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- Avery Happy and Peaceful Christmas to all you lovely ladies on this site. Thanks for all the lovely pictures and posts, I admire and respect you all. Peace and love to you all xxx
Avery Happy and Peaceful Christmas to all you lovely ladies on this site. Thanks for all the lovely pictures and posts, I admire and respect you all. Peace and love to you all xxx1 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 452 Views
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- Want to talk to some sexy crossdressers, profile wont let me load photos so if you would like drop me a message and maybe we can exchange some sexy pictsWant to talk to some sexy crossdressers, profile wont let me ☺️load photos so if you would like drop me a message and maybe we can exchange some sexy picts14 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 789 Views
- Merry Christmas, from everyone here at Nutter HQ xx https://youtu.be/N-PyWfVkjZc?si=tMBJJdL9wUThtnJLMerry Christmas, from everyone here at Nutter HQ 😁🤪 xx https://youtu.be/N-PyWfVkjZc?si=tMBJJdL9wUThtnJL
6 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 299 Views 6 - Merry Christmas to everyone. Was amazed at all the people I saw yesterday afternoon on their porches wearing their summer clothes, while I was jogging wearing one of my favorite women's outfits. --- We are having a record heat wave here in the Midwest USA right now. I had one gentleman in my neighborhood who was sitting on his porch tell me "Merry Christmas" and I responded back the same to him. So here is my Christmas photo to you. May you have the joy of Christmas today and may your good dreams come true.Merry Christmas to everyone. Was amazed at all the people I saw yesterday afternoon on their porches wearing their summer clothes, while I was jogging wearing one of my favorite women's outfits. --- We are having a record heat wave here in the Midwest USA right now. I had one gentleman in my neighborhood who was sitting on his porch tell me "Merry Christmas" and I responded back the same to him. So here is my Christmas photo to you. May you have the joy of Christmas today and may your good dreams come true. 🥰
3 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 724 Views 2 - This shouldn't get me in trouble, that's not a real vag, though I wish it was! Kisses!
-Chrissy
I have more in my blog: 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 #adultcontentThis shouldn't get me in trouble, that's not a real vag, though I wish it was! Kisses! -Chrissy I have more in my blog: 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 #adultcontent0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 939 Views2 - Few Xmas eve pics would love a dateFew Xmas eve pics would love a date0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 966 Views6
- Wow
What a surprise
I give my real number to someone and after a few WhatsApp they block me on here and there
And I didn’t do or say or send anything offensive
I’m just entertaining the idea of my first
Amazed and disappointedWow What a surprise I give my real number to someone and after a few WhatsApp they block me on here and there And I didn’t do or say or send anything offensive I’m just entertaining the idea of my first Amazed and disappointed 😢11 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 1331 Views
5 - if you want to see where Santa is at the moment check out Norad site https://www.noradsanta.org/en/map?mod=livecoverage_webif you want to see where Santa is at the moment check out Norad site https://www.noradsanta.org/en/map?mod=livecoverage_web6 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 1015 Views 8
- ok last batch of xmas AI pics (maybe)...ok last batch of xmas AI pics (maybe)...2 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 912 Views 5
- Merry Christmas to all you beautiful girls. I hope each one of you have an awesome Christmas and be safe, Patti loves each one of youMerry Christmas to all you beautiful girls. I hope each one of you have an awesome Christmas and be safe, Patti loves each one of you7 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 1337 Views 14
- Christmas eve on here seems to be the day to strip naked and push you dick in everybodies face.
4 blocked so far this morning
I don't exactly find that festive, or a turn on.
I don't come on here to see hairy ar5ses and dick.
I want to meet and talk to people who enjoy dressing, enjoy the feminity it brings and feel that flashing your bits in public to the world is offensive.
Remember this is a social site not a Porn site, why not keep it in your pants before Santa puts you on the naughty list. Oh wait, most of you would enjoy that.
I have a fix for that and it involves 2 bricks.
Merry Dickmass to the perverts.
Merry Christmas to the real people.
