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- Who Am I Today
Verse 1
Who am I today?
Am I the same as yesterday?
Or have I changed a little more,
moving closer to that distant shore.
Chorus
Two lives inside of me,
two truths, two destinies.
One that hides, one that breaks free—
both are real, both are me.
Verse 2
The night dissolves, the morning stays.
I walk the line of shifting ways.
Each breath I take, a choice is near—
which voice I follow, which disappears.
Verse 3
But in the silence, I still believe
that something brighter waits for me.
The world can be better, I can be too—
whichever self steps forward, it’s still true
#twinklelittlestarWho Am I Today Verse 1 Who am I today? Am I the same as yesterday? Or have I changed a little more, moving closer to that distant shore. Chorus Two lives inside of me, two truths, two destinies. One that hides, one that breaks free— both are real, both are me. Verse 2 The night dissolves, the morning stays. I walk the line of shifting ways. Each breath I take, a choice is near— which voice I follow, which disappears. Verse 3 But in the silence, I still believe that something brighter waits for me. The world can be better, I can be too— whichever self steps forward, it’s still true #twinklelittlestar
3 Comments 0 Shares 1672 Views 9 - Morning all just popping on to say hello to my friends and followers
Painting all day today easy life rolling the walls pity it’s not a JMorning all just popping on to say hello to my friends and followers Painting all day today easy life rolling the walls pity it’s not a J1 Comments 0 Shares 1573 Views - Oh dear, how sad, never mind - "CelineTv" appears to have blocked me, is it cos i called her a wanker for not following the Rules In The Big Red Box? Well, no loss, her pics are, frankly, gross and exactly the sort that transphobes use to spread the lie that we're all fat, slovenly, weirdos dressed in cheap knockoffs of latex fetishwear so overstretched that Anyone Can Always Tell. Nice not to have them on my feed, really.Oh dear, how sad, never mind - "CelineTv" appears to have blocked me, is it cos i called her a wanker for not following the Rules In The Big Red Box? Well, no loss, her pics are, frankly, gross and exactly the sort that transphobes use to spread the lie that we're all fat, slovenly, weirdos dressed in cheap knockoffs of latex fetishwear so overstretched that Anyone Can Always Tell. Nice not to have them on my feed, really.4 Comments 0 Shares 3366 Views 6
- Good evening sweets! I'm off to work. But thought I'd leave you with a story. 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
Chrissy on the Hillcrest Bus
The bus hissed as it opened its doors on University Avenue, right in the heart of Hillcrest, San Diego’s famous gay neighborhood. I climbed aboard, heart racing a little faster than usual. On the outside I was in my “boy clothes” — plain pants, a simple shirt — but underneath I was my secret self: Chrissy Marie Tunnell. Pink floral panties hugged my smooth hips, a matching bra cupped my chest, and tiny flashes of trans-colored jewelry — a ring, a dangling earring — shimmered in the afternoon light.
I wasn’t fully comfortable living openly as a girl yet, but I loved leaving little clues for anyone observant enough to notice.
As I walked down the aisle, I felt eyes on me. One man’s gaze dropped to where the pink waistband of my panties peeked above my pants. Another tilted his head just enough to catch the faint outline of my bra straps beneath the thin cotton of my shirt. My jewelry glinted when the bus jolted, and I knew they’d seen the colors.
Their eyes followed me hungrily as I slid into a seat halfway down. Even the bus driver, watching through the mirror, licked his lips and adjusted in his chair.
“Hey…” one man finally said, his voice a mix of awe and lust. “You’re Chrissy… the trans model, aren’t you?”
My cheeks burned, but I gave a shy smile. “Yes.”
A low whistle came from the back. “Damn. You should take those clothes off.”
I laughed nervously, shaking my head. “I can’t here…”
Then the driver’s voice, gravelly but warm, floated down the aisle: “It’s okay. I won’t say anything.” His eyes met mine in the mirror, daring me.
A shiver ran through me. My body trembled with a mix of nerves and arousal as I stood up slowly, the bus swaying beneath my feet. I grabbed the metal pole for balance, slipped off my shirt one button at a time, and slid my pants down my thighs. Gasps and murmurs spread as I revealed my pink bra and panties, smooth legs, and the bulge already straining with need.
