Hey sweets, I wanted to open up and share something real with you—something raw, honest, and close to the bone. If any of this resonates with you, if you’ve ever felt the same hunger, the same questions, the same ache—I’d love to hear from you. You're not alone. Leave a comment, share your truth. With all my heart (and a few kisses), I’ve hated my dick for as long as I can remember—not just for how it looks or what it symbolizes, but for how it keeps me tethered to a version of myself that never felt real. It’s not that I want to erase my body—I just want it to feel like mine. I want softness. Curves. A place to be entered, to be held, to be loved in a way that matches how I feel inside. I want to be her. And in many ways, I already am. I haven’t transitioned. Maybe I never will. But I live in the space between genders like it’s home. Most people have no idea. They see what I let them see. But under my clothes, I’m wrapped in the truth of who I am—lace panties, a matching bra, delicate straps across my chest, sometimes a garter if I need to feel extra pretty that day. It’s not just for arousal. It’s for survival. And always, always, I wear my prosthetic. My fake pussy. My secret salvation. It’s made of silicone—soft, skinlike, shaped just right. The slit is subtle but perfect. There's a hole you can enter, if you know how to treat me. When I slip it on and feel my cock tucked away, my heart slows. My body goes quiet. I look down and see smoothness, femininity, me. Not a fantasy—reality. My reality. I wear it all the time. Not just for sex, not just when I’m alone. It’s part of my daily ritual, part of how I make peace with a body that’s caught between what it is and what I wish it could be. It keeps me close to her—the woman I am when no one’s looking, and sometimes even when they are. Most lovers don’t know how to handle that part of me. They want either a woman or a man, and I’m both and neither. But some—some—see me. They touch me with reverence. They kiss my neck like it’s sacred. They press against the silicone, kiss me through it, call me beautiful. And when they slide inside that prosthetic slit, I feel... loved. Not just fucked. Chosen. Other times, they want what I hide. They pull down my panties and take me as I am. My ass becomes my pussy. They call my cock a girl cock, and I let them, because in those moments it belongs to the version of me who still needs to be worshipped, still deserves to be adored. There's no shame in it. I’m done apologizing for the way I live in my body. But the most powerful moments are the quiet ones—alone, silk between my thighs, hips swaying as I move through the world with my little secret pressed tight against me. The prosthetic warms to my skin. I forget it’s there, and yet I’m constantly aware of it. It doesn’t just hide what I hate. It shows me who I am. Every soft curve, every subtle line—it’s mine. I’ve had men fall in love with me through it. Not just because of how I look, but how I let them in. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. When I let a man undress me slowly, kiss down my stomach, slip his fingers over that smooth slit... he doesn’t just touch silicone. He touches me. He touches the part of me that’s always been waiting to be seen. And when he enters me there, when he moves inside me through that perfect opening, I close my eyes and feel a kind of peace I’ve never known. A feeling that says, This is what it means to be wanted. This is what it means to be a woman. This is what it means to be loved in the body you’ve built for yourself, on your terms. It’s not a costume. It’s not pretend. It’s truth, wrapped in silicone and lingerie and longing. And it’s beautiful. More: 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 #adultcontent

