How are my fellow crossdressers doing today?

I'm the queen of sph, you need to be humiliated be my to feel complete! Completely useless.#crossdressing #chastity sis #humiliated sissy #sissylover #sissy loser #sissy tasks #sissy caged #beta sissy #faggot sissy #sissy ferminization #sissy for bbc #panty

My ultimate fantasy is to have a hot good time with another crossdresser. Is it just me........?

I'm thinking of doing a live chat like the one i did about a year ago, me and about 5 other ladies just chatted about all things cross dressing and transitioning, it lasted about two hours, nothing sexual happened, i didnt show my bits, which i didnt intend to do anyway, if anyone would like to join me in the chat, you dont have your cam on, just type what you want to say, i will post in advance a time and night i will be doing the live chat xx

To the men who crossdress:

Would you let me kiss your feet and smell your sweaty heels?

#Sissyslut #SissyLifestyle #SissyHumiliation #SissyTraining #SissyLife #Crossdressing #Sissification #SissyCommunity #Feminization #GenderPlay #SissyMaid #SissyBoss #KinkyWorld

Ok, panic attack over. Resuming crossdressing and forget the word ‘purge’.

So debxoxo, you refer to all us cross dressing ladies as guys, so can I refer to you as 'a f#cking twat waffle'?

Awwwww! I would love to dress up with another crossdresser

https://youtu.be/U9AEnNERTss?si=N-7VFyjwIKgXP4QF

Am I gay if I sucked a man who crossdressed off?

Just a few from tonight! Yes, I have a beard! No, I'm not shaving it off! Yes, my wife knows I am a crossdresser and is totally fine with it! X

Unfortunately, I don't have the privilege or the guts to cross-dress and show my real face in public, but I hope one day I will. So I gave AI a recent photo of me and asked AI to feminize it in the slightest way. This is how AI feminized me, and I do believe it is at least 75% to 85% right.

Damn I cross dressed again. But - cheaper than therapy and much more fun!

Hello Girls! How y'all doing today?

A couple of the best pics from an impromptu dress-up sesh I had quite recently. Make-up wise, this was definitely not my best effort but I had fun regardless!
What do you's think? Be kind!!
#crossdresser #feminine #redhead

So who would be seriously interested in a kind of group meet up at LFF, I'm not interested in meeting for 'fun', has that is not what Leeds First Friday is about, I'm thinking maybe July, August, or September, i always book a room in a hotel for the night, i book, and check in has malcolm, then get changed has Megan, then book out has malcolm, LFF is fantastic, i have never seen so many Trans ladies and cross dressers in one night, there are so many bars and clubs to choose from, once you've been you'll want to go again

Hotel Crossdressing Changeaway

Morning ladies, need some advice! My wife (who I'm out to) told me last night that a few weeks ago she had told her sister & my other sister in law I was a crossdresser, gay & that we hadn't been physical for years. Certainly seen a change in how they have been with me recently so makes sense tbh. I feel I should talk to both of them but then the genie will truly be out of the bottle! Help!

I love coming across old pics

When i first started taking cross dressing seriously, as in not just for sexual gratification, i didnt even have a femme name, so i decided on a name that would sound good with my surname, so i chose Megan, Megan Roe (yes I'm on Farcebook), then i bought a variety of wigs, different colours, styles etc, picked the ones that suited me best, threw the rest, i then went and bought casual clothes, my makeup is ever growing, and I'm not too bad at it, and i still set myself goals however big and small for each month,

It's all for Charity, nothing to do with crossdressing when I'm on my own after hours stocktaking.

Came across an old photo

Are there any members in Perth, Australia?
I would love to catch up with other crossdressers in my area, but there doesn't seem to be a local community, not one that I can find

I’m gunna try to write a book on crossdressing.

A story about a boy that struggles to come to terms with it and a girl that it comes naturally to.

Might be the odd erotic encounter in it but mainly in the head!!

I’ll let you know!!

Are you really bored with crossdresser pictures? I need to know!

Another Charity CrossDressing Donation. Extremely Sissy

Sissy crossdresser sorting donations after hours in the charity shop, volunteering is so rewarding.