“Goddamn…” someone whispered.
I posed for them, turning so they could see the curve of my ass, bending just enough to make my cheeks round and full under the thin fabric. I arched my back, running my hands down my torso, teasing myself for their eyes. The air hummed with catcalls and whistles, every sound feeding my arousal.
I felt powerful. Desired. Exposed.
The driver adjusted his mirror again, his eyes glued to me. My **** twitched inside my panties, leaking, the wet spot spreading. A chorus of moans and encouragement filled the bus as I spread my legs, cupped myself through the silky fabric, and let them watch my face flush and my chest rise and fall with each deep breath.
I was their show, their Chrissy, their secret ******* on wheels.
Chrissy’s Bus Show – The Climax
The bus swayed along the road, but I barely noticed. Every set of eyes was on me — hungry, wide, devouring. I stood in the aisle in nothing but my pink floral bra and panties, my smooth skin glistening under the fluorescent lights, my **** straining the damp satin.
“Do it, Chrissy,” someone whispered, voice husky with need.
“Yes… show us,” another begged.
The encouragement hit me like waves of heat. I hooked my thumbs under the band of my panties, tugged them tight against my bulge, and let out a trembling gasp. My **** pulsed, the wet spot spreading. The riders groaned, some openly rubbing themselves as they watched.
I spread my legs wider, arched my back, and cupped myself through the silky fabric. The friction was maddening. My hips bucked, the panties darkening with each spurt of precum.
“God, look at you,” the bus driver moaned from the mirror, his knuckles white on the wheel.
The passengers cheered me on, clapping, catcalling, shouting my name. “Chrissy! Chrissy!”
I slid one hand up my chest, over my flat stomach, to my bra — tugging at the cups, making my nipples stand hard under the lace. My other hand rubbed furiously over the soaked bulge, grinding, stroking, teasing myself to the edge.
The entire bus rocked with my moans. My thighs quivered, my lips parted, sweat dripping down my temples. I was lost in it, lost in them, lost in the rush of being seen.
Then it hit.
“Ahhh—!” My body seized, **** jerking uncontrollably as I came hard in my panties. Hot, sticky release poured out, soaking the pink fabric, running down my thighs. Gasps and cheers filled the air, some passengers clapping, others moaning with me as if they’d climaxed, too. (continued in comments below):
-ChrissyGood evening sweets! I'm off to work. But thought I'd leave you with a story. 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 Chrissy on the Hillcrest Bus The bus hissed as it opened its doors on University Avenue, right in the heart of Hillcrest, San Diego’s famous gay neighborhood. I climbed aboard, heart racing a little faster than usual. On the outside I was in my “boy clothes” — plain pants, a simple shirt — but underneath I was my secret self: Chrissy Marie Tunnell. Pink floral panties hugged my smooth hips, a matching bra cupped my chest, and tiny flashes of trans-colored jewelry — a ring, a dangling earring — shimmered in the afternoon light. I wasn’t fully comfortable living openly as a girl yet, but I loved leaving little clues for anyone observant enough to notice. As I walked down the aisle, I felt eyes on me. One man’s gaze dropped to where the pink waistband of my panties peeked above my pants. Another tilted his head just enough to catch the faint outline of my bra straps beneath the thin cotton of my shirt. My jewelry glinted when the bus jolted, and I knew they’d seen the colors. Their eyes followed me hungrily as I slid into a seat halfway down. Even the bus driver, watching through the mirror, licked his lips and adjusted in his chair. “Hey…” one man finally said, his voice a mix of awe and lust. “You’re Chrissy… the trans model, aren’t you?” My cheeks burned, but I gave a shy smile. “Yes.” A low whistle came from the back. “Damn. You should take those clothes off.” I laughed nervously, shaking my head. “I can’t here…” Then the driver’s voice, gravelly but warm, floated down the aisle: “It’s okay. I won’t say anything.” His eyes met mine in the mirror, daring me. A shiver ran through me. My body trembled with a mix of nerves and arousal as I stood up slowly, the bus swaying beneath my feet. I grabbed the metal pole for balance, slipped off my shirt one button at a time, and slid my pants down my thighs. Gasps and murmurs spread