Unraveling the Thread: How Clothing Has Been Used to Subjugate Women—and Why That’s Changing By Chrissy Why do women have to cover their chests while men can go shirtless in public? It’s a question that may seem simple—but carries profound implications about gender, power, and control. What we wear has never been neutral. Clothing is one of the most immediate ways society tells us who we are, or who we’re allowed to be. And when it comes to gender, clothing has been weaponized—especially against women—for centuries. But this isn’t just about history. It’s about lived experience. It’s personal. My Own Journey Through the Fabric of Gender As someone still exploring my own gender identity, this topic isn’t abstract. I was always a little more feminine than masculine, even as a child. For years, I repressed it—hiding behind "boy clothes" and what society expected of me. But in time, especially through the support of loving partners and close relationships, I came to embrace not only my homosexuality but something even deeper: the truth of my transgender identity. I am a woman—a female self long trapped in a male body. Though I firmly believe clothing shouldn't define gender—because gender identity is internal, not sartorial—clothing still does carry that symbolic weight in our world today. And so, until I find the strength to publicly transition, I express my femininity in the ways that are available to me now: I wear bras and female underwear every day in secret beneath my outwardly masculine clothing. In private, I allow myself to wear skirts, dresses, lingerie, and the soft, beautiful fabrics that make me feel aligned with my true self. It’s not about performance. It’s about presence. It’s about reclaiming what was always mine. The History of Clothing as a Tool of Gender Control To understand how we got here, we must look back. Clothing began as a means of protection. But from early civilization onward, it evolved into a tool of social stratification—and eventually, a means of gender control. Ancient societies created strict visual codes for women, emphasizing modesty, submission, and containment. While men wore tunics or armor suited for movement, battle, and public life, women were wrapped, tied, bound, and veiled. The message was clear: men moved freely through the world. Women did not. In medieval and early modern Europe, this dichotomy hardened. Men's clothing was practical. Women’s clothing was restrictive, ornate, and often uncomfortably symbolic. Corsets, crinolines, and hoop skirts made running, fighting, or even breathing difficult. These garments weren’t just fashion—they were cages. If you were wearing a dress, you weren’t riding into battle. You weren’t speaking in court. You weren’t commanding an army or a kingdom. You were ornamental. You were controlled. Modesty, the Female Chest, and the Double Standard These patterns persist today—nowhere more clearly than in the sexualization of the female chest. The fact that a man can walk down the street shirtless without a second glance, while a woman can be arrested for doing the same, speaks volumes. This isn’t about modesty. It’s about power and shame. The female chest has been hyper-sexualized while simultaneously shrouded in taboo. This serves to objectify women and punish them at the same time. Even breastfeeding in public is controversial in many places—seen not as natural or maternal, but as obscene. This double standard is part of a larger system that says women must be desirable but modest, visible but not too loud, strong but not threatening. And clothing is the vehicle through which these contradictory demands are enforced. Clothing as Power—and Resistance Throughout history, clothing has helped define who was allowed to hold power. Male garments—uniforms, suits, boots—were made for authority. Female garments were not. This is why women were long excluded from spaces of governance and decision-making. Until just a few decades ago, women couldn’t wear pants in courtrooms or on the floor of the U.S. Senate. Power had a dress code—and that dress code was male. To be continued in next post... Love, Chrissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #CD #gurl #sissy #sissyboy #trans #tgirl #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #ladyboy #femboy #shemale

🌸 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

About “Shemale Chrissy” Hello everyone, I want to introduce myself and share a little bit of my story with you. This is a space where I can express who I am—openly, honestly, and without shame. I’m still exploring parts of my identity, learning more about myself every day, and I hope to find friends, support, and maybe even a sense of belonging along the way. I want to clarify that I mean no offense to biological women. I deeply respect the struggles and experiences they have faced and continue to face. I acknowledge that I will never fully understand what it feels like to be a woman from birth, nor can I claim to have experienced that journey firsthand. That said, I’ve always felt more feminine than masculine and genuinely enjoy being perceived as a woman. Given my age, I don’t believe I can—or want to—fully transition or live as a woman full time. In truth, I may simply be a crossdresser who expresses their femininity in ways that make them feel whole. What matters to me is being able to embrace and live that side of myself authentically, even if it isn’t “traditional.” I also want to be honest about the terms I use to describe myself. I sometimes refer to myself as a “sissy” or a “shemale,” among other words. I mean no offense by these labels—they’re simply part of how I’m exploring my identity and finding language that fits me. Sometimes I use filters or soft edits in photos—not to trick anyone—but to help me live out a personal dream or fantasy, even just digitally. It’s for me, a way to see myself as I’ve always imagined. I like showing off and receiving compliments on my body. Growing up, I never really got that kind of positive attention, and expressing this side of me now is both empowering and healing. Recently, I’ve also realized that I want to showcase this part of myself more openly—perhaps even as a model. For me, this isn’t just performance; it’s a way to claim my identity and celebrate my femininity with confidence. Yes, some of the content I create and share is adult or pornographic in nature. I understand that’s not for everyone, and I respect that. But for me, it’s an expression of pride, sensuality, and self-love. More than anything, I’m here to find friends, support, and community—to connect, share experiences, and network with people who understand or want to learn. Thank you for your understanding and support. ❤️#crossdresser #shemale #sissy #lgbtq #nsfw #crossdressing #gay #trans #gurl #bio #transgirl #tgirl #transwoman #transgender

