Good morning everyone. Hope you all have a great day. I'm going to be busy with housework all day, so please feel free to disturb me with a lot of saucy suggestions, mindful messages, or raunchy roleplay. Not that I'm easily distracted 😆 xxx

Im becoming a Mistresss and a Goddesss that every sissy wants me to train them... If you want to join my class for #free hit my DM. Hello Subs, Slavess and Sissies. Ive been waiting. FYI smiles💃👠

Hello, to all you sexy boys and girls, for some reason I cannot post any sexy pics on my profile, but if you would like to play and have some sexy kinky fun together, please feel free to message me 😉 😘 xx

Nearly my free weekend, can't wait for some winter knit dresses stockings heels and furs ❤️

Well walked the dog, bloody freezing so back to bed to get warm again.

Am I 'just' a CD? Am I a sissy? Am I something else? How do I find out? Can anyone help? (p.s. I'm not looking for any paid for Dom service) feel free to comment or message me. Thanks!

Bathroom's like the Arctic*, nope! So bunk off work a bit early tomorrow, get smooth and sweet-smelling when i get home then off to Hampshire's Most Wanted swinger social! Will there be any after-parties, i wonder? *Freezing, not 18-wheeled and jammed around a bend in the lane!

Consider myself straight but lately crossdressers have kinda gotten to me a bit, feel free to message me!

I want to break free

Hi admirers an girls 🧒 I’m free 💋

Let your thougts Run free

I am coming out in 2026, I want Cait to be free and happy, and maybe sore from a new owner 😹

Hello sexy people, if anyone wants to have some sexy chat, please feel free to message me 😉 😘 xx

I'm free on Saturday 13th December (daytime). Would love to dress up and have fun with a like-minded cd. I'm based in Woking. Feel free to dm me.

Who Loves gusset tights Flexible on being tight or free What would like me to be Free Caged Tightly pulled up X

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 #twinklelittlestar

So Frankly Verse 1 So frankly, I don’t have much time For the world as it is today And frankly, I just don’t care What all the silly people say Pre-Chorus If I’m to speak frankly I won’t hold back, I won’t run I might give you both barrels From my smoking gun — oh, how much fun Chorus So frankly, I don’t have much time For the noise, for the lies, for the play So frankly, I don’t have much time For the world as it is today Verse 2 I see the headlines, I hear the spin Empty promises, recycled sin Why should I bow, why should I wait? I’ll write my own lines, I’ll change my fate Pre-Chorus If I’m to speak frankly The mask will come undone I might give you both barrels From my smoking gun — oh, how much fun Chorus So frankly, I don’t have much time For the noise, for the lies, for the play So frankly, I don’t have much time For the world as it is today Bridge No chains to bind me, no script to read No false religion, no hate to feed If I’m to be honest, if I’m to be free The truth I carry will carry me Chorus (repeat/fade) So frankly, I don’t have much time For the noise, for the lies, for the play So frankly, I don’t have much time For the world as it is today.

Good evening everyone, im feeling really naughty tonight and need someone to put me in my place 😜, please feel free to message me to tell me what you would do to me 😘xx

Sliped on a thicker skirt, as it's freezing today.

