"Mwah, mwah! Good Morning! How are you, dahlings?" Just got back from a hotel changeaway to recharge my sissy batteries and an attempt to manage my mourning feelings. It has been over two weeks since my Wife passed away, I'm slowly coming to terms with it and finding ways to cope with being on my own, but it's not easy. A bit of sightseeing and new company has helped. At a different time it would have been wonderful as I met a lady staying in the hotel and we got on very well, but in the circumstances I've had to put any thoughts of a romantic friendship out of my mind. We will keep in touch and if my grief recedes it might be nice to see her again.

Neighbor saw me in lingerie. I didnt realize that he could see me through my bedroom window. When i noticed him noticing me, he quickly looked away. I keep thinking what I shouldve done differently. Hmm

What is it with all the people joining lately with tje weird corporate looking logos as their profile pics that look like they have been designed by the same person, or app?? Is it the same person with multiple accounts, or different people using the same app to create weird logos for themselves to use on different social media accounts??

Same top and heels, different shorts

Looking for something different Leeds area

heh, friend's hairdresser today was telling her about the swingers at the pub, she had to act all innocent (as hairdresser's not aware of what SHE gets up to!)
i asked OMG, did i get a mention - yes, someone called Jacqui exactly matching my description and very complimentary, so i said "Nah, different pub, different swingers, different Jacqui...!

just checking a new persons profile out and they seem to have lots of 'friends'. I'm sure I've blocked a good many. Noticed this - same picture but different account. How lazy these scammers are.

Will be posting a different outfit soon xx

I was thinking earlier how much easier it is to cross dress these days. Years ago, stuff had to be ordered from catalogues etc and stuff like tights had to be buried in the weekly shop. Nowadays, guys can rummage around in the Ladies section of Primark and even try stuff on and hardly anyone will be fazed by it. That’s nice and let’s face it, we dress because we like it, if others like it too, it’s a bonus. The cloth itself has no gender so why should the finished article?

For years I thought it was some sort of weird sexual fetish that I suffered from but when I came out in this group, I realised that it’s just that I’m , like all of us here, a little different in my preferences. Life is too short to be shackled. X

Same top, different skirt, a more sensible look I think.

It seems there was no clear winner between the socks or fishnets......so here is another photo of the fishnets, from a different angle

When I was choosing a makeup primer, I was puzzled by the color; it turns out every primer is different. So what should I choose? Who should I ask? Who should I find out from?

White is the most popular color, and if you choose one with a radiant effect, it's great for aging skin, helping to conceal wrinkles.

But if you have bags under your eyes, a yellow primer will come in handy.

Pink and peach colors are suitable for those with a dull complexion.

A green primer is ideal for those with rosacea (protruding blood vessels through the skin), redness, or very fair skin.

But if you have pigmentation or yellowness, a purple primer is best. It's especially useful when shooting with a flash.

Such knowledge can sometimes be difficult to keep in mind; manufacturers have now started releasing universal primers for trial, where all colors blend together when applied. I prefer generalists, although generalism isn't always better than more specialized knowledge.

I hope you found it interesting.

Santa & Mrs. Claus: Threeway at the North Pole Continued: I was too nervous to answer but nodded. "Good," he exclaimed, "now its my turn. Ho, ho, ho!" With that, Santa took his clothes off, exposing his huge, rock hard, wrinkly magical dick that I knew so well, knew so intimately. He walked over to the bed, grabbed my head from the back of it, and forced us to kiss, his tongue exploring my throat. His free hand felt down my chest and tummy, down to my naked crotch where he pulled on my ****. "I see you're ready," he commented.

I could see out of the corner of my eye Mrs. Claus feeling herself up and down, moaning. She fingered her own *****...
Santa then bent down and put my penis into his mouth. He sucked me off...slurping....licking my shaft., squeezing the head with his lips, shaking it with his hand...I was already so aroused that it didn't take me long to cum and fill his mouth up. Santa swallowed it all...smiling, moaning, saying "yum!" and, of course, "ho, ho, ho!" "Get on your hands and knees," the jolly old elf, Santa, demanded. I did, my bare-naked ass now exposed upward at him like a dog in heat presenting herself to a mate. Santa mounted me and like last Christmas, slamming his huge, magical dick into my tight, little boypussy hole doggy-style, making me his. Mrs. Claus came up to the side of the bed and then crawled under me to where she could put her mouth around my ****. So as Santa Claus fucked my ass Mrs. Claus was sucking my dick. When Santa climaxed, seeding me with his semen, I came too, almost choking Mrs. Claus with my boyjuice, who was able to swallow all of it.