No pressure to disclose! But.. out of curiousity.. I am a straight man who adores cd's/trans.. as well as regular ladies of course ;p I consider myself a man in woman's clothing when I dress... (but enjoy the femininity, textures, smells.. and oc the 'play' time 😅😋 So was wondering what the prevailing perceptions are in here, with zero judgement in any event! Options are not exhaustive, so if yours isn't there, add it!

So proud of myself. Ive been growing my hair for years now. Finally got the courage to ask for a more feminine haircut and even got bangs. It makes me so happy my embrace my femininity. ❤️

I have been gone for a bit - spring break with family - But I still like to share with all my girlfriends. Here is a photo taken a year ago; I have done a bit of of enhancement to make it look like a painting - Still all me at about 145lbs , fitting so well in this my favorite size 6 pink Victoria Secrets lace outfit - My breasts are free to move in this outfit and I really love the fabric - Getting ready for a sleep-mate, wearing one of my favorite Teddies really turns on my feelings of femininity. Yes, I feeling free, feminine, soft and trim. Oh, I just love to sleep in this outfit in the warm spring and summer time. 💞

Owning my femininity

When I was very young and a shorts wearer, my Mother was also my Barber in the 1990s. She would instruct me to sit on her stool in order to cut my hair. She frequently wore an evidently hypnotic black pleated cotton skirt which tickled my knees as it brushed across them while she was cutting my fringe. I now apparently have the image of her skirt deeply in my eyes. It was first noticed by my English Teacher in the 1990s and by subsequent girlfriends who have also mentioned it. The presence of the image and my Mother regularly sitting with her legs crossed on a high stool at our then Breakfast Bar with her new dark brown sequinned polyester accordion pleated midi skirt strikingly draped very close to the floor during the 1990s has strongly influenced my interest in androgyny, so I regularly wear one of my pleated or circle skirts/dresses at home. In November 2015, I was scapegoated by a group of criminals, who waited in a silver Private Hire Taxi outside the building in which I lived expecting me to emerge dressed as a woman with a bob hairstyle. My being dressed as a man rendered them indecisive with their execution plot, so the 3 men did not ambush & abduct me. In view of my androgynous modelling hobby saving my life, I shall continue to enjoy femininity. There's also additional information at; <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127177664@N04/16024330889/in/dateposted-public/">www.flickr.com/photos/127177664@N04/16024330889/in/

I present, androgynously, my materially comfortable, stylish and very swishy accordion pleated Lingzhiyuan maxi skirt. It is complemented by a turtle neck blouse, a clutch purse/handbag, black Vancy Kitten heeled open toe buckle ankle shoes, musical accompaniment and a Walther PPK/S pistol: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JohUQLUG-IY When I was very young and a shorts wearer, my Mother was also my Barber in the 1990s. She would instruct me to sit on her stool in order to cut my hair. She frequently wore an evidently hypnotic black pleated cotton skirt which tickled my knees as it brushed across them while she was cutting my fringe. I now apparently have the image of her skirt deeply in my eyes. It was first noticed by my English Teacher in the 1990s and by subsequent girlfriends who have also mentioned it. The presence of the image and my Mother regularly sitting with her legs crossed on a high stool at our then Breakfast Bar with her new dark brown sequinned polyester accordion pleated midi skirt strikingly draped very close to the floor during the 1990s has strongly influenced my interest in androgyny, so I regularly wear one of my pleated or circle skirts/dresses at home. In November 2015, I was scapegoated by a group of criminals, who waited in a silver Private Hire Taxi outside the building in which I lived expecting me to emerge dressed as a woman with a bob hairstyle. My being dressed as a man rendered them indecisive with their execution plot, so the 3 men did not ambush & abduct me. In view of my androgynous modelling hobby saving my life, I shall continue to enjoy femininity. There's also additional information at; https://www.flickr.com/photos/127177664@N04/16024330889/in/dateposted-pub