Santa & Mrs. Claus: Threeway at the North Pole Continued: I was too nervous to answer but nodded. "Good," he exclaimed, "now its my turn. Ho, ho, ho!" With that, Santa took his clothes off, exposing his huge, rock hard, wrinkly magical dick that I knew so well, knew so intimately. He walked over to the bed, grabbed my head from the back of it, and forced us to kiss, his tongue exploring my throat. His free hand felt down my chest and tummy, down to my naked crotch where he pulled on my cock. "I see you're ready," he commented. I could see out of the corner of my eye Mrs. Claus feeling herself up and down, moaning. She fingered her own pussy... Santa then bent down and put my penis into his mouth. He sucked me off...slurping....licking my shaft., squeezing the head with his lips, shaking it with his hand...I was already so aroused that it didn't take me long to cum and fill his mouth up. Santa swallowed it all...smiling, moaning, saying "yum!" and, of course, "ho, ho, ho!" "Get on your hands and knees," the jolly old elf, Santa, demanded. I did, my bare-naked ass now exposed upward at him like a dog in heat presenting herself to a mate. Santa mounted me and like last Christmas, slamming his huge, magical dick into my tight, little boypussy hole doggy-style, making me his. Mrs. Claus came up to the side of the bed and then crawled under me to where she could put her mouth around my cock. So as Santa Claus fucked my ass Mrs. Claus was sucking my dick. When Santa climaxed, seeding me with his semen, I came too, almost choking Mrs. Claus with my boyjuice, who was able to swallow all of it. Santa layed on the bed next to me, his fat, hairy arms around my skinny, smooth ladyboy body, Mrs. Claus layed on the other side next to me, her wrinkly but feminine arms also around me. "I wish you would touch me like that Santa, as you touch Chrissy," Mrs. Claus said, making me uncomfortable. "Ho, ho, ho!" Answered Santa. "It's okay, We have Chrissy now." What did that mean? That I was to continue satisfying both of them? "Not for very long," I added. "Just until I am able to get home." "That will be at least a year," Mrs. Claus commented. I sat up more in shock. "A year? Why?" "No one leaves Santa's Village but Santa and that is only on Christmas Eve." said Mrs. Claus. "And since this Christmas Eve is over, you'll have to wait until next year," Santa added. "I can't wait until next year! I got a life to get back to. People will miss me!" "I'm sorry, Chrissy, but we just don't have any way of getting you home otherwise." "You can't just take me anytime? Have an elf fly the sleigh?" "If people saw Santa's sleigh flying around on any other night than Christmas Eve that would be a scandal." "But a whole year!" "You're not a prisoner. You can walk away anytime. But this is the North Pole. You won't get very far." said Mrs. Claus. "And I couldn't bear to see my baby boy get hurt again." She kissed me on the forehead, while groping my cock, as she said this. "But you have it good here. Free food and board...a warm bed...hot cocoa...and Mrs. Claus and I to sexually satisfy you, ho, ho, ho!" Santa said. "All you have to do for a year is relax and enjoy great sex. Ho, ho, ho!" "And the elves can have a break, Santa," Mrs. Claus said. "Well, we'll see about that. Chrissy is hot and all, but I do like my little elves," said Santa, "ho, ho, ho!" "But not me..." Mrs. Claus said sadly. "Oh, honey, I do love you," Santa said. "But yes, I need something else sexually. Heck, half the reason I took the job I do on Christmas Eve was to be able to fuck so many different people. Like Chrissy! Ho, ho, ho!" Santa grabbed my face again and kissed me, saying, "don't worry. You'll like it here. Ho, ho, ho!" Mrs. Claus grabbed my dick again and got close to me too, whispering, "I guarantee it." And that was my experience with Santa and Mrs. Claus. Ho, ho, ho!

Hi, I feel so slutty in this skirt, hope you approve 😉 😘 feel free to message me and tell me what a naughty slut I am an what you want to do to me x

My goals for 2026 are to give my Cat side more freedom, find love and not care who knows about it all.

Are you Submissive ? Are you Musculine Girl ? Are you Feminine Boy ? Are you willing to belong to for a fee?... No, be my girlfriend for free ...

Anyone want to chat feel free to

I usually find it difficult to express myself so directly, especially when speaking publicly, but I want to say that I often see many people dressed up here and that you are all really beautiful and attractive. I say this sincerely, especially because I think few people here point it out, so I just wanted to say that you have beautiful photos and that I admire your carefree attitude, one of the reasons why I chose to stay here. Otherwise, I'll blush, it's not easy for me to express myself. 😊

My Christmas story continued: He had me get on my hands and knees and stick my ass up into the air. Santa got on his knees behind me and straddled my backside. He lifted up my lingerie nighty, pulled down my lace panties, then spread my buttcheeks to expose my tight, pink little hole. Santa didn't need lube, he was magical after all, as he entered me his dick got wet and slippery so that it moved freely into my rectum with no pain. He thrusted it rhythmically, gyrating...in and out..in and out..in and out...in...in...in...getting deeper each time. It was so big, it hit all my nerve endings and my p-spot giving me the coveted ass orgasm....while my dick got turned on and big, too....cum dripping from it... "Ho...ho....ho..." Santa moaned in pure ecstasy as my sphincter and buttcheeks squeezed his cock. His man meat swelled, throbbed....then....BOOM! Like a volcano or bazooka it exploded and shot four squirts of his semen, his sperm, his DNA into my anal cavity. I could feel it as it wet my insides and got sticky. "Ho, ho, ho, hooooo!!!!!!!!!!" Santa yelled with enjoyment. And he slapped my ass just for fun. Meanwhile, I had also cum and got my panties soaked and sticky, some dripping on to the floor in front of me. Santa stayed inside and on top of me for a minute or two while he caught his breath, then he pulled his awesome magical cock out of my hole, and I heard a "pop!" and wush sound of air escaping. I didn't see it, but Santa then zipped his pants back up and buckled his belt. I got off my knees and stood up, fixing my panties and my nightgown, and turned to face Santa. "Here," Santa said reaching into his bag, "I have a gift for you." He pulled out a card. Later I would discover it is a winning Lotto ticket with the award being in the millions of dollars. "Now you are back on my nice list," he added. "And I'll be visiting you more frequently." As he flew off on his sleigh led by his reindeer, I could hear him yell, "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas to all! And to all a good night! And Chrissy is a great fuck!" More: #sissy #femboy #transgender #gurl #sissyboy #tgirl #CD #crossdresser #crossdressing #transgirl #transwoman #adultcontent #nsfw

