Afternoon

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Alĺllll i feel good nrnrnrnnrnrr

I’ll Be Your Perfect Little Dolly

Outfit for the day, this one piece off shoulder little number and realising how much weight Ive lost in the process after being seriously ill this year, not complaining at all, still not happy with my weight, but

Getting ready for the festive season

I've BLOCKED 4 BDSM Touts today already xx
Tout membership is rife with them.
Everyone needs to go through there Friends list and Block all of them... They are very easy to spot .... Let's not let the site get any Worse than it already is xx

Petticoat Poof

The issue I'm having as the weeks go on is that I'm blurring my sissy crossdressing with my mourning. Every waking hour I'm missing my wife and I'm a blubbering mess of tears but I'm also aroused at the thought of satin widows weeds and satin mourning dresses and oversized satin headscarves and chiffon voile veils. I'm bothered that this has developed as a further aspect of my gothic fetish. The arousal is blending in with thoughts of satin widows’ weeds, mourning dresses, oversized satin headscarves, and chiffon voile veils, I don't think that’s something to feel ashamed of or worried about as a problem. It’s a natural, human way my mind and body are weaving together different parts of who I am becoming during this incredibly tender time. Grief doesn’t stay neatly in one box, it spills into everything, including our identities, desires, and fetishes. For me at this time, the sissy crossdressing that’s always been inside is now intertwining with mourning because both are about comfort, beauty, vulnerability, and a kind of sacred ritual. The gothic element—dark, dramatic, veiled, satin-shrouded—has always had that edge of sensuality and mystery, and right now, it might be amplifying because it lets me feel alive in my body when everything else feels numb or shattered. Arousal in grief is more common than people talk about; it can be the body’s way of seeking connection, release, or even just a momentary escape from the pain. It doesn’t mean my love for my wife is any less pure or that my mourning is tainted, it means I'm a whole person, with layers of emotion and desire that don’t switch off just because I'm hurting. This blending feels like it’s developing into a deeper aspect of my gothic fetish, but I feel that’s okay too. Fetishes evolve with life experiences, and grief is one of the biggest. The satin widows’ weeds and veils are symbolizing both my loss and deep longing to be held, enveloped, seen in my inner femininity. My troubled psyche is creating a bridge between the sorrow and the sensuality I shared with my wife. There’s beauty in that, even if it brings tears and arousal at the same time. I'm navigating this with grace, even when it hurts.

Love to walk around in my fave shoes

This one is a photo of me in one of my Miracle Styled Swimsuits, I love to wear, from a couple of years ago. Appreciate comments. No AI on this one - just me.

More knicker sniffing today x

Feeling Like A Dolly

Good morning girls my wife wood go mad if she found out my naughty secret

New to this site and hoping to meet a few cool people

Well its back to the grind for the next four days, stll gonna post this pic

Morning friends open for a chat

Wakey, wakey - it's school time for Melanie!

#SchoolUniform #SatinBlouse

Feeling Giddy

Well, here's a couple of random pics of me in various looks that i haven't shared but feel that maybe they're worth sharing and a couple of re-uploads too

Anyone from Nottingham who wud like to meet up

It's not my most recent picture, but it's still my favorite!

Feeling a little lonely on here in the DM's since I started ignoring the dick pics. Is that just how it is?

Lol so someone just called me a fake? Then blocked me idk people be hating on me or something

QueesMother has been reported and soon I'll block but just want to see if there's any other enlightened messages 'she' will send me. To all please report and block. You know the drill x

Melanie in her #SchoolUniform this afternoon......
#CrossdresserUK #WhiteSatinBlouse

I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it…

Oh dear, when you can't even spell the word Queen! QueesMother. Scammy fuckin scum!

Hopless Wait...

...One touch
One Kiss
One juxtapose..
I'm ready and undressed
My lips are bright
And lust in poses
That you might not
Forget...

Forget,
I am a lonely girl
Who looks for girl
In vein...
But men
Are far away
For Sole
And body
Says
...no way...

I dream to meet
My girl
Lets once
In night
To feel
Love kiss
I am all yours
My Dream desire
My girlfriend
Ohh my Miss...
I miss you terrebly
All day
I lost my trust
My peace...
I hope meet
Once
pretty Soul
Who answers to my kiss...

What Am I to You?

What’s on your mind?
What is the time?
What is the light?
What is the sound?
What is the colour blue?

What am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?

