I'm getting dressed and feeling playful, if anyone wants to come on cam?

After seeing BethanyP007's post about trans and cross dressing, at the moment i consider myself 'Genderfluid', I'm not always dressed feminine, even though i go out dressed a lot, simply because a lot of people dont know about Megan, including work colleagues. BUT, that might change in the future as I'm thinking of changing jobs where i can be Megan too, i dont want to transition and that wont ever change. If i decide to be megan 24/7 then i would consider myself as Trans even though I've still got my 'meat and two veg' lol

Random pondering for discussion on a Saturday afternoon: What would you say is the defining line between crossdressing/being a crossdresser, and being a fully trans person?
I saw a trans woman posting in the crossdressing section on a different social media site and it got me wondering, at what point does it stop being "man dressed as woman" and become "(trans)woman dressing as woman"? Presumably when their public identity changes, right?
NOT gatekeeping. Just being philosophical.

For Nicoletta - not pretty, but dressed! For the pub, as always...

What happened to this site? It use to be make up tricks, cute nails, pretty dressed. Now its just smut

Test

My Soul trapped
Between the wall
And prohibition sign
Is wondering
Where to go...
To that in tunnel
Light???

What if it is
Just a light of lamp
Or car
Or lit for pray...?
What if
it is just in my mind
That I should not obey...

My body trapped
By estrogen
With tiny frenchy breasts
That are so sensitive
To touch
Despite I am still dressed

My legs a trapped
In heels and tights
The only way to move
Into the tunnel
With no lights
To live
To stay in mood.

Don't touch me
I am not a Doll -
Fist Aiders
Freindly toy
My heart
Is cold
It bits with joy
With Joy of getting old
Make up
Or lipstic
Just old shoes
Old bag
And no return

I am still trapped
I am confused
By time
That passed
That's gone

Gone so unstoppable
So wrong
But who could
Change its course?
If I was young
Again
I'd choose
My estrogen
To fall?
To stay as cold
As I could be
Not waisting
Tears
Hearts...
My tiny breasts
Nobody'd seen
Why that become a must?
Why I was hiding
From my Love
Why feared
To crash
..?
No trusting
Hiding hands in gloves
And lips from kisses taste.
Why I am different
From girls
Who felt
Being pregnant fast
They never wanted
Have a kid
I dreamt
And I was last..

Last in the order
Waiting list?
High estrogen
Served first...
My heart is broken
That Love
True Love
Nobody
Was...
Was ever interested
Meet
Misled by estrogen.
My heart was never
Cold indeed..

You've failed test
My test...

Lust
Any More

I'm chained
For night
To Wall of Wishes
The Orange wall
Of cold sharp bricks
I'm chained
Alone
You have thrown
Forever in my heart
That nick...

Among my dreams
Among my Wishes
I am undressing
Under Moon
Alone Wolfess
Talks to Owl
And cry all night
Just to herself
Just to the wall
The feelings chain
The heart with hole
The wound
Not healing
Though it might
The silence,
Coldness
Clear mind,
Sharp stunning cry
Of Wolfess in the night...
"I am still here
I'm alright..."

Old song of Love
So frightening
For sheeps
Old words
Of loosing trust
To creatures...
You left me
Cowardly
And she...
Undressed
So happy
Plays with you
With lust
With lie
Without promise
Without
Any " I love you..."
Just stealing
Kisses
Nights
And years....
Without need...
Why I am forever
remembering just only you?
Still
In my nights
Why?
Is it spell?
To make me feeling
Wall and chains so well
To make me
Loving dog...?
Again..?
No way...

Is it what I am bound for?
I could not get it any more...

Here's the rest of the photos.... hopefully you'll like them.. I had so much fun dressed up in this outfit I didn't want to take it off lolol I've got another outfit I'm going to try on later... I'm off shopping so remember just how much I absolutely love all you beautiful people..my dear friends... love you all so much...🩷. I've gift wrapped my heart for you

Hi all. I hope you’re all enjoying life. Just wanted to post this link to one of my YouTube vids. Still remember the buzz i got from the potential of getting caught dressed in one of my cheerleader costumes.
https://youtube.com/shorts/s-lwRnTwZuI?is=2d_mzOtu-_NHqg-q

If I was standing dressed up in my skirt and petticoat stockings and suspenders and heels what would you do ? Giggles x🫢 x

I am still dressed up this morning fell asleep fully dressed up in stockings and suspenders and petticoat and my heels 🫢 feels so nice to wake up xx like heaven x
#petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

All dressed for some cam fun. Dressed for the office but maybe risque..hehe.x

Anyone fancy some dressed cam fun at weekend message me for my email address. Not sure what you use now Skype is gone, Teams could be fun for group of us and admirers to watch. X

I have started to set myself goals for each month, not necessarily huge ones, here are my goals for this month;
Go on a bus journey.
Go on a train journey.
Attend 'spill the tea' a social gathering thats on every wednesday at my local LGBT+ centre.
Have a girlie night out every Monday night at my local LGBT pub.