Good afternoon my lovelies. Hope you're managing to keep warm this autumn. I myself am freezing. 🥶 Just hopi g for a bit of warming chat to sustain me till dinner time 😊 xxx

I never really got into crossdressing until about 7 years ago, (I am 47) but it always in me and sometimes it would come out, Halloween especially, another reason I love that season. But looking back, one of my first memories was locking myself in my older sister's room and getting caught in her dress. I think I was born to crossdress. Now I have been single a long time and I live alone so I am free to express myself I find Cat was definitely always there, I am not one for regrets, but I wish I had set Cat free years ago, but it was a different world then. I am pleased and thankful the Cat can come out of the bag now, even if the bag is hidden in closet.

I am thinking of coming out as Bi, I would like to find someone so I can be more free to be Cat, not to live as Cat, but to have that space with someone to express her with a little help, I am sure all crossdressers will say it's not easy feminising alone. I am at a stage in my life where people who know me want me to be happy, nobody needs to know the details. Cat having a loving owner sounds good now.

Morning all. I'm free tomorrow if anyone would like to meet up.

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 The Meeting That Got Out of Hand I showed up to the office dressed in my “Supervisor” uniform — black polo shirt tucked neatly into black pants, shiny work shoes. On the outside, I looked like any middle manager headed into a boring meeting. But under it all, I wore my little secret: a lacy pink bra and panties. Just knowing they were against my skin made me shiver with anticipation. The room looked like an office conference space, complete with a long table, chairs, and quarterly reports scattered around. Five others were waiting — three men in polos like mine, and two women in skirts and blouses. I sat down and kept tugging at my shirt, worried my bra straps might show. That’s when one of the women leaned over and smirked. “Chris… is that lace I see under your collar?” My stomach flipped. I froze, heat rushing to my face. Everyone’s eyes snapped to me. The strap had slipped just enough to peek out. One of the men chuckled, leaning forward. “No way… are you wearing a bra under that uniform?” My hands fumbled at my collar, trying to hide it. “I… maybe.” My voice cracked. The woman reached over and tugged my shirt down just enough to reveal the delicate strap, then the curve of lace against my chest. Gasps, then laughter, but not cruel — hungry. Aroused. “Stand up,” another man said. “Show us.” I hesitated only a second before rising to my feet. Heart pounding, I pulled my polo up, exposing the pink bra stretched across my chest. The room went silent, then filled with low groans of approval. “Fuck, Chrissy,” one of them whispered. “Turn around.” I obeyed, bending slightly. My waistband had slipped low enough that the lacy panties showed above my pants. Someone reached out, tugging them down just enough to expose the curve of my ass. The first touch made me gasp — a hand sliding over the silk, squeezing, then pulling my pants down around my thighs. Now I was standing in front of them in bra and panties, my cock already swelling against the lace. They closed in. A woman pressed her lips to mine, lipstick smearing as her tongue slid into my mouth. Hands roamed everywhere — groping my ass, tugging at my nipples through the bra, cupping my cock through the panties. “Get on the table,” the tall man ordered. I climbed onto the polished surface, lying back as they surrounded me. Someone yanked my panties aside, freeing my cock, already dripping. A hot mouth enveloped me, sucking hard, while another tongue flicked over my nipple, teeth grazing until I cried out. My legs were spread wide, panties shoved down, and I felt a slick finger pushing into my ass, stretching me open. I moaned around the cock one of the men slid between my lips, gagging as he held my head and thrust deep. It was a blur of sensation. One man fucking my throat, another pumping into my ass, their bodies grinding against me while the women took turns riding my face and jerking my cock. The table shook with every thrust, papers scattering like a storm. “Good little slut,” someone growled in my ear as they pounded into me from behind, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the office. My cock spurted across my stomach, hot and sticky, but they didn’t stop. They used me until I was soaked with cum inside and out, my bra twisted, panties torn, lipstick smeared across my face. When it was finally over, I lay sprawled on the table, trembling, dripping, utterly used. The others buttoned their shirts, straightened their skirts, laughing softly as though the meeting had gone exactly as planned. I wiped the mess from my lips, my chest still heaving. “So…” I whispered, voice raw, “should I type up the minutes?” The room erupted in laughter — and I knew I’d just passed my first real office initiation. -Chrissy

