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    Just f#cking WOW, just got back from the Skindred gig... OMG the vibes, the energy, was sweating like a kid in a sweetshop with unlimited cash. Girls I highly recommend going to see them if you get the chance. You WON'T regret it.
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  • 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):


    -Chrissy
    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 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): -Chrissy
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  • 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.

    “****, 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 **** 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 **** 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 ****, 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 **** 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 ****. 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 **** 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

    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
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    Love these boots, by far the best thigh highs I have ever owned.
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  • Short skirts & high heels...these are two of my favourite things
    Short skirts & high heels...these are two of my favourite things ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ‘ 
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  • What do you think of Alcina Dimitrescu super sexy hot version showing everything during the Halloween evening..???#jadore #hallowen #sissy #crossdress #Dimitrescu #loveit #hightheels
    What do you think of Alcina Dimitrescu super sexy hot version showing everything during the Halloween evening..???๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ‘#jadore #hallowen #sissy #crossdress #Dimitrescu #loveit #hightheels ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘
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  • (How to Spot a Fake)

    This is a few things you can look for when spotting a Fake Pictures. Of course there is also the The Very Poor Picture which can make things tricky. A high percentage of users use Ai in the form of Apps and Software to change there appearance. FaceApp, Snapchat and manu many more Ai based tools are available to change your appearance.

    The old addage that says if it's too good to be true then it probably is, a 60 year old will not have Flawless Skin. As you will see

    Large Body, Big Hairy Arms, Large Fingers, with beautiful flawless Face, errr No, Fake.

    Many Ai creation Software/Apps struggle to Create Hands, Hair, Facial Skin, Backgrounds. Will expand on this ..

    Hands take alot of Ai processing power and many times there will be mistakes like, Six fingers, Rings that span two fingers, Hands that Blend into other Bodyparts.

    Facial Skin is very often not Flawless, Freckles, Spots, Blemishes, Moles, Fine Hair, Often All Missing, If it's Flawless it's more than Likely Fake, unless they are Professional Models, and not likely to be here...

    Backgrounds are often either Blurry or very Perfectly Random, Often not associated with any other Photo in someone's collection, Sometimes Backgrounds are set in Luxury Rooms with Gold Plated Furniture, Not usually associated with a UK Council Estate, or Someone on Job Seekers Allowance... Common Sense on much of this.

    Bare Feet can be tricky for Ai Software too same as Hands, Same Rules Apply.

    Other people in the same photo can end up Morphing into Clothing or even other people's Body Parts, Skin near Skin of two people can be an Ai nightmare so look out for this.

    Scale is an Ai issue too, look out for Big Heads, Small Legs, way out of proportion Body Parts, all common mistakes.

    Hairy Chest, Flawless Face, - Fake. Hairy Big/Overweight Body, Flawless Face - Fake.

    Common Sense Prevails here, Think about who you are looking at, How Old, How Fit, Younger Fit People will use Natural Pictures as they have no need not too.

    Very Blurred and Poor quality photos are often used to hide something.

    Look out for photos where every shot shows the head in the same position and looks totally flawless, This is because this Face Position is the best one for the Ai Software/App to make the face look the same each time... Otherwise they may end up looking different... Fakes.

    Look carefully at the photos you like, don't just see a pretty picture and assume it is real, have a look at others they have done, don't play into there Fake loving hands.... They are trying to make you look a fool because they can con you.... Don't let it be you.