Yes i go out dressed a lot but not done the first two goals yet lol

I’ve just got back off my holiday with friends, I have so missed you all, our chat, our intimacy and my darlings my clothes, my lingerie, hair , makeup and desires.
Finally I am dressed the way I want to be, sharing what I want to share with the girls I adore and want to be with.
Missed you all xx

All dressed up and nowhere to go lol. Nowhere I would dare to go unfortunately lol.

Hi Girls. Happy Sunday. I went out yesterday, Baby blue gym shorts, over the knee grey socks, small ladies white top and **** ring. I was shopping, walking around an outdoor event, it was wet, so I had trousers on. I felt very good. I got home, getting undressed, took my shorts off, Oh Oh, no **** ring, Doh!!!. So somebody out there will be seeing this bright orange silicone ring and wondering, What is this? Oops. need to go shopping for another.

Good morning all you beautiful ladies, these are old pictures because I haven’t been alone in so long and I really miss being Patti, I hope all of you are having an amazing day especially if you are dressed

Nice start to the morning, sitting at my screen dressed as Lilly, and instantly aroused by lovley pictures. So in the mood today. A wet start to the day. Do I dress for comfort or for the thrill, Sissy theme or naughty theme. HARD choice for me to make alone. I do feel like a naughty day. Decided to go shopping, to try on clothes, not going to buy anything, but want to be in a cubicle in my best pink undies in front the mirror, and nothing else, well maybe a thin bra, just want to pose.


Looking forward to having a ball today.

Oh dear, dressed up, in the mood, edging, but lost control, so extra creamy cereals it is. Thats a great start for my day, Dressing a bit tarty I think, for some fun. Going shopping now, and going to try some things on in the store, while in Pink panties etc, Hope they have a security cam on my cubicle

I think I’ll get dressed up tonight and go for a little ride. Turn on some music and just be me for a little bit. Sounds so good.

Just a normal guy that likes to wear sexy lingerie under his normal clothes and likes to get dressed up on a weekend

Talks to Sappho
( 1. Invitation )

I met Sappho
I talked
To her
So long
So long ago
She told me
You are girl of dream
Why do you look
For boy
When it is not
What You're for
Please Darling
Undestand
Why you don't let
Be just yourself
With feelings
Touch
So tend...
So tenderly
Why dont you come
To me one night
To feel ...?
That my Love's right....
No need be straight
When passions will lead...

I just confessed
I'm too afraid
To wear white short dress
She whispered
No need for veil
Night is to be undressed.
I burn all pale pink and red
My heart was beating strong...
I answered
Her with all hope
I ll come, please teach my
Tongue

She looked with
Passion and lust
And touched
My Lotus...
Touched it straight
And whispered.
I need your light
Your touch
Your carress
All my loss
I wait you
Tenderly
In night
Come
Find me
On Lesbos...

Always good to be dressed in satin

Wish I was dressed

me having a night dressed

All dressed and being the real me in my happy place xx

Dressed up I feel horny x
#skirt #petticoats #stockings #suspenders #highheels

The morning began with a question that, on the face of it, was utterly trivial.

I stood in my bedroom, a sixty five year old widower who had long ago discovered that life could become surprisingly interesting when you stopped worrying quite so much about what other people thought. Across the bed lay two nightgowns.

One was pink, soft and playful. The other was black satin elegant, glossy and just a little dramatic. Beside them were the headscarves that completed each outfit.

eBay had informed me that the postman was due that morning with my latest purchase.

Normally, that wouldn't have required a second thought. I would have thrown on whatever clothes were nearest, opened the door, collected the post and carried on with my day.

But I am a crossdresser, and over the years I had learned that choosing what to wear could sometimes be part of the pleasure itself. Since becoming widowed, those little private rituals had become even more important to me. There was nobody to impress and nobody to answer to. My clothes were simply one of the ways I expressed myself.

That morning, however, I couldn't decide.

So I asked Grok a rather more important question than it probably deserved.

Should I wear the black satin nightgown and headscarf to greet the postman, or should I wear the pink?