Chloe Merry Christmas Chloe. I hope one of your New Years resolutions is to try to do a better job than this year, before you have to implement age verification.Christmas eve on here seems to be the day to strip naked and push you dick in everybodies face. 4 blocked so far this morning I don't exactly find that festive, or a turn on. I don't come on here to see hairy ar5ses and dick. I want to meet and talk to people who enjoy dressing, enjoy the feminity it brings and feel that flashing your bits in public to the world is offensive. Remember this is a social site not a Porn site, why not keep it in your pants before Santa puts you on the naughty list. Oh wait, most of you would enjoy that. I have a fix for that and it involves 2 bricks. Merry Dickmass to the perverts. Merry Christmas to the real people. [Chloe] Merry Christmas Chloe. I hope one of your New Years resolutions is to try to do a better job than this year, before you have to implement age verification.11 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 1149 Views 8 - Lets all be honest at Christmas isnt it tempting to slip ones girly Penis out of your panties and show the world , I wonder if I could start a group where we may x
Lets all be honest at Christmas isnt it tempting to slip ones girly Penis out of your panties and show the world , I wonder if I could start a group where we may x2 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 1234 Views 3
- "Dear family, as we find ourselves once again on the threshold of another Christmas this December 24, 2025, it's impossible not to pause for a moment to look back and give deep thanks for the immense gift of having one another. Christmas doesn't truly reside in the bright decorations adorning our home, nor in the feast we share, much less in the wrapped presents under the tree; true Christmas pulsates in each of our laughs, in the support we've given each other on gray days, and in the shared joy that multiplies our happiness. May the spirit of unity be the guest of honor at our table this holiday season. My most fervent wish is that each of you feels the warmth of a sincere embrace and that peace fills your hearts, reminding us that, no matter how far our individual paths may take us throughout the year, there will always be an invisible thread of love that keeps us unbreakable. May this year's end be the prelude to a 2026 filled with health and fulfilled projects." And above all, many more moments to continue building this story we call family. Merry Christmas to all."
"Dear family, as we find ourselves once again on the threshold of another Christmas this December 24, 2025, it's impossible not to pause for a moment to look back and give deep thanks for the immense gift of having one another. Christmas doesn't truly reside in the bright decorations adorning our home, nor in the feast we share, much less in the wrapped presents under the tree; true Christmas pulsates in each of our laughs, in the support we've given each other on gray days, and in the shared joy that multiplies our happiness. May the spirit of unity be the guest of honor at our table this holiday season. My most fervent wish is that each of you feels the warmth of a sincere embrace and that peace fills your hearts, reminding us that, no matter how far our individual paths may take us throughout the year, there will always be an invisible thread of love that keeps us unbreakable. May this year's end be the prelude to a 2026 filled with health and fulfilled projects." And above all, many more moments to continue building this story we call family. Merry Christmas to all." 💋💋💋💋💋2 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 956 Views5 - CD Stories Group Now has FREE Naughty Chat xxx
https://www.crossdressing.co.uk/groups/CD.StoriesCD Stories Group Now has FREE Naughty Chat xxx ❤️ https://www.crossdressing.co.uk/groups/CD.Stories0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 682 Views2 - I was sixteen, maybe seventeen, on that raw December afternoon in the mid-1970s, standing at the back of a small cemetery in southern Manchester. The light was thin and melancholy, the sort that turns everything slightly blue and makes shadows linger too long over the leaning stones. I barely knew the man we were burying, some Uncle twice removed, so the ache in the air never reached me. Grief felt like something that belonged to other people, grown-ups who understood loss. For me, the day was something else entirely, an accidental invitation into a world I hadn’t known I was hungry for.
They were everywhere, those women. Mature, composed, dressed in layers of black that seemed to absorb the weak winter sun and give back only a muted gleam. Silk dresses that clung and released with every breath, satin blouses catching stray glints of light, chiffon and voile drifting like smoke whenever the wind found them. Rayon, acetate, fabrics I didn’t even have names for then, but I felt them all the same, the way they moved, the soft sounds they made against one another. They stood in quiet clusters around the grave, gloved hands clasped, heads bowed beneath hats and veils. To them I must have looked like just another awkward boy in a borrowed tie, but inside I was burning with a fascination I couldn’t name and didn’t dare examine too closely.
And then there was her.
She stood slightly apart, as though even in mourning she needed space. An enormous black satin scarf, far too large, almost theatrical—draped over her shoulders and spilled down her back like spilled ink. Over her face, a sheer chiffon veil, so fine it trembled with every breath. I could smell her from where I stood, carried on the cold air, the sharp bite of Elnette hairspray holding her hair in perfect waves, and beneath it the heavy, amber warmth of Youth Dew. It was the scent of adulthood itself, complicated, slightly dangerous, utterly out of reach.