as I revealed my pink bra and panties, smooth legs, and the bulge already straining with need. “Goddamn…” someone whispered. I posed for them, turning so they could see the curve of my ass, bending just enough to make my cheeks round and full under the thin fabric. I arched my back, running my hands down my torso, teasing myself for their eyes. The air hummed with catcalls and whistles, every sound feeding my arousal. I felt powerful. Desired. Exposed. The driver adjusted his mirror again, his eyes glued to me. My cock twitched inside my panties, leaking, the wet spot spreading. A chorus of moans and encouragement filled the bus as I spread my legs, cupped myself through the silky fabric, and let them watch my face flush and my chest rise and fall with each deep breath. I was their show, their Chrissy, their secret goddess on wheels. Chrissy’s Bus Show – The Climax The bus swayed along the road, but I barely noticed. Every set of eyes was on me — hungry, wide, devouring. I stood in the aisle in nothing but my pink floral bra and panties, my smooth skin glistening under the fluorescent lights, my cock straining the damp satin. “Do it, Chrissy,” someone whispered, voice husky with need. “Yes… show us,” another begged. The encouragement hit me like waves of heat. I hooked my thumbs under the band of my panties, tugged them tight against my bulge, and let out a trembling gasp. My cock pulsed, the wet spot spreading. The riders groaned, some openly rubbing themselves as they watched. I spread my legs wider, arched my back, and cupped myself through the silky fabric. The friction was maddening. My hips bucked, the panties darkening with each spurt of precum. “God, look at you,” the bus driver moaned from the mirror, his knuckles white on the wheel. The passengers cheered me on, clapping, catcalling, shouting my name. “Chrissy! Chrissy!” I slid one hand up my chest, over my flat stomach, to my bra — tugging at the cups, making my nipples stand hard under the lace. My other hand rubbed furiously over the soaked bulge, grinding, stroking, teasing myself to the edge. The entire bus rocked with my moans. My thighs quivered, my lips parted, sweat dripping down my temples. I was lost in it, lost in them, lost in the rush of being seen. Then it hit. “Ahhh—!” My body seized, cock jerking uncontrollably as I came hard in my panties. Hot, sticky release poured out, soaking the pink fabric, running down my thighs. Gasps and cheers filled the air, some passengers clapping, others moaning with me as if they’d climaxed, too. (continued in comments below): -Chrissy2 Comments 0 Shares 15381 Views1 - Follow my telegram channel for sexy pics and videos: https://t.me/thecrossdressdivaFollow my telegram channel for sexy pics and videos: https://t.me/thecrossdressdiva0 Comments 0 Shares 3582 Views
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I just opened a new account
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https://www.instagram.com/essencefae?igsh=anUzcWY2ZDB3czdiDo you use Instagram? I just opened a new account Follow me now https://www.instagram.com/essencefae?igsh=anUzcWY2ZDB3czdi3 Comments 0 Shares 2606 Views - So following on from my announcement yesterday as now being a Trans Woman…. I sent a huge long message to my better half, (I’ve never been so scared in all my life) pouring my heart out, and that im not just questioning being a Trans Woman but actively researching and considering going the distance! This was her response……. And afterwards she phoned me, that’s she’s with me all the way and that we’ll do it together if that’s what we decide to do. She told me that its me the person she fell in love with all those years ago, not my dick!! lol She also said, she knew this was coming!! I can’t stop crying!So following on from my announcement yesterday as now being a Trans Woman…. I sent a huge long message to my better half, (I’ve never been so scared in all my life) pouring my heart out, and that im not just questioning being a Trans Woman but actively researching and considering going the distance! This was her response……. And afterwards she phoned me, that’s she’s with me all the way and that we’ll do it together if that’s what we decide to do. She told me that its me the person she fell in love with all those years ago, not my dick!! lol 😂 She also said, she knew this was coming!! I can’t stop crying!12 Comments 0 Shares 4738 Views 13
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