Santa layed on the bed next to me, his fat, hairy arms around my skinny, smooth ladyboy body, Mrs. Claus layed on the other side next to me, her wrinkly but feminine arms also around me. "I wish you would touch me like that Santa, as you touch Chrissy," Mrs. Claus said, making me uncomfortable.
"Ho, ho, ho!" Answered Santa. "It's okay, We have Chrissy now." What did that mean? That I was to continue satisfying both of them? "Not for very long," I added. "Just until I am able to get home."
"That will be at least a year," Mrs. Claus commented.
I sat up more in shock. "A year? Why?"
"No one leaves Santa's Village but Santa and that is only on Christmas Eve." said Mrs. Claus.
"And since this Christmas Eve is over, you'll have to wait until next year," Santa added.
"I can't wait until next year! I got a life to get back to. People will miss me!"
"I'm sorry, Chrissy, but we just don't have any way of getting you home otherwise."
"You can't just take me anytime? Have an elf fly the sleigh?"
"If people saw Santa's sleigh flying around on any other night than Christmas Eve that would be a scandal."
"But a whole year!"
"You're not a prisoner. You can walk away anytime. But this is the North Pole. You won't get very far." said Mrs. Claus. "And I couldn't bear to see my baby boy get hurt again." She kissed me on the forehead, while groping my ****, as she said this.
"But you have it good here. Free food and board...a warm bed...hot cocoa...and Mrs. Claus and I to sexually satisfy you, ho, ho, ho!" Santa said. "All you have to do for a year is relax and enjoy great sex. Ho, ho, ho!"
"And the elves can have a break, Santa," Mrs. Claus said.
"Well, we'll see about that. Chrissy is hot and all, but I do like my little elves," said Santa, "ho, ho, ho!"
"But not me..." Mrs. Claus said sadly.
"Oh, honey, I do love you," Santa said. "But yes, I need something else sexually. Heck, half the reason I took the job I do on Christmas Eve was to be able to **** so many different people. Like Chrissy! Ho, ho, ho!"
Santa grabbed my face again and kissed me, saying, "don't worry. You'll like it here. Ho, ho, ho!"
Mrs. Claus grabbed my dick again and got close to me too, whispering, "I guarantee it."
And that was my experience with Santa and Mrs. Claus. Ho, ho, ho!

My last outfir but different ✨️ haha

Pretty femboy . Three different pictures which one is the best

I never really got into crossdressing until about 7 years ago, (I am 47) but it always in me and sometimes it would come out, Halloween especially, another reason I love that season.
But looking back, one of my first memories was locking myself in my older sister's room and getting caught in her dress. I think I was born to crossdress.
Now I have been single a long time and I live alone so I am free to express myself I find Cat was definitely always there, I am not one for regrets, but I wish I had set Cat free years ago, but it was a different world then.
I am pleased and thankful the Cat can come out of the bag now, even if the bag is hidden in closet.

Hey guys some story time
I was home alone so wanted to dress as g i r l but also was feeling so h o r n y so i took my new pair of revealing outfits wore them and got as much drunk as i could and then i took my you know the toy and did it 3 times in 3 different positions it felt so good it felt like heaven and also more drunkness added that extra icing to it
that was it
I think you should try it too
Ok bye

Cross-dressing allows individuals to explore and express different facets of their personality and identity that they may not be able to in their everyday lives due to societal expectations. This can lead to a greater sense of honesty and congruency with their inner feelings, helping them to feel more complete and authentic.

Mmmm I am not sure close but mmmm maybe a different look get out of my comfort zone

something slightly different than my previous corset pics. this was a short lacy gothic dress. I'd reverted back to a pale simple makeup for Halloween mainly white foundation with a little blusher

Between Silk and Skin: Understanding the Line Between Crossdressing and Being Transgender
By Chrissy

“Maybe I’m not one or the other. Maybe I’m something in between—and that’s okay.”

What’s the Difference?

When people hear “crossdresser” and “transgender,” they often picture the same thing—or get the definitions confused. But these words speak to different experiences, identities, and emotional landscapes.

