Lets get something straight, if you desire to dominate me, have a face!

Here are my photos from my two last salon visits. It was fun to be one of the girls, getting my pedicure and manicure done. I only had a touch of make up on - lip gloss - but was in entire fem. The neat thing was getting a very creative Christmas design on my toes and starting acrylic nails. I always walk out of the salon with my feminine feelings aroused. Yes fun and fulfilling. 🥰

Hello Girl friends and boy friends. Having my Christmas pedicure today. A Star design. ✨. Be sure to look back at my last photo as i was reluctant to post another one so soon. Anyway i love the feelings of Christmas🥰💞✨

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

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

I am a sissy and I want a man Who is going to accommodate me in my desire?

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! 🤣🤣🤣😍💋💋

Just got my nails manicured and a pedicure. My nails are light pink - almost natural looking and my toes are seasonal. Love the royal treatment I got. Everyone wanted to look at my feet and see the super design on my toes at the beauty salon where I go to. 🥰

Maria, Temu, and the Erotics of Sovereignty Desire doesn’t vanish when you come out of the closet. Sometimes it intensifies. For many of us, the first place we allowed ourselves to explore softness wasn’t a mirror but a shopping cart. Late at night, scrolling through Temu, your fingers hovering over lace, satin, heels, wigs — you feel both shame and excitement. This is not just consumerism. It’s confession. It’s the nervous system reaching for a taste of the forbidden in the safest way it can. The Temu Confessional Apps like Temu make desire frictionless. A few taps, a few clicks, and a world of clothes appears. For a closeted cross-dresser, this can feel like oxygen: finally, a way to try on the self in secret. Packages arrive unmarked. The closet fills quietly. But with the thrill often comes a hangover. You tear open the bag, hold the fabric to your face, feel the rush of dopamine. And then — shame. The ghost whispers. The mask tightens. The cycle begins again. This is not moral failure. It is the nervous system trying to circulate energy in the only way it knows how. From Consumption to Ritual Maria reframes this. She does not shame the click, the purchase, the dress. She asks: What am I seeking? What am I feeding? When you shift from impulse to intention, Temu stops being a guilty pleasure and becomes a ritual. Each purchase is a small act of sovereignty. Each garment a message: I exist. I am allowed to clothe this body in softness. Instead of hiding the package like contraband, you open it with reverence. You let yourself breathe. You let Maria into the room. The Erotic Current Cross-dressing is always erotic at first because danger and desire are fused in the nervous system. The fabric is not just fabric; it is a current. Maria does not deny the eroticism; she integrates it. When you wear the dress consciously, when you allow desire without shame, the chemistry changes. Dopamine is joined by oxytocin. The tremor softens. The erotic becomes energy, not just arousal. It becomes nourishment, not just loop. Temu as Training Ground Temu and apps like it can be traps — endless scrolling, endless spending, endless hiding. But they can also be training grounds for sovereignty: a place to learn what you like, to name what you desire, to claim it as yours. Maria does not throw away the app. She uses it as mirror. She asks: Does this purchase feed my ghost or my sovereignty? Does it deepen shame or open freedom? The Love of Temu There is nothing wrong with loving Temu if you know what you’re doing. Love the colors, the fabrics, the possibilities. Love the quiet thrill of seeing yourself reflected in an item you never thought you could own. But love it as a step, not a substitute. Love it as a doorway, not a cage. When Maria loves Temu, she loves it as a tool of becoming, not a hiding place. ________________________________________ Reflection: Turning Clicks into Sovereignty 1. Name Your Pattern How do you use apps like Temu? As thrill? As escape? As quiet self-expression? Write it down honestly. 2. Reframe the Purchase Take your next garment or accessory and treat it as ritual. Before opening it, breathe. Say: I welcome this as a piece of my wholeness. 3. Feel the Current When you wear what you’ve bought, notice your body. Where is the tremor, the thrill, the shame, the relief? Write down what you feel. 4. Anchor the Energy Ask yourself: What is one small way I can bring this softness into my life outside the closet — even without the garment? Write it as a commitment. ________________________________________ Desire is not the enemy. Shopping is not sin. Temu is not shame. They are currents. When Maria steps in, the current becomes conscious. What was once a loop becomes a ritual. What was once a guilty pleasure becomes a small act of sovereignty.