    This is just the Basics, Hope it helps. After a while you will find it easier to spot these Fakers... Enjoy your new skill
    (How to Spot a Fake) This is a few things you can look for when spotting a Fake Pictures. Of course there is also the The Very Poor Picture which can make things tricky. A high percentage of users use Ai in the form of Apps and Software to change there appearance. FaceApp, Snapchat and manu many more Ai based tools are available to change your appearance. The old addage that says if it's too good to be true then it probably is, a 60 year old will not have Flawless Skin. As you will see Large Body, Big Hairy Arms, Large Fingers, with beautiful flawless Face, errr No, Fake. Many Ai creation Software/Apps struggle to Create Hands, Hair, Facial Skin, Backgrounds. Will expand on this .. Hands take alot of Ai processing power and many times there will be mistakes like, Six fingers, Rings that span two fingers, Hands that Blend into other Bodyparts. Facial Skin is very often not Flawless, Freckles, Spots, Blemishes, Moles, Fine Hair, Often All Missing, If it's Flawless it's more than Likely Fake, unless they are Professional Models, and not likely to be here... Backgrounds are often either Blurry or very Perfectly Random, Often not associated with any other Photo in someone's collection, Sometimes Backgrounds are set in Luxury Rooms with Gold Plated Furniture, Not usually associated with a UK Council Estate, or Someone on Job Seekers Allowance... Common Sense on much of this. Bare Feet can be tricky for Ai Software too same as Hands, Same Rules Apply. Other people in the same photo can end up Morphing into Clothing or even other people's Body Parts, Skin near Skin of two people can be an Ai nightmare so look out for this. Scale is an Ai issue too, look out for Big Heads, Small Legs, way out of proportion Body Parts, all common mistakes. Hairy Chest, Flawless Face, - Fake. Hairy Big/Overweight Body, Flawless Face - Fake. Common Sense Prevails here, Think about who you are looking at, How Old, How Fit, Younger Fit People will use Natural Pictures as they have no need not too. Very Blurred and Poor quality photos are often used to hide something. Look out for photos where every shot shows the head in the same position and looks totally flawless, This is because this Face Position is the best one for the Ai Software/App to make the face look the same each time... Otherwise they may end up looking different... Fakes. Look carefully at the photos you like, don't just see a pretty picture and assume it is real, have a look at others they have done, don't play into there Fake loving hands.... They are trying to make you look a fool because they can con you.... Don't let it be you. This is just the Basics, Hope it helps. After a while you will find it easier to spot these Fakers... Enjoy your new skill
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  • some costumes I'd like to dare to wear this Halloween... I love showing off... shimmying around in very high heels with sexy, super feminine makeup... I love it!!!๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ
    some costumes I'd like to dare to wear this Halloween... I love showing off... shimmying around in very high heels with sexy, super feminine makeup... I love it!!!๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผ‍โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ‘
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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..๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ
    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..๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿ’„๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผ‍โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿผ‍โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹
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  • The wife threw these soiled knickers out today & I was quick to salvage them! I must admit I prefer the colourful flowery frilly knickers than the plain ones! But hey each to their own. you can imagine the amount of sniffing I’ve been doing he he ! I’m getting high! lol
    The wife threw these soiled knickers out today & I was quick to salvage them! I must admit I prefer the colourful flowery frilly knickers than the plain ones! But hey each to their own. โค๏ธ you can imagine the amount of sniffing I’ve been doing he he ! I’m getting high! lol ๐Ÿ˜‚ ๐Ÿ’‹
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  • Got my hair and my eyebrows done yesterday. I so love to go to the stylish and living in a girls world. My hair is highlighted and is now 1/3 of the way down my back. So neat because years ago the military cut it all off - But look at me now. Feminine styled so soft my hair is. Tell me what you think? - Two photos to see - AI clothes and background on my body, and my clothing wear as I sat in the salon. No changes to my body, just all me under this look. Friends please give me comments? I will post another remarkable photo of my hair tomorrow. So what do you like the most? Me on the podium? or just in my back yard without enhancement.
    Got my hair and my eyebrows done yesterday. I so love to go to the stylish and living in a girls world. My hair is highlighted and is now 1/3 of the way down my back. So neat because years ago the military cut it all off - But look at me now. Feminine styled so soft my hair is. Tell me what you think? - Two photos to see - AI clothes and background on my body, and my clothing wear as I sat in the salon. No changes to my body, just all me under this look. Friends please give me comments? I will post another remarkable photo of my hair tomorrow. So what do you like the most? Me on the podium? or just in my back yard without enhancement. ๐Ÿฅฐ
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  • Good day everyone. Today I am modeling an outfit that was given to me as a gift. I really like this sports wear, the look. Light Blue is me today. Hope you all like seeing me in it. ---- My bra is a Jockey Brand - is slightly padded. Really love how it feels and would highly recommend to my girlfriends.
    Good day everyone. Today I am modeling an outfit that was given to me as a gift. I really like this sports wear, the look. Light Blue is me today. Hope you all like seeing me in it. ๐Ÿฅฐ ---- My bra is a Jockey Brand - is slightly padded. Really love how it feels and would highly recommend to my girlfriends.
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  • I think it's time to get some new stockings. I did have a rather large supply of Fiore stockings, but sadly lots of them have laddered, only a couple of new ones left! I did find them to be very good quality and a nice fit. better than the ones from Shein and AliX, they were just too small and one batch of fishnets almost cut of the circulation in my thighs! I do prefer stockings to holdups, just because I love the suspender belt. Well, supose it's time to shop!!
    I think it's time to get some new stockings. I did have a rather large supply of Fiore stockings, but sadly lots of them have laddered, only a couple of new ones left! I did find them to be very good quality and a nice fit. better than the ones from Shein and AliX, they were just too small and one batch of fishnets almost cut of the circulation in my thighs! I do prefer stockings to holdups, just because I love the suspender belt. Well, supose it's time to shop!! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹
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  • Dressing to Be Seen
    The Act of Being Seen
    Every relationship has two nervous systems in dialogue. Touch, tone, scent, gaze — and appearance. To dress for the other is not submission. It is signal. It says: I am present. I am visible. I am offering coherence to the field between us.
    • Neurochemical effect: anticipation (dopamine), shared pleasure (oxytocin), grounding in ritual (serotonin).
    • Psychological effect: amplifies self through the eyes of the beloved; creates cycles of gift and reception.
    • Graffiti: Being seen is not shallow. It is sacred.
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    Archetypes of Dress in Relationship
    • The Siren (short dress, bold cut): calls desire into the room. Plays with chase and capture.
    • The Oracle (flowing gowns, layers, veils): slows time, creating atmosphere of reverence.
    • The Trickster (unexpected combinations, clashing patterns, gender-bent outfits): destabilises expectation, awakens novelty.
    • The Sovereign (tailored lines, strong shoes, grounded presence): communicates stability, clarity, power.
    ๐“‚€ To choose consciously is to decide what archetype you invite into the space between you.
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    Ritual of the Mirror
    The mirror is not for correction. The mirror is the first witness.
    • Stand. Dress slowly. Watch yourself enter the role.
    • Observe not flaws, but signals: Does this dress invite softness? Does this jacket sharpen presence?
    • Let the mirror witness the archetype you are summoning before your partner ever sees it.
    Graffiti: The mirror is the first lover.
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    The Exchange of Gaze
    When you arrive dressed — whether in thigh-highs or a plain white T-shirt — the real act is the exchange of gaze.
    • To be looked at with reverence releases oxytocin, lowering defences.
    • To be looked at with hunger ignites dopamine, sharpening attention.
    • To be looked at with ridicule collapses trust, burning cortisol into the archive.
    The choice of dress sets the conditions for which gaze is invited.
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    The Triad of Relationship Dress
    1. Signal to Self — what energy am I summoning in my own nervous system?
    2. Signal to Beloved — what state do I invite in theirs?
    3. Signal to Field — what story does our shared appearance tell to the world?
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    Final Reflection
    Dressing to be seen is not frivolous. It is infrastructure. It is how nervous systems negotiate attraction, trust, play, and belonging.
    To ignore it is to surrender the field to default.
    To wield it consciously is to turn clothing into compass.
    To be seen is to be alive.