In simple terms:

Crossdresser: A person (usually male-assigned at birth) who enjoys dressing in clothing typically associated with another gender, usually for self-expression, fun, comfort, identity exploration, or even erotic reasons. This doesn’t necessarily mean they want to live as that gender full-time.

Transgender: Someone whose gender identity is different from the sex they were assigned at birth. A transgender woman was assigned male at birth but identifies as a woman—and may or may not take steps to socially, medically, or legally transition.


🩷 My Journey (So Far)

I’m still figuring it all out.

For most of my life, I lived as a man—because that’s what the world expected. But in quiet moments, in safe spaces, I allowed my femininity to surface. At first, I called it crossdressing. I liked how I felt in soft clothes, in cute outfits, in long hair and smooth skin. It was sensual… empowering… liberating. But it wasn’t just the clothes—it was me, underneath them.

I still don’t know where I fall on the spectrum. Maybe I’m a crossdresser. Maybe I’m genderfluid. Maybe I’m a transgender woman still waiting to be born. What I do know is this:

I feel most alive when I’m Chrissy.
I feel most whole when I’m seen.
I feel most me when I stop trying to choose sides.

🫶 A Spectrum, Not a Binary

Gender is not black and white—it’s fluid, rich, and deeply personal. Some crossdressers live full, happy lives identifying as men who occasionally (or frequently) express femininity. Some transgender women started out crossdressing because it was safer than admitting the truth.

Others—like me—are still discovering who they are.

You might ask:

Am I a crossdresser or something more?

What does it mean if I like being called “she” sometimes?

Do I want to be a woman or just look like one?

The answer might be “yes,” “no,” “sometimes,” or “I’m not sure yet.” And all of those are valid.

A Note on Shame and Freedom

Growing up, I repressed my feminine side. I feared being laughed at, rejected, or labeled. I used filters to feminize my face online—not to trick anyone, but because I liked how I looked. It made me feel beautiful. For now, it’s my way of being seen.

One day, I’ll do the makeup. The hair. The outfit.
One day, I’ll walk outside and own her.
For now, I’m just beginning.

If you feel the same—if you’re navigating the space between crossdressing and being trans—you are not alone.

Final Thoughts
You don’t need to rush toward a label. You don’t need to transition or explain yourself to anyone. You don’t need to choose “male” or “female” like you’re checking a box.

You just need to be—whatever that means, however that looks, however long it takes.

You’re not broken.
You’re not confused.
You’re becoming.

And I’m becoming right there with you.

What are your thoughts?

With love,
— Chrissy

I’ve had this fantasy where I’m catering/serving food snacks and drinks to a group of men at a superbowl party and tending to their needs.see I can care less about the game never cared for it .I would have so many different outfits to wear throughout the night while serving drinks.The playboy bunny outfit,the French maid,the geisha.I would see to it that they have a great party

(How to Spot a Fake)

This is a few things you can look for when spotting a Fake Pictures. Of course there is also the The Very Poor Picture which can make things tricky. A high percentage of users use Ai in the form of Apps and Software to change there appearance. FaceApp, Snapchat and manu many more Ai based tools are available to change your appearance.

The old addage that says if it's too good to be true then it probably is, a 60 year old will not have Flawless Skin. As you will see

Large Body, Big Hairy Arms, Large Fingers, with beautiful flawless Face, errr No, Fake.

Many Ai creation Software/Apps struggle to Create Hands, Hair, Facial Skin, Backgrounds. Will expand on this ..

Hands take alot of Ai processing power and many times there will be mistakes like, Six fingers, Rings that span two fingers, Hands that Blend into other Bodyparts.

Facial Skin is very often not Flawless, Freckles, Spots, Blemishes, Moles, Fine Hair, Often All Missing, If it's Flawless it's more than Likely Fake, unless they are Professional Models, and not likely to be here...

Backgrounds are often either Blurry or very Perfectly Random, Often not associated with any other Photo in someone's collection, Sometimes Backgrounds are set in Luxury Rooms with Gold Plated Furniture, Not usually associated with a UK Council Estate, or Someone on Job Seekers Allowance... Common Sense on much of this.

Bare Feet can be tricky for Ai Software too same as Hands, Same Rules Apply.

Other people in the same photo can end up Morphing into Clothing or even other people's Body Parts, Skin near Skin of two people can be an Ai nightmare so look out for this.