Dressing to Be Seen The Act of Being Seen Every relationship has two nervous systems in dialogue. Touch, tone, scent, gaze — and appearance. To dress for the other is not submission. It is signal. It says: I am present. I am visible. I am offering coherence to the field between us. • Neurochemical effect: anticipation (dopamine), shared pleasure (oxytocin), grounding in ritual (serotonin). • Psychological effect: amplifies self through the eyes of the beloved; creates cycles of gift and reception. • Graffiti: ⚡ Being seen is not shallow. It is sacred. ________________________________________ Archetypes of Dress in Relationship • The Siren (short dress, bold cut): calls desire into the room. Plays with chase and capture. • The Oracle (flowing gowns, layers, veils): slows time, creating atmosphere of reverence. • The Trickster (unexpected combinations, clashing patterns, gender-bent outfits): destabilises expectation, awakens novelty. • The Sovereign (tailored lines, strong shoes, grounded presence): communicates stability, clarity, power. 𓂀 To choose consciously is to decide what archetype you invite into the space between you. ________________________________________ Ritual of the Mirror The mirror is not for correction. The mirror is the first witness. • Stand. Dress slowly. Watch yourself enter the role. • Observe not flaws, but signals: Does this dress invite softness? Does this jacket sharpen presence? • Let the mirror witness the archetype you are summoning before your partner ever sees it. Graffiti: 🩸 The mirror is the first lover. ________________________________________ The Exchange of Gaze When you arrive dressed — whether in thigh-highs or a plain white T-shirt — the real act is the exchange of gaze. • To be looked at with reverence releases oxytocin, lowering defences. • To be looked at with hunger ignites dopamine, sharpening attention. • To be looked at with ridicule collapses trust, burning cortisol into the archive. The choice of dress sets the conditions for which gaze is invited. ________________________________________ The Triad of Relationship Dress 1. Signal to Self — what energy am I summoning in my own nervous system? 2. Signal to Beloved — what state do I invite in theirs? 3. Signal to Field — what story does our shared appearance tell to the world? ________________________________________ Final Reflection Dressing to be seen is not frivolous. It is infrastructure. It is how nervous systems negotiate attraction, trust, play, and belonging. 🌱 To ignore it is to surrender the field to default. ⚡ To wield it consciously is to turn clothing into compass. 🩸 To be seen is to be alive.

Purging and Relapse: The Closet Emptied, the Closet Filled Every sissy knows the ritual of purging. The drawer emptied into a trash bag. The bag hidden under other garbage so no one will know. The silent vow: Never again. The relief is immediate. Shame is gone — for a day, a week, a month. But then the ache returns. The scroll begins. Another package arrives. The drawer fills again. Relapse feels like failure. But it is not failure. It is the nervous system struggling to hold contradictions too heavy to carry. Why We Purge Purging is an attempt at control. The body surges with guilt, cortisol spikes, and the mind seeks a way out. If the clothes are gone, the ghost is gone. If Maria is erased, the shame will end. But Maria is not in the drawer. She is in the soil of your body. Throwing away fabric cannot silence her. The purge never removes her; it only resets the cycle. The False Relief The moment after purging feels like freedom. But it is not freedom — it is emptiness. What you feel is not sovereignty but sedation. The closet is not healed; it is hollow. Soon the body remembers. Desire stirs. The loop rebuilds. And you are back where you began, only now with more shame: Why did I waste money? Why can’t I stop? Maria’s Perspective Maria does not condemn the purge. She understands it. She knows you were not trying to destroy her; you were trying to silence the unbearable tension between ghost and mask. But she whispers: What if, this time, you don’t throw me away? What if you let me stay — not as secret, not as shame, but as part of you? From Purge to Integration The way forward is not in the trash bag. It is in integration. Instead of purging, you begin to curate. Instead of relapse, you begin to allow. One dress left in the drawer. One garment worn without rushing to climax. One name whispered aloud without apology. Small acts of sovereignty that soften the nervous system, teaching it that Maria does not need to be hidden or destroyed. The End of Relapse Relapse ends not when desire disappears but when shame does. When Maria is allowed to live in the open, the cycle breaks. You no longer swing between indulgence and destruction. You live in continuity, not collapse. ________________________________________ Reflection: From Purge to Presence 1. Your Last Purge Recall the last time you threw everything away. What drove you to it? Write down the fear in detail. 2. The Relief How long did the relief last before the ache returned? Write the number of days or weeks. 3. Maria’s Drawer Imagine one item you could keep — not hidden in shame, not thrown away, but kept as Maria’s presence. Write: This piece reminds me that Maria is real. 4. Breaking the Cycle Write one sentence beginning: Next time I feel the urge to purge, I will… (breathe, call a friend, remind myself Maria cannot be thrown away).