    Dressing to Be Seen The Act of Being Seen Every relationship has two nervous systems in dialogue. Touch, tone, scent, gaze — and appearance. To dress for the other is not submission. It is signal. It says: I am present. I am visible. I am offering coherence to the field between us. • Neurochemical effect: anticipation (dopamine), shared pleasure (oxytocin), grounding in ritual (serotonin). • Psychological effect: amplifies self through the eyes of the beloved; creates cycles of gift and reception. • Graffiti: โšก Being seen is not shallow. It is sacred. ________________________________________ Archetypes of Dress in Relationship • The Siren (short dress, bold cut): calls desire into the room. Plays with chase and capture. • The Oracle (flowing gowns, layers, veils): slows time, creating atmosphere of reverence. • The Trickster (unexpected combinations, clashing patterns, gender-bent outfits): destabilises expectation, awakens novelty. • The Sovereign (tailored lines, strong shoes, grounded presence): communicates stability, clarity, power. ๐“‚€ To choose consciously is to decide what archetype you invite into the space between you. ________________________________________ Ritual of the Mirror The mirror is not for correction. The mirror is the first witness. • Stand. Dress slowly. Watch yourself enter the role. • Observe not flaws, but signals: Does this dress invite softness? Does this jacket sharpen presence? • Let the mirror witness the archetype you are summoning before your partner ever sees it. Graffiti: ๐Ÿฉธ The mirror is the first lover. ________________________________________ The Exchange of Gaze When you arrive dressed — whether in thigh-highs or a plain white T-shirt — the real act is the exchange of gaze. • To be looked at with reverence releases oxytocin, lowering defences. • To be looked at with hunger ignites dopamine, sharpening attention. • To be looked at with ridicule collapses trust, burning cortisol into the archive. The choice of dress sets the conditions for which gaze is invited. ________________________________________ The Triad of Relationship Dress 1. Signal to Self — what energy am I summoning in my own nervous system? 2. Signal to Beloved — what state do I invite in theirs? 3. Signal to Field — what story does our shared appearance tell to the world? ________________________________________ Final Reflection Dressing to be seen is not frivolous. It is infrastructure. It is how nervous systems negotiate attraction, trust, play, and belonging. ๐ŸŒฑ To ignore it is to surrender the field to default. โšก To wield it consciously is to turn clothing into compass. ๐Ÿฉธ To be seen is to be alive.
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  • #HeelsOnly
    You'll all be pleased to know that I, Strictly, wear High Heels At All Times. On my Tippy Toes with a smile
    Thank you Adrianne for my first comment
    #HeelsOnly You'll all be pleased to know that I, Strictly, wear High Heels At All Times. On my Tippy Toes with a smile Thank you [Adrianne] for my first comment๐Ÿ’‹
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  • I am current making some homemade marsh-mellows but sadly not dressed in a polka pot 50's style dress and red high heels
    I am current making some homemade marsh-mellows but sadly not dressed in a polka pot 50's style dress and red high heels
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  • Just something a bit different. Famous cross dressers and trans people through the ages.