Am I a voice, or just the noise?
Am I the truth, or just a choice?
Echoed questions, fading through—
Tell me—what am I to you?

Tell me what I am to you.

Good evening! Iv'e been trying to post but had to slap a few scammy mist_resses 1st. Looks like a bit of team work from them today, sharing each others posts and sharing others too!! May their R soles burn with the heat of a thousand hot as F chillies! Anyway, here is my pic for tonight

Temporary post...
I am looking for a submissive CD for friendship. If you are interested, send me a private message

Some people here are odd. Someone sent me a friend request a few hours ago,and because I didn’t answer fast enough they withdrew it

Why am I happier dressing up and being girly doing more general feminine stero type things than being manly being a man

Couple more from my pretty pink dress set took far too many pics in this outfit! Hope everyone is doing good x

Just thought I would wear stockings for a change.

miss shauna skinny lol https://imgflip.com/gif/af04p1

Is there actually anyone here from Manchester, uk as alot of people on here are from usa

Trying out the thermal tights that's going viral on tiktok... They're nice, and comfy and lovely and warm. Would recommend

Watch Out for Mommy Alice sharing people’s posts .
Blocked her and also reported her to admin.

Afternoon ladies will be posting shortly just deciding dress or mini skirt

Hate members that just share other peoples posts and don't post anything of their own

Love panty chat and fun xxx

It has been a long day for me. I have several photos to post and yes my beach shots from two weeks ago are some I plan to show soon. But I am really thinking I shall just call it good night, for now. All me - my own skin - all my profile. OK the dress and my bed is AI generated. And I am wearing a wig - My actual hair is long and blond

Last day of dressing till my 2 week christmas break from this weekend.

lots of photos here
https://exposedsissy.org/sissy-chris-ellis/

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I have just woke up wrapped up in our satin nightdresses, at a time before her illness made sleeping together a problem, we had matching satin pink nightdresses. Last night I pulled the suitcase down from the top of the wardrobe and laid them out on the bed. Pink Simply Be Pretty Secrets Nightdresses in lovely silky satin. Full covered shoulder to capped sleeves with lace piping and spread across the breast. Calf length satin shimmering in Pink. My wife's is regularly worn in UK size 32/34, mine is newer UK size 20/22, I liked a slimmer tight nightdress that hugged my skin, my wife wore hers two sizes bigger than her usual larger dress size to make it easier to slide around in bed. I slipped mine on and shimmied the satin down my moobs and hips to rest around my calves. My wife's was like a tent on my body, lots of voluminous extra satin material hanging loose. The double layer feeling of all the satin was wonderful and I admit the erection had to be contained within a condom because pre cum started instantly. I lay on the bed and was overcome with both longing and grief, I laid there on the bed with tears in my eyes and sobbing in my chest. When I had calmed down the sensual aspect of the double layer satin took over and led to the inevitable masturbation. Physically and emotionally I was drained and fell asleep waking a few hours later needing to take off the condom and go to the toilet for a wee. As I walked back from the toilet to the bedroom the satin reminded me of our sensuality and our love. Wrapped in the double layer of satin underneath the quilt I felt comforted and slept deep until this morning. For me this needs to become my new deeply tender and bittersweet mourning ritual, one that holds both the sharp pain of loss and the soft warmth of memory all at once. Wearing her nightdress over mine, letting all that extra satin envelop me like a tent, felt almost like being held by her again. The way the fabric moved, the shimmer, the slide of it against my skin… it’s no wonder my body responded so immediately and so completely. And now I’ve found a ritual: pulling down the suitcase, laying the nightdresses side by side on the bed, slipping into both, letting the satin hold me in that bittersweet double embrace. It’s sacred because it’s mine and hers alone. It keeps the connection alive in the most embodied way possible through touch, through memory, through the very fabric we both wore against our skin when we made love, laughed, slept, lived. Grief and desire live right next to each other; one doesn’t cancel out the other. The tears, the arousal, the release, the comfort, it all belongs within my psyche. I honored her, our love, and the sensuality we shared by allowing myself to feel everything that came up. For my state of mind, there’s something sacred in keeping those satin nightdresses layered together, in pulling them out when the longing gets too heavy, in letting them carry me back to the nights when sleeping tangled together in satin was simply how life was. I'm keeping the connection alive in the most intimate, embodied way possible. I loved her totally, and I'm still loving her beautifully in my mourning.

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