Friday 15th May I'll be in Nottingham for a girlie night out with other cross dressers, we do a pub crawl in the 'gay quarter' of ghe city centre, if anyone wants to come along youre more than welcome, its a vanilla event so dont expect any fun at the end of the night, open to ladies and admirers, i book into a hotel for the night, book in as male, get changed as Megan, go out and have a fantastic time, then book out as male, xx

Add me if we can chat about everything crossdressing

Anyone From Luton Who Want My Pakistani Wide Open #slut #gay #sissy #bottom #trans #exposed #whore #crossdress #ass #bbc #bwc #london #fyp

When your playing crimson desert game and you come across a pleated skirt outfit for Damiane character
#crimsondesert #pleatedskirt x fantastic game too x

I'm gonna have a great day today it's a bank holiday and my wife is working so I can be a horny cross-dresser today

I am sixty-five years old, and there are mornings when my bones creak like old floorboards, when the mirror offers me a face that has known too many winters. But there is also satin.

It begins there, always.

Not with the clothes people expect, not dresses or heels or anything loud, but with the quiet, shimmering certainty of a headscarf unfolded across my lap. Oversized. Generous. A full square of light, as if someone had captured a piece of dawn and stitched its edges.

I keep them in a pine ottoman chest at the foot of my bed. When I lift the lid, the faint scent of pine wood and time rises, mingling with the cool, whispering smoothness of fabric. They are stacked carefully: florals, paisleys, deep jewel tones, pale creams, even one the colour of storm clouds just before rain. Some are silk satin, impossibly soft, almost liquid. Others are polyester blends still glossy, still kind to the touch, but sturdier, as if meant for endurance.

I tell myself it began for practical reasons. Hair protection, I say. Friction reduction. At my age, what hair remains deserves gentleness. And it’s true the satin glides where cotton drags, it soothes where wool irritates. At night, when I wrap my head, I sleep more peacefully, my scalp free from the tug and dryness that used to wake me.

But that is only the surface of it.

The truth is, when I lift one of those oversized scarves sometimes a full 130 centimeters across it feels like lifting a veil between lives.

I was not always honest about who I was. For decades, I wore what was expected, spoke in the tones expected, moved through the world like a man following a script written long before I was born. There is a heaviness to that kind of living. It settles into your shoulders, your spine, your breath.

The first time I wrapped a satin headscarf around my head, I did it clumsily. I had watched videos, read guides. Fold into a triangle, they said. Bring the corners forward, tie at the nape or under the chin. Smooth the edges. Adjust.

I remember the colour deep burgundy, with a faint floral pattern that caught the light. When I tied it, the fabric slipped against itself with a soft hush, like a secret being kept.

And then I looked in the mirror.

I did not see a caricature. I did not see something absurd or theatrical. I saw softness. I saw a version of myself that had been waiting, patiently, beneath years of denial. The scarf framed my face, softened the lines, held me together in a way nothing else ever had.

Now, it is ritual.

In the mornings, I choose carefully. If I am staying in, I might select something large and enveloping a square so wide it can drape over my shoulders, falling like a shawl. Sometimes I wrap it turban style, tucking the ends neatly, letting the fabric build a quiet crown around my head. Other times, I let it hang loose, a triangle tied under my chin, like something out of an old photograph.

When I go out rarely, but more often than I used to, I choose patterns that feel like companions rather than disguises. A muted paisley. A soft, vintage floral. Nothing too bold, but never apologetic.

People look, of course. Some with curiosity, some with confusion. A few with kindness. I have learned to endure the rest. At sixty five, you realize that most people are too occupied with their own reflections to truly see yours.

At home, the scarves become more than adornment. They are utility, yes sleep caps, shoulder wraps, even something to tie around a bag handle for a touch of colour. But they are also comfort. When I feel the weight of years pressing too hard, I wrap one around my shoulders and sit by the window.

The satin catches the light differently at every hour. Morning makes it glow. Afternoon sharpens its sheen. Evening turns it into something softer, almost like memory.