    Elagabus, Emperor (204 – 222 AD)

    Elagabus was made Emperor of Rome at the age of only 14, after successful political maneuvering by his maternal aunt. During his reign as Emperor, he preferred women’s dress. He had his whole body depilated, wore makeup, and referred to his chariot driver Hierocles as his husband. He even made an offer of money to any doctor who could perform surgery on him to make him biologically female.
    None of this exactly made him popular in the highly traditional Rome of the time. His popularity also wasn’t helped by the fact that Elagabus married a priestess who’d been sworn to virginity, and instituted controversial sun-worshiping religious practices. He was assassinated in 222, at the age of only 18.
    Just something a bit different. Famous cross dressers and trans people through the ages. Elagabus, Emperor (204 – 222 AD) Elagabus was made Emperor of Rome at the age of only 14, after successful political maneuvering by his maternal aunt. During his reign as Emperor, he preferred women’s dress. He had his whole body depilated, wore makeup, and referred to his chariot driver Hierocles as his husband. He even made an offer of money to any doctor who could perform surgery on him to make him biologically female. None of this exactly made him popular in the highly traditional Rome of the time. His popularity also wasn’t helped by the fact that Elagabus married a priestess who’d been sworn to virginity, and instituted controversial sun-worshiping religious practices. He was assassinated in 222, at the age of only 18.
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  • Getting the hang of these high heels xx
    Getting the hang of these high heels xx
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  • Do you sometimes wear lingerie, high heels and dresses?

    If you do, that means that you’re a crossdresser, but not necessarily a sissy. Sissies are submissive and subservient. Their role in life is not only to look pretty, but to be obedient and have a penchant for providing pleasure.

    But, if you have already started putting together your feminine wardrobe—lingerie, pretty dresses and high heels—then these other questions will help you to ascertain whether you possess the aptitude required for taking things to a different place… and become a full-fledged sissy.
    Do you sometimes wear lingerie, high heels and dresses? If you do, that means that you’re a crossdresser, but not necessarily a sissy. Sissies are submissive and subservient. Their role in life is not only to look pretty, but to be obedient and have a penchant for providing pleasure. But, if you have already started putting together your feminine wardrobe—lingerie, pretty dresses and high heels—then these other questions will help you to ascertain whether you possess the aptitude required for taking things to a different place… and become a full-fledged sissy.
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  • Finally got 5 mins privacy to dress today, sheer tan pantyhose and lingerie