The answer came back quickly.

Black.

Grok's reasoning was surprisingly convincing. Black satin, it suggested, looked intentional and put together. Pink was softer and perhaps a little more playful, whereas the black gave the impression that I had actually chosen my outfit rather than simply wandered downstairs half asleep.

The satin would catch the morning light, while the headscarf would bring everything together.

I stared at the black nightgown.

"Well," I said aloud, "apparently we're going for elegant this morning."

I slipped it on.

The satin settled against me with that familiar coolness I loved, and I carefully tied the headscarf around my hair. Then I stood in front of the mirror.

Grok had a point.

There was something wonderfully satisfying about the combination. I didn't look as though I had spent hours getting ready, but neither did I look as though I had forgotten that the outside world existed.

I smiled at my reflection.

"Sixty five," I murmured. "Widowed, retired from worrying about everybody else's opinions, and apparently dressed in black satin to answer the front door."

I laughed to myself.

Then I went downstairs and prepared a pot of tea.

There was something faintly ridiculous about the situation. Here I was, dressed in a glossy black satin nightgown and headscarf, standing in my kitchen listening for the sound of a postal van.

Eventually, I heard it.

The familiar rumble outside was followed by footsteps approaching the front door.

For one brief moment, I wondered whether I'd made the wrong decision.

Perhaps pink would have been less conspicuous.

Perhaps black satin was a little too theatrical for an encounter that would probably last fifteen seconds.

Then came the knock.

I took a breath.

"Normal morning energy," I reminded myself.

I opened the door.

"Morning," the postman said.

"Morning."

He handed me the letters.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Have a good day."

"You too."

And that was it.

The door closed.

I stood there for a moment, looking down at the envelopes in my hand.

The great sartorial crisis was over.

Nobody had fainted. Nobody had called the fashion police. The earth had continued turning.

I burst out laughing.

All that deliberation over black versus pink, and the entire encounter had lasted barely half a minute.

But perhaps that was precisely the point.

At sixty five, after losing my wife and finding myself living a life that was quieter and more private than the one I had once imagined, I had come to appreciate the little decisions.

Sometimes they mattered precisely because they were mine to make.

There was no great occasion. No audience. No requirement that I dress one way rather than another. I wasn't trying to make a statement to anyone.

I simply wanted to wear the black satin.

So I did.

I carried my tea into the sitting room, still smiling.

My late wife had always known that there was a slightly eccentric streak in me. She had seen sides of me that I had once been afraid to show the rest of the world. Since her death, learning to live honestly with myself had become one of the unexpected journeys of widowhood.

Being a crossdresser wasn't something I needed to apologise for.

It was simply part of me.

And on that quiet morning, standing in my sitting room with my tea, my letters and the soft rustle of satin whenever I moved, I felt strangely content.

"Grok," I thought, smiling to myself, "you were right."

The black had been the stronger choice.

And, for once, I was quite happy to take the advice of an artificial intelligence on matters of morning fashion.

Dressed all day xx

So how is everyone. For those that managed to see my last post, I’ve still not dressed. Been tempted, but not gone through with it. Ive been thinking and I'm actually ok with my content still being available, so feel free to check me out on youtube. I will never be ashamed of dressing up as it’s been a massive part of my life and has got me through some stressful times.

I hope you guys are all happy and continuing to do what makes you happy.

https://youtube.com/@whale_tailed?si=A19IAqtvwWFcN4li

The process of getting dressed is so sensual xx

Friday night. All dressed up and nowhere to go xxx

A few pics "taken early hours of the morning so I was knackered lol" I'm still trying to pluck up courage to go outside dressed up... it's a scary thought but I'm constantly getting encouraged to do it by some absolutely beautiful people here ...luv you all millions to bits

It's too hot for stockings just now but the heat makes me really horny.... I love getting sweaty! A girl's lunch date or with an admirer, dressed demurely but you just know the car is getting stopped for hot sex on the way home!

Night Chaos

Mozarella
Tomatos
Avacados
Fine cuts...
Balsamic...
I'm still dressed
Despite freedom from wines...
Just before
My night bed
I am sending my kiss
To your pleasures
My miss
All
My chaos...
With Ann
Is just
Sudden Caprice....
...

I do know
You
Love
Love
Long time
That we lost...
We have fallen
In Love
From above
Love is Ghost...
We are both
In warm hugs
In the night
Full of cries
Tears
pain
Pain of Love
Pain of pleasures
Of Lust...
I still trust
There is Love
I still fight to remain
I just wish
You
To find,
Find
My Love's
Still the same...