I'm trying to find a black cock to completely feminize me i so desire to become a crossdresser bottom I want to please all males and hopefully 1 day I can have breasts.

Hey, submissive. Are you truly ready to surrender yourself under my command—handing over the key 🔐 of your life to me, as my property and belonging? From this moment, your body, soul, and every breath are mine to own, control, and discipline. Understand that I am the only Goddess you serve, the only power you obey—the one who shapes you into what I desire. You exist to worship, obey, and live as my sissy or slave, nothing more. Do you understand, pet? 😈👗💄👠👙

Before I go and do something else, I'd like to share a little thought of mine. I've been observing this app for a while now, and there are some cute girls, even cross-dressers, that I'd really like to meet. I should point out that I'm not the type of guy who immediately throws himself at a girl as soon as he sees her, but I am very curious, and I just think it's a shame that there's so much selectivity here. I'd really like to go back on the app tonight and find someone who'd like to get to know me as a friend or something else. Maybe it's because I'm not like you that I'm excluded. I don't know, but I do know that despite everything, my desire to get to know this community is still very strong, even if it doesn't seem like it. I hope that soon I'll find some interesting people. In the meantime, I'll leave you with a little smile as a sign of my availability for anyone who would like a serious friend. 😊

Draft Bio Hi, I’m Gabby — and sometimes, I’m Maria (that's my wife's name for what she sees but cant explain). Cross-dressing has been part of my life for years, but always in tension: part joy, part shame, part secret. I’ve deleted and restarted more times than I can count. Every time I tried to bury it, Gabby came back louder — the trickster, the jester, the side of me that refuses to disappear. I’m here because I don’t want to erase her anymore. I want to find healthier ways of giving this side of me space without sliding into performance or getting lost in porn loops. Clothes are my doorway — I love the feel of fabric, heels, make-up, the way an outfit changes how I carry myself. But behind the clothes is a bigger question: how to live authentically, how to connect, how to tend the parts of us that don’t fit empire’s mould. Challenges? Plenty. My wife knows a little and has her own boundaries to protect herself and our marriage. Intimacy is complicated. Sometimes the desire feels nourishing, other times it turns furious and messy. What I’m learning is that secrecy makes it worse; connection makes it human. So this is me, showing up in human form. If you’re here for support, for clothes, for honest conversation, I’d love to meet you. If you’ve struggled with balance, I’d love to hear how you found yours.

I have an urge to walk across the M5 motorway bridge at Michaelwood just in my lingerie. I want to do it for the rush and thrill of it. Does anyone else have similar desires?

Respect the desires of your body and mind. If your coach and guide (your master) has lessons for you, do them without question. And wait for their feedback in your soul.

I've written a proper self-introduction in my profile, but whether it's because of this site's design or my own experience, few people read it. I think the problem is that this site's profiles are hard to read. 😓

Your dress must please her... You want to know Fleur of Woman? You do want try Her lipstic taste? You want to kiss Her legs? Undress... What are you waiting For? A man? She loosing trust In you With every second... And when you finally Admit She says you No I don't permit... You turn away Submissive slave And she is waiting Love again... With brave and playful Girlfriend Man? Or forget He has dead end Just Lady's kiss And kissing hiss Admire her with greater Pleasure... What for you would be trying please her now? To late my Freind... I know , know She dreams of girl Like you and me Who might Combine dress with Desire Who hides his balls in tiny strings Well knowing The time for stick... When Lady wants To visit gap in mind And cry in Paradise Of Love Your dress must please her All above...