    My pantyhose of choice are Oroblu. They are high quality, like Wolfords, but half the price.
    I usually buy direct from Oroblu's website, especially when they are doing 4 for 3 offers
    Finally got 5 mins privacy to dress today, sheer tan pantyhose and lingerie ๐Ÿฅฐ My pantyhose of choice are Oroblu. They are high quality, like Wolfords, but half the price. I usually buy direct from Oroblu's website, especially when they are doing 4 for 3 offers ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•
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  • I was asked last night about my shoes and if i had some really high heels.
    So i thought I'd share. These are the highest heels I own, I have this pair and another the same but in Blue.
    I got them both from ebay, BNIB. I don't wear them often as you need the right occasion but they are so amazing to wear.
    Paired today with stiletto seamed nylon stocking and suspender and a slinky black dress. The dress is Gok Wan by Tu, bought several years ago figure hugging and so nice to wear
    I was asked last night about my shoes and if i had some really high heels. So i thought I'd share. These are the highest heels I own, I have this pair and another the same but in Blue. I got them both from ebay, BNIB. I don't wear them often as you need the right occasion but they are so amazing to wear. Paired today with stiletto seamed nylon stocking and suspender and a slinky black dress. The dress is Gok Wan by Tu, bought several years ago figure hugging and so nice to wear
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  • Just in for a moment. Had the most wonderful time at the stylist. Hair highlighted and brows waxed. I am showing my worst photo and my best. Worst is me in the chair with foils on. Best is me out running in a new peach/pink running outfit showing off my wonderful looking hair. Love your comments.
    Just in for a moment. Had the most wonderful time at the stylist. Hair highlighted and brows waxed. I am showing my worst photo and my best. Worst is me in the chair with foils on. Best is me out running in a new peach/pink running outfit showing off my wonderful looking hair. Love your comments. ๐Ÿฅฐ
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  • I'm so horny but on my sexy shiny stretches satin panty sexy hot pink see-through bra playing besides my panties high on my hips and grinding against the material I'm ready for another man in sexy lingerie to cum play with me
    I'm so horny but on my sexy shiny stretches satin panty sexy hot pink see-through bra playing besides my panties high on my hips and grinding against the material I'm ready for another man in sexy lingerie to cum play with me
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  • How high should a sissy wear a thong ? X
    How high should a sissy wear a thong ? X
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  • Horny high and getting hard
    Horny high and getting hard
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  • These heels are so high need to learn to walk in them lol xx
    These heels are so high need to learn to walk in them lol xx
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  • Once long ago in times misty swirl, A little boy wanted to grow up a girl, The years and time slowly went by, His dream was lost he wanted to cry, Then one day right out of the blue, He suddenly realised what he had to do, Swap his shirt for a very short skirt, Buy foundation, give it a squirt, Powder, lipstick and eyeshadow too, Now some stockings and high heeled shoe, A blonde wig, breasts and nails all brand new, At last a pretty girl was there on view, Alas the dream was all locked away, In the closet his girl had to stay, To face the world had been her intent, But when she tried her nerve always went, Then one day the urge was to great, She opened the door, walked out of the gate, She wanted to yell, shout it out loud, Look at me I'm female and proud.
    Once long ago in times misty swirl, A little boy wanted to grow up a girl, The years and time slowly went by, His dream was lost he wanted to cry, Then one day right out of the blue, He suddenly realised what he had to do, Swap his shirt for a very short skirt, Buy foundation, give it a squirt, Powder, lipstick and eyeshadow too, Now some stockings and high heeled shoe, A blonde wig, breasts and nails all brand new, At last a pretty girl was there on view, Alas the dream was all locked away, In the closet his girl had to stay, To face the world had been her intent, But when she tried her nerve always went, Then one day the urge was to great, She opened the door, walked out of the gate, She wanted to yell, shout it out loud, Look at me I'm female and proud.
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  • New lingerie and sexy thigh high boots. Love it!
    New lingerie and sexy thigh high boots. Love it!
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  • Joanne's kinky night on the golf course.
    Joanne (48, a librarian by day, a siren of the twilight by night) adjusted the black lace bra & panties set and stockings, its delicate fabric a stark contrast to the rough texture of the damp grass beneath her bare feet & slipped on her black heels. The golf course, usually a scene of quiet precision, was her personal stage tonight. A setting sun cast long, skeletal shadows, transforming the manicured greens into an ethereal landscape. Tonight’s performance featured a selection of rather… large props nestled in her oversized handbag: a collection of vibrant, sculpted silicone anal toys, each promising a different kind of ecstatic violation of her arse. Her camera & tripod, a trusty Canon EOS, hung from her shoulder, ready to capture the all the moments of her self-expression, her daring exhibitionism & dizzy hights of pleasure under the watchful gaze of the setting sun. She hoped, with a thrill that sent a shiver down her spine, that someone, some stranger, would stumble upon her, witness her transgressive ritual.

