little black dress + black stockings + black heels, cant go wrong here

New dresses arrived today! Keep or return? :)
also new ankle boots!

Gym wear…… hoping for spring and more strappy dresses! X

One of my cyberlox dress ups x wearing my petticoats too hehe

Morning ladies. Dressed ready for some cam fun. Feel free to join me and chat. https://chaturbate.com/b/oldveteranuk/

Loving these thigh high boots....

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

Silly outfit ...

A silly style?
I asked myself
However bought and tried...
And now go to work...
And guess...
Nobody ever minds...
Just taller boots
And leather dress
With lilly jacket
To impress

But Time has change
My attitude
And to my great delight
This leather dress
Too short
But good
To show legs
And feel alright...
When in
My shyness
And sad mood...
Same silly
Sentence
I am fine....

This is so me! To be in Emily's things shop and getting to dress as a victorian lady!
https://youtu.be/AJ8e6UVpLNg?si=tVggNYuBQeNU-f7W

One of the best feelings in the world! Sitting down admiring my lovely dress while feeling the layers gently rub against my legs! Also gently feeling around the enormous full skirt

That feeling i get when taking one of my lovely dresses out of the wardrobe

If only I could dress like this everyday.
Wishful thinking.

Ooohhhhhh! I so love this dress!

Good morning girls , a little dress up before work xx

Its so lovely to wear my huge purple bridesmaid dress on a Monday morning when hungover and horny mmmmm

Real life......(small violins are optional!)

Applogies to friends i never have time for, i live in a small house and never can dip in and out like i use to with age verification. (bit harder to hide a laptop!)

Real life....

Dont have lots of money so never can buy the lovely clothes and lingerie i want. Charity shops and bins for me!

Real life....

Love to try make up but never have propere Nicky time.

Real life......

Spend the first 10 mins on this site reporting people showing there cocktail sticks. Fine if youve flirty and chatty in DM's but you wouldnt just show it in "Real life" you'd get arrested.

Real life.....

I love to dress it makes me happy and if people want to come along for the ride then that makes me happy too

Love to those that need it x

Gym wear next!!

Love looking at crossdressers in leathers and pvc so much

A little dress up and in latex skirt and petticoat heaven x
#latexskirt #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Morning dress up world how is everyone? X

don't forget to visit my insta: crossdressdiva or join my telegram channel https://t.me/thecrossdressdiva

Aww nice relaxing had a beer feel nice and cozy dressed up in my lace skirt and petticoat and stockings and suspenders and heels on should of locked em on 🫢giggles x
#laceskirt #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Felt abit better to squeeze in a dressup x hope you like it ? X
#laceskirt #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

hello ev1 , how nice does it feel when I can chill and dress like the little hoe I wanna dress like

Black dress black tights and red heels for my Saturday night

Going to see if I can feel well enough to have a crafty little dress up later x x

Saturday Dressing

I *HATE* crossdressing, having to put on all the boy clothes, take my makeup off, not even eyeliner and a bit of blush! And as for not having the lovely bounce and jiggle of the Silicone Twins - hate it hate it HATE IT!
At least i can wear something pretty underneath to make me feel like myself, even if i'm disguised....

Woner how many of us here dress secretly and then when wandering around the lingerie department with the mrs in M&S are secretly looking at what woud look good on you.

blue satin dress, todays Try On

Nothing to hide !

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

Dressed up and happy girl xx

Friday Dressing

I still remember the first time fabric dared me to see myself anew. The polyester floral maxi gaudy, inexpensive, snatched from a shadowed market stall beneath buzzing orange lamps. Petals in violent pink and electric lime sprawled across it like spilled paint. I wore it home half expecting regret. Instead, when the synthetic sheen slid over skin, it moved with a borrowed audacity, whispering against thighs, insisting I stand taller in the fractured mirror. For once I lingered. The dress refused apology; it demanded witness.
Then the voile mesh wrap arrived, smoke pale and gossamer thin. I layered it timidly over black at first, arms folded like armour. But light caught the weave and traced the quiet architecture of collarbone and shoulder revealing rather than concealing. Veiling, it taught, is not burial; it is emphasis. Each shimmer became a period at the end of a sentence I had never finished speaking: I am here.
Winter brought the satin cardigan, blush rose and impossibly smooth, buttons small as moon droplets. I thought softness would diminish me. Instead it armoured me in quiet. During boardroom silences, late night doubts, the satin rested against wrists like a steady hand saying: power can arrive without sound, without edge simply by refusing to harden.
The silken kimono midnight deep, silver veins threading through named me bold outright. Sleeves swept like banners as I crossed a rooftop threshold into city light. Heads turned, not in judgment, but in recognition of someone who had stopped asking permission to fill space. The fabric did not negotiate; it declared.
Later the taffeta mermaid gown caressed with emerald discipline, gold shot and unyielding from hip to ankle. Every step became a measured ceremony spine aligned, breath shallow and deliberate. Restriction, it showed me, is not caged but choreography; I learned to dance inside the silhouette of my own resolve until the lines felt like wings.
Chiffon followed in pale fog layers, turning breakfast into sacrament, the turn of a key into procession. Ordinary hours gained cadence, became worth the slow unfurling of cloth.
And at last the chiffon voile ruffled square neck gown ivory blushed with first light, ruffles spilling like laughter caught mid fall. Wearing it felt like coronation, self bestowed. No audience required.
Now February 27, 2026 I stand alone.
Rain sheets the asphalt black and glossy. Neon bleeds upward in acid pinks, cyan, violent violet; holographic serpents twist through mist twenty stories overhead, advertising dreams no one can afford. Damp wind lifts the black silk hijab edged in silver so it floats behind me like a separate wing. Beneath, the ruffled gown moves in slow, liquid obedience to each breath, pale chiffon catching stray photons and scattering them soft against wet pavement.
Reflections fracture at my feet: fractured dragons, shattered company logos, my own silhouette stretched long and thin. Mist coils low, veiling the distance so the city feels both infinite and intimately close.
I do not shrink from the gaze of unseeing windows. I do not apologise to the indifferent hum of drones overhead. The gown breathes with me. The hijab lifts, settles, lifts again like a pulse the city has forgotten it still has. Here, rain-slicked and haloed in synthetic light, every garment I have ever worn has converged into this moment: a ceremony of one, where solitude is no longer absence but the quietest, most deliberate form of presence. I tilt my face to the falling water and let the neon baptise me in colours I once feared were too bright to claim.