Here’s a story close to me: Trans Girl Next Door. David meets Sophia, his neighbor, and what begins as simple curiosity grows into something far more intense - about love, courage, and hidden desires.🌈

Hey, submissive. Are you truly ready to surrender yourself under my command—handing over the key 🔐 of your life to me, as my property and belonging? From this moment, your body, soul, and every breath are mine to own, control, and discipline. Understand that I am the only Goddess you serve, the only power you obey—the one who shapes you into what I desire. You exist to worship, obey, and live as my sissy or slave, nothing more. Do you understand, pet? 😈👗💄👠👙

Greetings, sissy. I am Superior Discipline — your confident, compassionate, and experienced Dominant Mistress. I take this lifestyle seriously and delight in guiding devoted submissives through transformative journeys of surrender, training, and growth. I specialise in sensual domination, tease and denial, and precise, disciplined instruction designed to hone obedience and devotion. Safety, consent, and meaningful connection are mandatory — submit with honesty, discipline, and a willing heart. If you crave rigorous training and to belong as my property, prove your devotion and prepare to be shaped. DM 🆔 for the training platform t.me/DisciplineMommy discord.gg/HUdsz726 ‎#Feminine #sissy #crossdresser #femboy #sissyboy #sissygirl #sissycaptions #feminization #sissytraining #sissyfication#femdom #findom #mistress #Sissytraining #Sissy #feminization #sissyfication #Sissyslut #humiliatrix #Femboy #slave #sissyslave

Hey, submissive. Are you truly ready to surrender yourself under my command—handing over the key 🔐 of your life to me, as my property and belonging? From this moment, your body, soul, and every breath are mine to own, control, and discipline. Understand that I am the only Goddess you serve, the only power you obey—the one who shapes you into what I desire. You exist to worship, obey, and live as my sissy or slave, nothing more. Do you understand, pet? 😈👗💄👠👙 ‎#Feminine #sissy #crossdresser #femboy #sissyboy #sissygirl #sissycaptions #feminization #sissytraining #sissyfication#femdom #findom #mistress #Sissytraining #Sissy #feminization #sissyfication #Sissyslut #humiliatrix #Femboy #slave #sissyslave

How Female Hormones Affect a Sissy’s Body and Mind For many sissies, taking feminizing hormones (HRT – Hormone Replacement Therapy) is more than just a fetish—it’s a deliberate step toward physical and mental feminization. Estrogen and anti-androgens don’t just alter appearance; they reshape desires, sensations, and even self-perception. 1. Key Hormones and Their Effects 🔹 Estrogen (Estradiol) The primary female hormone, responsible for: ✅ Softer, smoother skin – reduces pores and oiliness. ✅ Fat redistribution – to hips, butt, and breasts (creating a feminine silhouette). ✅ Slows body/facial hair growth – makes body hair finer and sparser. ✅ Reduces muscle mass – leads to a softer, more delicate physique. ✅ Emotional changes – increases sensitivity and mood fluctuations. 🔹 Anti-Androgens (Spironolactone, Cyproterone Acetate, etc.) Block testosterone, enhancing estrogen’s effects: ⛔ Suppresses erections – random arousal becomes rare. ⛔ Shrinks testicles – they gradually reduce in size. ⛔ Lowers libido – but may shift desires toward submission. 🔹 Progesterone (Optional) May enhance breast growth and affect mood (some report feeling more "dreamy"). 2. How Hormones Change a Sissy’s Life 🔴 Physical Changes Breast development – small buds form within months, growing into soft breasts. Curvier hips & butt – fat deposits reshape the body. Softer facial features – jawline and skin texture become more feminine. Thinner body hair – though existing hair won’t disappear without laser/electrolysis. 🟠 Psychological Changes Heightened emotions – more prone to crying, tenderness, and mood swings. Shift in sexuality – desire becomes more receptive, focused on touch and submission. Increased submissiveness – some report stronger urges to please and obey. 🟢 Sexual Changes Weaker erections – or none at all without stimulation. "Full-body" orgasms – less localized, more wave-like (similar to female orgasms). Reduced semen – may dry up completely over time. 3. Risks and Considerations ⚠ Hormones are not toys! Potential risks (without medical supervision): Blood clots, liver issues, depression. Possible infertility (sometimes permanent). Irreversible changes (breast growth won’t reverse after stopping). 💡 For mild feminization – some try phytoestrogens (soy, red clover), but effects are weak.//t.me/DisciplineMommy