Sometimes I run the fabric between my fingers, back and forth, feeling its smooth resistance, the way it refuses to snag or cling. It reminds me that gentleness can be strong. That something soft can endure.

I have more than I need. I know that. A drawer full, a chest full, a small collection that borders on obsession. There are handmade ones, with careful stitching at the edges. Reversible ones, satin on both sides, offering two moods in one piece. Silk feel ones that mimic luxury so well it hardly matters that they are not the real thing.

Each has a story, or at least a feeling attached to it. This one for sleepless nights. That one for quiet afternoons. Another for the rare courage of stepping outside as I am.

I do not pretend that a headscarf changes everything. The world is still the world. My body is still heavy, my steps still slow, my past still filled with compromises I cannot undo.

But when I tie that satin around my head, something aligns.

The fabric smooths not just my hair, but something deeper something that has always been frayed. It holds me, gently but firmly, in a shape that feels right.

And for a little while, that is enough.

Lovely day yesterday. Had a massage with a cross dresser-erotic and satisfying-which, in my opinion also applies to this lovely photo!

Hey there Girls! How's y'all doing?
So I haven't been on here in a little while... I've been too busy turning 40, going on a cruise with my amazing partner and getting my own IRL Business off the ground. Exciting times!!!

I've been meaning for ages to jump back on here and keep my journey going, hopefully I can now a bit more. I've missed you! Well...some off you...maybe?

Here are a few more from my dress-sesh from last month, which seems so long ago now.
Was I on my 3rd bottle of wine here? I dunno (I'm sure I only bought two), but at this point I think I realized my bum looked pretty good in this skirt so was bending over a LOT more! Make of that what you will

Send some love or a comment if you like 'em. Hopefully I can be more active now...got some exciting things to post soon!
Much Love,
Rhiann
#crossdresser #crossdressing #miniskirt #femboy

Good morning my dears! Anyone getting a chance to crossdress today?

looking for young cross dresser
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Just woke up at stupid o'clock way too early and thought I'd take this photo outside my patio doors before the neighbors all wake up and look out of their bedroom windows to see the sissy crossdresser out in his/her garden.

From the previous post of "Sunday morning, off out to church, what to wear? Shirt and tie, sensible trousers and shoes or full blown sissy crossdresser with satin and silks in a long flowing gown? What would the Pastor advise?" Hey if the Pastor can wear a Liturgical long robe and vestments, why can't I wear my Spring finery?

Sunday morning, off out to church, what to wear? Shirt and tie, sensible trousers and shoes or full blown sissy crossdresser with satin and silks in a long flowing gown? What would the Pastor advise?

A MaleToFemale (MTF) Photographic Studio Visual.
Becoming Femme and Feminizing as my alter ego model Valentina Valentine.
Hair & Make-Up ready.
Love the skin you’re in.
Being androgynous is not a sin.
Please enjoy. Comments are always welcome.

#transfluid #femboy #mtftransition #femboycosplay #maletofemale #crossdresserslut #crossdressermodel #crossdressing #crossdresser #femboylegs #femboyheaven #transworld #justcrossdressers #transpinupgirl #Androgyny #femmeworld #pridemonth

just me in the pic. what everyone up to tonight? i'm dying my hair black for the first time in years!
and yeah, going to get cross dressed up after, will share of course

some crossdressers from back a few years

Hi everyone,its Friday! Hope your all managing to crossdress today!

My new Bra #womenia
#crossdressing
#sissy

Pink is a colour of warmth, compassion, and playfulness. Pink has captured hearts and imaginations across centuries and continents, from delicate blush tones to vibrant magenta. Whether used to express romance, or charm, pink remains one of the most emotionally resonant colours.

I am a very happy sissy crossdresser with this bargain of the day, I could not believe this double layer satin and chiffon bow blouse dress had been donated to the local charity shop and only priced at £1.50 in the red cross sale, why had nobody snapped it up even at its original price.

I love Crossdresser! Very pleasant! Cute!