Feeling cute dressed up x
#skirt #pettiskirt #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Thinking of going out for a drive dressed tonight. Any CD freindly bars / pubs in the North West anyone can recommend?

Portrait of Lady Gray

Future is dream
A dream
Of past...
That not to be repeated
The dream is always a surprise...
Forgotten not forbidden

A portrait
Of forgotten Lady
Dressed like a lazy earl
Shorts-dress
No skirt
Tights and
Gray hair
A perfect style for Caballero...

Future is dream
A dream
Of past...
That's not to be revealed
Young lady
Living as a man
A source of all the fear...

A witch?
A Doll?
Night Butterfly?
A bloody Amazones?
No record
In old book
No sight
Just old in shadows
Photograph
Young Lady
In shorts-dress
Young Lady's Gray
Forgotten past
And future in portret...

All dressed up and nowhere to go no clubs for girls like us in Fuerteventura

What was all that about? I was chatting away with someone and pifff they disappeared oh well I’m dressed now xx

I randomly wrote this one night years ago because someone asked me 'tell me your story'. btw...this is when my life got good!

I've somehow basically moved into my partner's (Female) apartment as I was sleeping there atleast five days a week, being so busy working, I was ignoring and not thinking about my true desires and the days
passed. We worked opposite times so either she would be alone at home for 12
hours, or I would be alone in the apartment for 12 hours... In the alone time... I know what I want
and i'm alone in an apartment with a ridiculously large collection of womans clothes, lingerie and
makeup, many of her sex toys... This is where my experimentation developed and my passion
to be a woman was definite. A year goes by and we eventually moved to my house which was in the middle of nowhere on a quiet farm land, we knew no-one.

Anyway a few years later we split up on good terms, I'm unsure whether she was suspicious or not, either way it would have never worked as we wer too different. She finally moved out of my house, she was so organised with everything, all the bags, boxes were labelled, stacked and ready to be loaded into a van...

But she left some large boxes and bags in the spare room which she did say 'Its all for the bin unless I want it'... Then she went, that was it, my house is mine again

I decided to check in the boxes a couple of days after and it was full of her clothes, makeup,
lingerie, accessories, shoes, bags, jackets, perfume, eyelashes... Absolutely everything that I
would ever need and pretty much all the exact stuff I'd been using when I was alone, so maybe she
knew about me? Maybe she knew that deep down I was a girl? Anyway I stayed there for two years, built up my collection of clothes toys etc.., built up my confidence and happiness, met a few people as a girl, had a few around, I had the pure freedom to wake up get dressed up, do my make up and be myself, spend the day as myself and go to bed being myself with no worries.


Haha that was my story what I wrote years ago for someone online such happy times though when it all worked out!

Anyway love you all

#crossdresser #truth #fem #cd #happy #sissy

I walk in night ...
You never saw
Me true...
The one who
Waited
So so long...
You've passed
In darkness
Dressed
In blue...
Gray day
A bit or rain
And fog...

I sat alone
Under shaky light
The wind
Was terrible
And cold...
Another
Missed
Forever night...
Another
Coming
Day of girl...

I am not waiting
Anymore
Enough
Of stupid
Silly hopes

I walk through
Night
That also goes
To early
Morning
In its might...

You've passed
I never got it right...
What could have been
The other kind
The other hopless
Attempt.
Without any happy end...

Me almost ready for bed... I really really want to get the courage to go out shopping or grabbing a coffee while I'm dressed up but I really am not sure if I can pass for a female.... I've seen some people on here and they are absolutely gorgeous and I'm so jealous... but... here's me again and I'm having fun..lol thank you all you beautiful beautiful people...

When I'm not "dressed," this is me:

#sissy #sissyboy #sissies #sissyboys #sissygirl #sissygirls #femboy #femboys #femman #gurl #crossdresser #crossdressers #crossdressing #tgirl #shemale #shemalechrissy #sissychrissyinsandiego #chrissyinsd #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transfemale #sissychastity #malechastity #chastity #chrissyinsd #vag #prostheticvagina #fakevagina #fakevaginapanties #fakepussy #fakepussypanties #pussypanties #genderaffirming #genderidentity #HRT #boycitty #clitty #fakeclitty #panty #panties #pantymodel #boypussy #bussy #femboypussy #sissyass #tgirlass

Happy to be Dressed

I'll be dressed all day today if anyone wants to pop round xx

Sitting on the sofa dressed up x
#pvcskirt petticoat #stockings #suspenders

He never comes all dressed in black...