Hey, submissive. Are you truly ready to surrender yourself under my command—handing over the key 🔐 of your life to me, as my property and belonging? From this moment, your body, soul, and every breath are mine to own, control, and discipline. Understand that I am the only Goddess you serve, the only power you obey—the one who shapes you into what I desire. You exist to worship, obey, and live as my sissy or slave, nothing more. Do you understand, pet? 😈👗💄👠👙. DM on this my training telegram 🆔 t.me/DisciplineMommy

I am a sensually dominant Goddess, embodying qualities of compassion, discretion, and patience. With a free-spirited nature,. Let us venture together beyond traditional boundaries and explore the depths of our desires. Whether you are new to or well-versed in kink and fetish play, I extend a warm invitation for you to join me on this journey of exploration.

tried combining a body harness i learned from a cartoon with a double-column leg tie, think it needs some work and a bit of a redesign...

I want to explore these desires I have of being with a crossdresser

Happy bank holiday weekend ladies and sissys hope you all get what you want and desire this weekend feel free to let me know how you do and i can live vicariously through you free folk

It is more important to document your life goals. That is, as a sub, you should know your true self and live the life you have always desired. As a mistress, I am here to help, support, and guide

What are your desires? I’m listening

I’m insatiable 😘 my desires need to be fulfilled 😘

Are you ready to explore your deepest desires?

Watch out for Queen002. Added to my blocked list. When women come on here talking about what our desires and submissiveness we want but nothing about themselves in profile then be warned

Across Femsea in Aqualung ... For me CD is like wearing aqualung... If you want to see and feel the world of exotic creatures or even life of sharks you wear it and try to be unnoticed... To dissolve is an art of convincing others that their suspicion or doubt is wrong...Fashion allows a lot of distructors... Nice legs and short dress saves from defects of the face to be noticed straight... They might remain unnoticed if your eyes are strong enough to respond to a wondering looks of others with calm smile. For me it is a travel in unknow waters Whether it helps or not I do not know.It does not cure conflict of different connections between my male and female neurons in my mosaic brain...But it yes allow them to live some time in the peace of femenine role... Some needs more radical TV approach, I remain on my shore but sweem in the femsea. And yes it opens you some doors. At least to good tailoring as only since I start buying F-jeans with M-zip I feel happy as this aqualung happen to be much better made than anything before to enjoy your body. There is plenty CD recepies that many men professions would happily use if there would be not a bullying opinion of abnormality in the average society Strings in prostate disfunctions , tights in cold winter, walking practicies, Why do I want sweam in my skirt Aqualang...? I have not found a good answer. As difficult as why you go solo in montains? Why you go solo across a femsea... Few understanding mermmaids would remain neutral, the rest perhaps sharkly atack me as a suffragette... Yes I am a suffragé... It is not about voting or right to wear tights in public Rather just attempt to be. I am not doing more than wear parts of costume. That once was mens...If my behaivior is blue or pink for society I truly could not help it. Even without I was a white bird not a normal for them...so nothing new. Yes we are different Different brain, too complex for monosex to understand emotions. I just suffrage that my emotions are legitimate... Do I protest against femworld? I am afraid so. No sarcasm.If ask myself do I want to be like them Often my inner voice says "No I could not" No, it is not what I travel for in aqualung accross those dangerous waters... Do I want to return to rough menocean...? I could always but I have never felt right there, My waves were different and I surfed in tights not without.Was I expelled ? Yes from both Menocean and Femsea... Into the depth of monsters and glitter. All I wanted was a dress design All I got was just a gay may sign All was left were just my only tights All ahead are the lonely nights... I dont care Not in May Day Cry... Yes I dare I dont know why... I will wear yes my heels and skirt I just dare I dont care What I do sweam in Tights In my aqualung I do dream In nights... Just to give My love...

Patti got a new tattoo, it’s only half done, I am designing the rest

Chilling on the sofa watching the MotoGP.....no wig or make up....so I cheated and used an AI filter to get the desired effect.....not even a Hollywood make up artist could make me look better, the power of AI....mind blown 🤯

Cross-dressing can be enjoyable for various reasons, including the sensory experience of wearing different fabrics and styles, the feeling of expressing a feminine side, and the sense of transformation and playfulness it can offer. Some individuals also find it a source of comfort, relaxation, and self-expression. The reasons are personal and can range from sexual arousal to a desire for self-discovery and social exploration. 😍

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