Unraveling the Thread: How Clothing Has Been Used to Subjugate Women—and Why That’s Changing (continued) By Chrissy 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. Today, those lines are blurring. The rise of androgynous and gender-neutral fashion challenges the old binaries. More people are rejecting the idea that clothes must conform to “male” or “female.” Icons like Harry Styles, Elliot Page, and Indya Moore are showing that fashion can be fluid, expressive, and liberating. Yet, as someone living with a transgender identity, I still feel the weight of those norms. When I wear a bra or slip on a dress, I’m not just “playing dress-up.” I’m aligning myself with my truth. I’m saying to the world—even if they can’t see it yet—that I know who I am. The Future: Beyond Gendered Fabric We are in the midst of a slow but powerful revolution. The #FreeTheNipple movement, the rise of unisex clothing lines, and the increased visibility of trans and nonbinary voices all point to one truth: gender expression cannot—and should not—be policed by fabric. But the work isn’t done. We still live in a world where a child in a skirt is bullied, where a trans woman is judged by her ability to “pass,” and where freedom of clothing is still a privilege, not a right. So yes, I dream of a world where clothes mean only what we want them to mean—where they’re tools of expression, not oppression. But until then, I will continue to express my identity, my truth, my womanhood—even if it’s still beneath the surface, hidden under layers. Because to wear what makes you feel like you is an act of quiet rebellion. And sometimes, rebellion begins in a closet. What are your thoughts? Love, Chrissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #CD #gurl #sissy #sissyboy #trans #tgirl #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #ladyboy #femboy #shemale

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

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Who wants to go out for Halloween?! Do you know of any parties? I'm free. This Halloween I want to show off... very high heels and minimal covering. I'd like to show myself to everyone, I'm choosing the right theme... suggestions welcome..👠🍓👄👚💄🎀💦👰🏼‍♀️👡🐩👗💃🩱💅💍👒💁🏼‍♀️😘🥰😘🍑💋💋💋

Good morning everyone. Hope Sunday is smooth as satin for you all. Pop by for a chat if you fancy. I'll be rattling those pots and pans again today, but feel free to interrupt the potato peeling if you fancy a chat 😊 xxx

Hello everyone, new Mature Dominant here, 46. Please feel free to reach out to me. 😘

So im at work this weekend, my wife is at her boyfriends and I’m 20 mins in at work and board already 🫩 hope you all have a great weekend, l free to keep me entertained and who knows maybe soon I’ll be able to join you all in the land of love, stockings and naughtiness x x x

Hello to all you sexy people, im just deciding what else to wear, any suggestions?, feel free to message me, i would love to have some sexy chat with you 😘 ❤️

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Seeking a Submissive Crossdresser for Online D/s Exploration 💄🖤 I’m looking to connect with a submissive who enjoys cross-dressing and is ready to explore a deeper, more mindful kind of power exchange. This would be an online dynamic (for now) one built on trust, control, ritual, and transformation. I’m not interested in pain, flogging, or heavy impact play. My style leans toward psychological dominance, slow and intentional control, and helping you grow into the version of yourself you’ve only dared to imagine. You may already love the feel of lace and silk… or be curious about surrendering in a more feminine form. Either way, if you crave the structure, encouragement, and control of a guiding hand, we might be a good match. You: Submissive (or questioning) Curious or experienced with feminization/cross-dressing Comfortable with or open to online-only for now Emotionally mature and communicative Me: Calm, assertive, and creative Not into pain or degradation I value respect and depth Enjoy guiding, shaping, and being in control Open to something long-term, if the connection is right If this stirs something in you, feel free to reach out. Tell me what you’re looking for, what draws you to this path, and what you hope to feel when you submit. Let’s make it something we both look forward to. PrincessMia