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...

Oohhh! Its so fun wearing my beautiful vintage bridesmaid dress with a very full skirt over a hooped petticoat,so lovely to look down at the enormous full skirt as i walk! Mmmmmm

Im so looking forward to collecting my ruffled t hooped petticoat to wear under my favourite vintage bridesmaid dress,it will be so exciting to put on the dress then step into the petticoat and lift it up to my high waist then dropping the huge skirts of the dress over it then looking so huge and full,im so excited,just need tights next to feel the petticoats rub against them

Morning everyone! I love wearing my favourite vintage 80s bridesmaid dress!

I love this photo of me in my lovely purple bridesmaid dress,it is such a lovely material to feel and it has a beautiful enormous full skirt,it was lovely feeling the layers against my legs while feeling the huge full skirt!

Think i need to buy these alongside a new hooped petticoat and thick black tights to go with my huge red vintage bridesmaid dress mmmmm

I dont mind AI pictures as they are often obvious. My life went on a certain road, so I dress when I am on my own or with a friend, but 99% of the time I can't dress due to work and life. Crossdressing for me is exciting and part of that can be fantasy. I am never going to be going down the aisle in a gothic church with a beautiful bride so its nice to see the fantasy. Its also useful to virtually try on an outfit or explore how i may look in a fantastic sexy skirt from some fantasy art. So here are two fantasy shots for me to share x

Of course Beverly you can be my Wheelchair Bridesmaid, just dont upstage me on my big day

No Miss, I'm not the Mother of the Bride, I'm the Crossdressing Brother of the Bride.

Back in the "Billionaire's Pretend Bride" fantasy, I cought my maid trying my lipstick on during one of our parties

Hey Bitch, I'm not the Mother of the Bride, I'm the Motherfucking Brother of the Bride.

My favourite beautiful enormous vintage bridesmaid dresses!

I would love to be a bridesmaid in my favourite bridesmaid dress that i own!

The dress bridesmaid from vinted feels lovely

I love how wearing a bride dress feel

Abit of bride dressup ! In my veil and short pvc skirt giggles x
#pvcskaterskirt #pettiskirt #stockings #suspenders #highheels

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.

From Shy Boy to Dream Bride: My Crossdressing Story https://youtube.com/@leggyveronica #crossdresser #crossdressing #femboy #crossdressers #sissy #bride #nylon #heel

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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

http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/

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How many ex-partners is okay for your bride to have? Zero? Ten? A hundred? Be honest—comment your number! https://www.youtube.com/@LeggyVeronica #crossdresser #crossdressing #femboy #crossdressers #sissy #bride #nylon #heel

Always the bridesmaid….

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!

Crossdresser Veronica: RUNAWAY BRIDE in NYLONS Help Me StAy FrEE!!! On Youtube... https://youtube.com/shorts/4hn49iOOi3k?si=8fc13ANvdxyIaQZf #crossdresser #crossdressing #femboy #crossdressers #mtf #heels #nylon

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

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

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

#lingerie #bra #panties #weddinglingerie #bride #bridallingerie #bra #panties #lace #garter #garterbelt #stockings #heels #opentoeheels