I present, androgynously, my materially comfortable, stylish and very swishy grey Next Kilt. It is complemented by a Fruit of the Loom blouse and Very Voga open toe Bowknot Kitten heeled buckle shoes, with musical accompaniment entitled 'Kingpin In A Skirt'. Top 10: Best Catwalkers/ Models With The Best Walk: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tep9W_zzYI&t=0s When I was very young and a shorts wearer, my Mother was also my Barber in the 1980s, so she would instruct me to sit on her low stool in order to cut my hair. She frequently wore an evidently hypnotic black pleated cotton skirt which tickled my knees as it brushed across them while she was cutting my fringe. I now apparently have the image of her skirt deeply in my eyes. It was first noticed by my English Teacher in the 1980s and by subsequent girlfriends who have also mentioned it. The presence of the image and my Mother regularly sitting with her legs crossed on a high stool at our then Breakfast Bar with her new dark brown sequinned polyester accordion pleated sequinned midi skirt strikingly draped very close to the floor during the 1980s has strongly influenced my interest in androgyny, so I regularly wear one of my pleated or circle skirts/dresses at home. In November 2015, I was scapegoated by a group of criminals, who waited in a silver Private Hire Taxi outside the building in which I lived expecting me to emerge dressed as a woman with a bob hairstyle. My being dressed as a man rendered them indecisive with their execution plot, so the 3 men did not ambush & abduct me. In view of my androgynous modelling hobby saving my life, I shall continue to enjoy femininity. There`s also additional information at; https://www.flickr.com/photos/127177664@N04/16024330889/in/dateposted-public/

It's bad when people throw the hook and then leave everything there, not caring. This app could do a lot, especially for emerging women who struggle to free their femininity and yet I still often see provocative requests or photos that are then left unconsidered, thus wasting great opportunities to get to know each other

I just wanted so say that I love this app/site. All the girls on here are so nice, sweet,cute, and sexy. I feel so free about exploring my femininity. I enjoy and look forward to each time I log in. So thank you ladies for sharing and being part of my exploration. 💋

In silky threads of elegance, they rise, Pantyhose, a touch of allure in disguise. Wrapped around legs with gentle grace, They enhance beauty, adding a trace. Soft and sheer, like a whispered sigh, They dance with breeze, as time goes by. Embracing curves, a second skin they become, In colors and patterns, a fashion outcome. With every step, a subtle embrace, Pantyhose exude confidence and grace. They lend a polished, professional air, Or ignite passion with a hint of flair. A symbol of femininity they possess, In their delicate fibers, a timeless caress. They bring warmth in winter's icy breath, Or coolness on summer's sweltering path. They accompany dresses and skirts with glee, A partner in style, for all to see. From office towers to vibrant dance floors, Pantyhose elevate the outfits we adore. They hold secrets within their woven embrace, Whispering stories of elegance and grace. They celebrate legs in every form, Unveiling beauty, weathering any storm. So, let us honor pantyhose's charm, In poetry's embrace, let us disarm. For in those delicate threads, we find, just A touch of magic, forever entwined.

Look, just because I like to express my femininity, look and feel sexy in lingerie under a dress with makeup on in heels doesn't mean I want to be fucked by every swinging dick or be talked to like I'm nothing but a clueless means to your satisfactions end! Men are disgusting and for the record, being a sissy doesn't mean we're whores, most of us prefer to be loyal to only one. Assholes!

Put on a dress, let femininity flow through your body and soul from head to toe.

Some from last night x #skirt #blouse #sexycrosdresser #crossdressing #crossdresseruk #femboi #femininity #cd #xdresser #ladyboys #flirty #mtftrans #mtf #sexycrossdressers #sexy #tease #sexycrossdressers #femboy #feminization #stockinglover #lingerie #crossdressersselfies #crossdresser

The feeling of femininity

Femininity is now becoming second nature to me now lol