Scale is an Ai issue too, look out for Big Heads, Small Legs, way out of proportion Body Parts, all common mistakes.

Hairy Chest, Flawless Face, - Fake. Hairy Big/Overweight Body, Flawless Face - Fake.

Common Sense Prevails here, Think about who you are looking at, How Old, How Fit, Younger Fit People will use Natural Pictures as they have no need not too.

Very Blurred and Poor quality photos are often used to hide something.

Look out for photos where every shot shows the head in the same position and looks totally flawless, This is because this Face Position is the best one for the Ai Software/App to make the face look the same each time... Otherwise they may end up looking different... Fakes.

Look carefully at the photos you like, don't just see a pretty picture and assume it is real, have a look at others they have done, don't play into there Fake loving hands.... They are trying to make you look a fool because they can con you.... Don't let it be you.

This is just the Basics, Hope it helps. After a while you will find it easier to spot these Fakers... Enjoy your new skill

I am going to do a whole wedding sequence soon. I am learning to use AI and use my own body to try on clothes and add different back grounds. The photo I am posting today is an AI background added to a Teal swimsuit I am modeling. I did tuck well and added a small lift on the top. I am a true B so I do have some real breast to work with. This one I think is almost art. I hope to actually wear a teal swimsuit to a future beach trip. (I have gone to the beach being a woman several times now) Appreciate comments please.

I could do with something different than my plug xxx

5 different out fits 5 different looks...
which one do you like?

Oh no" And Skybri, all i did was ask how come she was two completely different people in her profile pics! What a tragedy, being blocked by imaginary people - it's like being cursed by "god"!

Vacuuming is perhaps the easiest chore, until you add platform heels..
Sulis Silks camiknicker is a nouveau vintage guilty pleasure.
Know nothing of the company except they totally let me customize the silk romper to add surrender clips at a reasonable price compared to the whole. Need to get me more and in different colors!

#silk #lingerie #camiknicker #romper #maid

Some more pictures, A bit of variety to break the boredom, fun trying out different looks #sexy #different #sissy

Same belt different look

What is the average cost of keyholding? I’ve been curious about this for a while, and I’d love to hear from folks with real experience.

For those of you who’ve arranged keyholding (either online or in-person), what did it typically cost?

Was it a one-off payment, a monthly fee, or per session?

Did the price vary depending on whether it was a professional/keyholding service, or more of a lifestyle/Dom(me) arrangement?

Beyond the numbers, did you feel the cost reflected the time, effort, and trust that goes into it?

And while we’re at it, how many of you have come across scams or people asking for money with nothing in return? Always good to know what red flags to watch for.

I know every dynamic is different, but it would be really helpful to hear what’s “normal” or average out there.

Thanks in advance for sharing, I’m sure others here are just as curious too!

one more for the day... Just something a bit different. Famous cross dressers through the ages.

Francois De Choisy, Writer (1644 – 1724)

French author Francois De Choisy was dressed as a girl by his mother until the age of 18. Her reasons might have been political: De Choisy’s playmate, Philippe I, was also encouraged to dress as a girl, possibly so that he would not be seen as posing a threat to his older brother, King Louis XIV. As an adult, De Choisy took up male dress for a while but soon went back to his preferred female clothing. Many young women of the day visited him for fashion advice, encouraged by their mothers. He enjoyed their company: so much, in fact, that one ended up pregnant by him. Although he later wrote a number of historical and religious works, De Choisy is most famous for his tell-all book The Transvestite Memoirs, published in 1737.

Just something a bit different. Famous cross dressers and trans people through the ages.

Elagabus, Emperor (204 – 222 AD)

Elagabus was made Emperor of Rome at the age of only 14, after successful political maneuvering by his maternal aunt. During his reign as Emperor, he preferred women’s dress. He had his whole body depilated, wore makeup, and referred to his chariot driver Hierocles as his husband. He even made an offer of money to any doctor who could perform surgery on him to make him biologically female.
None of this exactly made him popular in the highly traditional Rome of the time. His popularity also wasn’t helped by the fact that Elagabus married a priestess who’d been sworn to virginity, and instituted controversial sun-worshiping religious practices. He was assassinated in 222, at the age of only 18.