I watched her the entire time. I told myself it was curiosity, nothing more. But even then, in the thick of it, some quieter part of me knew better. There was something about the way these women carried their sorrow, elegant, controlled, yet undeniably physical that stirred a longing I didn’t understand. It wasn’t just desire, though that was certainly part of it. It was deeper: a wish to be close to whatever it was they possessed experience, certainty, the weight of years lived fully. I felt small beside them, unformed, all sharp edges and unspoken questions. They seemed to know secrets I hadn’t even learned to ask about.
Later, at the wake, coats and scarves were abandoned in a side room as the women moved on to tea and murmured condolences. I lingered near the pile, heart thudding so hard I was sure someone would notice. No one did. My fingers closed around two pieces: the oversized satin mourning scarf, still holding the warmth of her body, and the delicate chiffon veil. Both carried that same intoxicating blend of Elnette, Youth Dew, and something earthier, the faint salt of skin after hours in the cold. I slipped them inside my coat and left before the guilt could catch up with me.
That night, and for many nights through that long winter, I'd ascend up the narrow stairs to my attic bedroom. I’d lock the door, my one small claim to privacy in my parent’s house, draw the curtains and unfold the satin across my pillow. Sometimes I’d press the veil to my face and breathe slowly, letting the scent settle over me like fog.
In those quiet hours I began to understand what I’d really taken that day. It wasn’t just fabric. It was a fragment of a life I could only observe from the outside, a life of composure and ritual, of perfumes chosen deliberately and clothes worn with intention. Holding those scarves, I could pretend, for a moment, that some of that poise might rub off on me. That the confusion and restlessness I carried everywhere might quiet, just a little.
I never felt truly ashamed of stealing them. In my mind they were abandoned, after all, no longer needed once the performance of grief was over. But more than that, they had become mine in a way they could never have been hers again, totems of a feeling I was only beginning to name. Desire, yes. But also envy. And something closer to reverence.
Years later I can still close my eyes and smell it: hairspray, perfume, the faint trace of a woman’s skin on black satin. It takes me straight back to that cemetery, to the boy I was, watching, wanting, trying to understand what it meant to grow into someone capable of wearing mourning like it was made for them.
I’m not sure I ever fully did. But those scarves kept me company while I tried.I was sixteen, maybe seventeen, on that raw December afternoon in the mid-1970s, standing at the back of a small cemetery in southern Manchester. The light was thin and melancholy, the sort that turns everything slightly blue and makes shadows linger too long over the leaning stones. I barely knew the man we were burying, some Uncle twice removed, so the ache in the air never reached me. Grief felt like something that belonged to other people, grown-ups who understood loss. For me, the day was something else entirely, an accidental invitation into a world I hadn’t known I was hungry for. They were everywhere, those women. Mature, composed, dressed in layers of black that seemed to absorb the weak winter sun and give back only a muted gleam. Silk dresses that clung and released with every breath, satin blouses catching stray glints of light, chiffon and voile drifting like smoke whenever the wind found them. Rayon, acetate, fabrics I didn’t even have names for then, but I felt them all the same, the way they moved, the soft sounds they made against one another. They stood in quiet clusters around the grave, gloved hands clasped, heads bowed beneath hats and veils. To them I must have looked like just another awkward boy in a borrowed tie, but inside I was burning with a fascination I couldn’t name and didn’t dare examine too closely. And then there was her. She stood slightly apart, as though even in mourning she needed space. An enormous black satin scarf, far too large, almost theatrical—draped over her shoulders and spilled down her back like spilled ink. Over her face, a sheer chiffon veil, so fine it trembled with every breath. I could smell her from where I stood, carried on the cold air, the sharp bite of Elnette hairspray holding her hair in perfect waves, and beneath it the heavy, amber warmth of Youth Dew. It was the scent of adulthood itself, complicated, slightly dangerous, utterly out of reach. I watched her the entire time. I told myself it was curiosity, nothing more. But even then, in the thick of it, some quieter part of me knew better. There was something about the way these women carried their sorrow, elegant, controlled, yet undeniably physical that stirred a longing I didn’t understand. It wasn’t just desire, though that was certainly part of it. It was