It's all about the effort you make .....

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

NO AI filters required....simply me with makeup.

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

One of my cyber dressups x
#skirt #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Morning crossdressing world how are we all today ? X it’s Friday dress up time hehe x

Would any one go on a night out with me if I dressed in this out fit?

One of my cyber dressups lace skirt and petticoat and stockings and suspenders with heels on x
#cyber #laceskirt #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Good morning dressup world How are you doing ? X

A latex skirt and Very full petticoats on feel very cute dressed up x
#latexskirt #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

I love how wearing a bride dress feel

The rain came down in sheets, the kind that makes you wonder if the sky has finally decided the city's sins need a proper rinse. It hammered the cobbles like an angry landlord demanding back rent, and the neon signs those hopeful lies in electric pink and acid green fizzed and spat reflections that danced across puddles deep enough to drown a man's regrets.
I stood there under the brim of my hat, which had given up pretending to be waterproof about three streets ago. The turquoise satin trench coat clung to me like an ambitious squid, heavy and glistening, the sort of garment that looks magnificent in the mirror at three in the afternoon and ridiculous at three in the morning when you're soaked to the marrow and smelling faintly of wet ferret. But dignity is a luxury, and mine had pawned itself years back for a bottle of something that promised to forget.
Beside me stood the Turquoise Queen.
She didn't so much stand as preside. The satin hijab caught what little light there was and threw it back in shimmering defiance, while the oversized headscarf cascaded into a chiffon voile veil that billowed and swirled in the fog like the ghost of a particularly extravagant wedding dress that had died of embarrassment. Every time she moved even to breathe the fabric whispered secrets to the night air, expensive secrets involving rose attar and old money and perhaps the occasional small assassination. In this monochrome world of stark blacks and murderous whites, she was a scandal in turquoise, a splash of colour that the rain itself seemed too polite to touch.
I took a drag on the cigarette that had somehow survived the deluge. The smoke curled upward in lazy question marks, as if even it was wondering what the hell we were doing here.
"You know," I said, because silence is only golden until it starts to rust, "most people come to this northern town looking for opportunity. Or revenge. Or a decent kebab at two in the morning. Very few arrive dressed like the centrepiece of a particularly expensive funeral."
She tilted her head, and the veil shifted in a slow, liquid motion that suggested physics had been bribed. "And yet here I am, Grimshaw, The Gumshoe. Opportunity found me first. It was wearing a cheap suit and carrying a very sharp knife."
I grunted. Grunting is cheaper than conversation and usually gets the same results. "Opportunity has a habit of leaving bodies behind. That's why they pay me to follow the stains."
A passing drunk staggered through a puddle that may or may not have contained tomorrow's headlines. He stared at her veil as though it might contain the meaning of life, then decided it probably didn't and lurched onward toward whatever oblivion still had room for one more customer.
The fog thickened, turning the streetlamps into soft, accusing halos. Somewhere in the distance a greasy takeaway exploded in a brief symphony of swearing and sizzling fat. Life in the town: always conducting itself with unnecessary drama.
She lifted one gloved hand turquoise, naturally and pointed toward the mouth of an alley that smelled strongly of yesterday's fish and tomorrow's trouble. "The man we're after went that way. He thinks shadows will hide him."
"They won't," I said. "Shadows in this town are unionised. They demand overtime for hiding villains after midnight."
Her laugh was low, like velvet dragged over broken glass. "Then let us give them something to earn their pay, Detective."
I flicked the cigarette into a puddle where it hissed its last. The Turquoise Queen moved ahead, veil trailing like a comet's tail made of expensive regret. I followed, because that's what you do when the only alternative is standing alone in the rain wondering why the universe bothers.
Somewhere ahead, a door creaked. A scream started, then thought better of it.
The night was just getting interesting.

I change my profile pic and some jackass sends me a pic of his embarrassingly small baby smurf dick after saying hi.. wtf man.. if i wanted a vienna sausage I'd buy some at the fucking store.. probably smells like six year old ranch dressing and moldy fritos that sat next to a dollar store tin of sardines and shit.. well, at least he said hi first.. that's more than what most creepers do.. that's something I guess.. 🤷🏼‍♀️

i feel really sissy in this dress

A little dress up in my skirt and pettiskirt and stockings and suspenders and heels
#skirt #pettiskirt #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Floral Dress