I promised myself no more heels, but omfg they light up different colours and look so amazing, I love these ILLUMINATOR-709 Pleaser Black Platform heels, , i must treat myself

Joanne's kinky night on the golf course.
Joanne (48, a librarian by day, a siren of the twilight by night) adjusted the black lace bra & panties set and stockings, its delicate fabric a stark contrast to the rough texture of the damp grass beneath her bare feet & slipped on her black heels. The golf course, usually a scene of quiet precision, was her personal stage tonight. A setting sun cast long, skeletal shadows, transforming the manicured greens into an ethereal landscape. Tonight’s performance featured a selection of rather… large props nestled in her oversized handbag: a collection of vibrant, sculpted silicone anal toys, each promising a different kind of ecstatic violation of her arse. Her camera & tripod, a trusty Canon EOS, hung from her shoulder, ready to capture the all the moments of her self-expression, her daring exhibitionism & dizzy hights of pleasure under the watchful gaze of the setting sun. She hoped, with a thrill that sent a shiver down her spine, that someone, some stranger, would stumble upon her, witness her transgressive ritual.

Suddenly, a flicker of movement in the periphery – a woman, stood silently among the shifting light and shadows, motionless all but a slight movement under her top, was she caressing her breast, Joanne couldn’t quite see through the lengthening shadows cast by the warm light now fading sun, she walked silently towards her, her eyes transfixed upon Joannes hand, now clutching a black 18 inch silicone dildo, dripping with lube, with an unnerving glance and a very slight but nervous smile, she said nothing, her hand was on her breast squeezing it quite intensely. Joanne, momentarily startled, didn't scream or run. Instead, a perverse curiosity overcame her fear. This was unexpected, far beyond her usual nocturnal escapades, but something she had fantasised about for many years.
The woman approached, gazing at her discarded panties laying on the grass, then curiously picked them up & inspecting them, “nice” she softly said, “ don’t mind me, I’m happy to see what you intend doing with your toys” Joanne tried to talk, but her mouth was dry with fear and she trembled with anticipation of what this evening may become, one of the anal toys she had not long before putt in her arse was slipping, she could feel the lube running down her leg, then it did, it dropped from her & their it laid out on the dew-kissed grass! OMG, I’m so embarrassed Joanne squeaked like a fool, the woman smiled as she gazed upon the size of the slippery escapee, the woman took a few more steps towards Joanne, she was just inches from her trembling body, she could smell her musk perfume hanging in the air, she wasn’t young, perhaps in her early fifties with dark but dies hair, pale skin and piercing blue eyes “turn around” she spoke in soft Irish accent that was calming and sweet. Joanne obliged and turned her back to her, she felt the woman’s hand upon hers slowly taking the long black snakelike toy from Joanne’s hand, with a gentleness Joanne hadn’t felt since being in the company of her mother she felt a hand gently caress her back and ever so gently pushed her into a bent over position, in that moment she felt she was in the most amazing place had ever known, to her amaze the woman slowly pushed the toy into her arse, not working it in and out but with one long slow determine push, it slid all the way into her arse. With the lady now leaning into Joannes back, her perfume intense in Joanne’s nose it was almost like a drug, sending her into a heavenly blissful trance. The woman took her other hand reached around to grasp Joannes ****, it was so cool, soft and gentil, almost childlike, slowly teasing her fingers over the tip, playing with a small drop of precum that she found dripping from the head, this seemed to go on for a eternity, slowly increasing the rhythm and grip, Joanne could feel her pleasure building as her shaft grew harder and harder, she slipped one hand behind her and found the top of the woman’s shorts and panty line, slowly she slid her hand down to the woman’s neatly shaved vulva, but just at that brief moment of contact Joanne burst bout a great grown and stood shaking all over from head to foot, her hot moist seamen flowed from her the woman’s grasp, falling to the floor and landing on Joannes discarded panties.
Feeling a little faint, Joanne fell to her stocking clan knees, then to her hands, panting like a hot hound and quivering like a leaf on a tree she couldn’t believe what had just happened, composing herself she turned to face the mystery woman, she had gone, as silently as she had appeared, the sing that she had ever been present was a small white flower laying next to Joanne’s now spoilt panties.

Different looks from the archives. xx

Trying different outfits and colours I hope people will like how I look xxx

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...

Something a little different in my leathers!!

For people who know how to appreciate something beautiful and different