I never wanted to be the bride, I just wanted to be the fairy on top of the Christmas tree

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