deeper: a wish to be close to whatever it was they possessed experience, certainty, the weight of years lived fully. I felt small beside them, unformed, all sharp edges and unspoken questions. They seemed to know secrets I hadn’t even learned to ask about. Later, at the wake, coats and scarves were abandoned in a side room as the women moved on to tea and murmured condolences. I lingered near the pile, heart thudding so hard I was sure someone would notice. No one did. My fingers closed around two pieces: the oversized satin mourning scarf, still holding the warmth of her body, and the delicate chiffon veil. Both carried that same intoxicating blend of Elnette, Youth Dew, and something earthier, the faint salt of skin after hours in the cold. I slipped them inside my coat and left before the guilt could catch up with me. That night, and for many nights through that long winter, I'd ascend up the narrow stairs to my attic bedroom. I’d lock the door, my one small claim to privacy in my parent’s house, draw the curtains and unfold the satin across my pillow. Sometimes I’d press the veil to my face and breathe slowly, letting the scent settle over me like fog. In those quiet hours I began to understand what I’d really taken that day. It wasn’t just fabric. It was a fragment of a life I could only observe from the outside, a life of composure and ritual, of perfumes chosen deliberately and clothes worn with intention. Holding those scarves, I could pretend, for a moment, that some of that poise might rub off on me. That the confusion and restlessness I carried everywhere might quiet, just a little. I never felt truly ashamed of stealing them. In my mind they were abandoned, after all, no longer needed once the performance of grief was over. But more than that, they had become mine in a way they could never have been hers again, totems of a feeling I was only beginning to name. Desire, yes. But also envy. And something closer to reverence. Years later I can still close my eyes and smell it: hairspray, perfume, the faint trace of a woman’s skin on black satin. It takes me straight back to that cemetery, to the boy I was, watching, wanting, trying to understand what it meant to grow into someone capable of wearing mourning like it was made for them. I’m not sure I ever fully did. But those scarves kept me company while I tried.
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- Hello sissys, whanted to share with you my little trick. When i have little time for a dressup. An hour or so, (egx. Kids gonna return soon.) And have no time to do a makeup. I use this face mask. it gives such a sexy powerfull femine look. Without make up (just lips) what do you think. Leave a comment, do you use such masks?Hello sissys, whanted to share with you my little trick. When i have little time for a dressup. An hour or so, (egx. Kids gonna return soon.) And have no time to do a makeup. I use this face mask. 🖤 it gives such a sexy powerfull femine look. Without make up (just lips) what do you think. Leave a comment, do you use such masks? 😘❤️
13 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 819 Views 11 - I finally told my wife that im a bisexual crossdresser she wasn't upset that im a crossdresser she was upset that im bisexual.
I told the only thing i do is **** off other cds and give blow jobs never anal sex .
We been married for 30 year and she said ive been a good husband and she said its ok just don't tell we when im seeing other cds for fun .
My wife doesn't mind me wearing lingerie and clothing its such a turn on know my know my secretI finally told my wife that im a bisexual crossdresser she wasn't upset that im a crossdresser she was upset that im bisexual. I told the only thing i do is wank off other cds and give blow jobs never anal sex . We been married for 30 year and she said ive been a good husband and she said its ok just don't tell we when im seeing other cds for fun . My wife doesn't mind me wearing lingerie and clothing its such a turn on know my know my secret 😜4 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 733 Views 7 - Merry Christmas!!!
And very Happy New Year
For all of you!!!
Folace Lust Lipsr all who support each other with a smie love and kind word that are espetially so important for stranger girls born with some unusual abilities...
LOVE LIGHT AND JOY !!!
Lace Lust Lips
Dresses
Tights
Pleasure in hips...
Kisses
Bon Chance
And Lots of Love
Misses in dresses
And sans ...
Happy New Year for all you
KateMerry Christmas!!! And very Happy New Year For all of you!!! Folace Lust Lipsr all who support each other with a smie love and kind word that are espetially so important for stranger girls born with some unusual abilities... LOVE LIGHT AND JOY !!! Lace Lust Lips Dresses Tights Pleasure in hips... Kisses Bon Chance And Lots of Love Misses in dresses And sans ... Happy New Year for all you Kate1 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 551 Views6 - see more of me here
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