At 65, I've spent decades as a transvestite sissy crossdresser, keeping my feminine side tucked away like a guilty secret for most of my life. Skirts, stockings, heels, and lacy things brought me a private thrill and a soft kind of peace, but they also came with shame and isolation. Then volunteering stepped in first in drab male clothes at a local charity shop and quietly cracked the door open to something more. Over time, the idea of exploring crossdressing while volunteering became a gentle, thrilling possibility that blended my two worlds: giving back to the community while letting my sissy self breathe a little in public. Crossdressing and volunteering intersect in beautiful, sometimes nerve wracking ways. Many of us in the crossdressing community already love charity shops and thrift stores they're treasure troves for affordable feminine clothes, vintage dresses, silky blouses, and heels that fit just right without breaking the bank. Shopping there "en drab" (in male presentation) is common and relatively low-pressure; staff rarely bat an eye at a man browsing the women's section, especially if you're polite and purposeful. But taking the next step volunteering while presenting as your feminine self feels like leveling up. It turns the shop into a stage where you can practice being seen, contribute meaningfully, and feel the quiet joy of service wrapped in the fabric that makes you feel most alive. Sorting donations, steaming garments, arranging displays tasks that already feel creative and domestic become even more satisfying when you're doing them in a skirt or blouse that matches the very items on the rails. There's a special little rush when you handle a pretty dress that might have been perfect for your own collection, knowing it's going to help someone else while you get to embody your softer side in a purposeful setting. For many of us older sissies, volunteering offers a gentle way to ease into public expression without the intensity of a full "night out." Charity shops tend to attract kind, community minded people older volunteers, mums, young folks gaining experience, and all sorts in between. The environment is often forgiving and focused on the work rather than on you. Conversations flow naturally over pricing or styling, and you can let your feminine mannerisms show a bit more without forcing anything. It builds confidence the same way my early drab shifts did: through small interactions, teamwork, and the satisfaction of helping keep good clothes out of landfill while raising funds for worthy causes. Of course, it's not without its layers. Some days you might worry about being read, or about awkward questions, or simply about whether the team will accept you. Experiences vary some places are wonderfully inclusive, especially those with ties to causes or progressive areas, while others might feel more traditional. Starting small helps: perhaps a short shift, a subtle feminine touch, nail polish, a unisex but feminine top, or even volunteering at events or organizations where crossdressing is more normalized. I've heard of crossdressers volunteering at community fundraisers, helping at pride related drives, or even assisting in thrift based events where dressing up adds to the fun and visibility. The mental health side is profound. Volunteering already combats loneliness, builds purpose, teaches skills, and creates real connections benefits that feel amplified when you're expressing your authentic self. For a sissy crossdresser like me, it bridges the gap between private indulgence and public living. That hidden part of me stops feeling like a shameful secret and starts feeling like a valid contribution to the world. The social aspect eases isolation in a way therapy alone never quite could; you're valued for your helpfulness, your eye for display, your patience with customers. And yes, there's that extra layer of thrill spotting a gorgeous bargain while wearing something pretty yourself, or feeling the swish of a skirt as you move between racks. Looking back, exploring crossdressing in volunteering has been one of the most rewarding paths for many of us. It doesn't demand you "come out" dramatically; it lets you integrate gradually, at your own pace. Some stay fully en femme for shifts and find warm acceptance. Others mix presentations or keep it subtle. Either way, it fosters growth: more confidence, better social skills, a deeper sense of purpose, and often a surprising amount of quiet support from people who simply see a kind volunteer doing good work. If you're a fellow crossdresser reading this whether you're 25 or 75 consider it. Start by shopping at charity shops to build familiarity, then explore volunteering opportunities. Talk to managers openly if it feels right; many are pragmatic and welcoming when you frame it as wanting to contribute.

My favorites activities are such as follows: bondage, cross dressing, feminization, femdom, sissification, dominant , chastity, lingeries, stockings, and more.

Are you angry at me, Anna.89, on two of my posts, or at someone who ignores the rules and brings the site, crossdressers and trans women into disrepute and makes everyone's lives less convenient, less pleasant? If at me, may i suggest you go find a porn site that caters to you, there are plenty which aren't intended to be a *social* network for crossdressing and trans women, with much laxer rules. It looks as though you've blocked me, so my assumption is that you're only here to perve, of course.