    Suddenly, a flicker of movement in the periphery – a woman, stood silently among the shifting light and shadows, motionless all but a slight movement under her top, was she caressing her breast, Joanne couldn’t quite see through the lengthening shadows cast by the warm light now fading sun, she walked silently towards her, her eyes transfixed upon Joannes hand, now clutching a black 18 inch silicone dildo, dripping with lube, with an unnerving glance and a very slight but nervous smile, she said nothing, her hand was on her breast squeezing it quite intensely. Joanne, momentarily startled, didn't scream or run. Instead, a perverse curiosity overcame her fear. This was unexpected, far beyond her usual nocturnal escapades, but something she had fantasised about for many years.
    The woman approached, gazing at her discarded panties laying on the grass, then curiously picked them up & inspecting them, “nice” she softly said, “ don’t mind me, I’m happy to see what you intend doing with your toys” Joanne tried to talk, but her mouth was dry with fear and she trembled with anticipation of what this evening may become, one of the anal toys she had not long before putt in her arse was slipping, she could feel the lube running down her leg, then it did, it dropped from her & their it laid out on the dew-kissed grass! OMG, I’m so embarrassed Joanne squeaked like a fool, the woman smiled as she gazed upon the size of the slippery escapee, the woman took a few more steps towards Joanne, she was just inches from her trembling body, she could smell her musk perfume hanging in the air, she wasn’t young, perhaps in her early fifties with dark but dies hair, pale skin and piercing blue eyes “turn around” she spoke in soft Irish accent that was calming and sweet. Joanne obliged and turned her back to her, she felt the woman’s hand upon hers slowly taking the long black snakelike toy from Joanne’s hand, with a gentleness Joanne hadn’t felt since being in the company of her mother she felt a hand gently caress her back and ever so gently pushed her into a bent over position, in that moment she felt she was in the most amazing place had ever known, to her amaze the woman slowly pushed the toy into her arse, not working it in and out but with one long slow determine push, it slid all the way into her arse. With the lady now leaning into Joannes back, her perfume intense in Joanne’s nose it was almost like a drug, sending her into a heavenly blissful trance. The woman took her other hand reached around to grasp Joannes ****, it was so cool, soft and gentil, almost childlike, slowly teasing her fingers over the tip, playing with a small drop of precum that she found dripping from the head, this seemed to go on for a eternity, slowly increasing the rhythm and grip, Joanne could feel her pleasure building as her shaft grew harder and harder, she slipped one hand behind her and found the top of the woman’s shorts and panty line, slowly she slid her hand down to the woman’s neatly shaved vulva, but just at that brief moment of contact Joanne burst bout a great grown and stood shaking all over from head to foot, her hot moist seamen flowed from her the woman’s grasp, falling to the floor and landing on Joannes discarded panties.
    Feeling a little faint, Joanne fell to her stocking clan knees, then to her hands, panting like a hot hound and quivering like a leaf on a tree she couldn’t believe what had just happened, composing herself she turned to face the mystery woman, she had gone, as silently as she had appeared, the sing that she had ever been present was a small white flower laying next to Joanne’s now spoilt panties.
    Joanne's kinky night on the golf course. Joanne (48, a librarian by day, a siren of the twilight by night) adjusted the black lace bra & panties set and stockings, its delicate fabric a stark contrast to the rough texture of the damp grass beneath her bare feet & slipped on her black heels. The golf course, usually a scene of quiet precision, was her personal stage tonight. A setting sun cast long, skeletal shadows, transforming the manicured greens into an ethereal landscape. Tonight’s performance featured a selection of rather… large props nestled in her oversized handbag: a collection of vibrant, sculpted silicone anal toys, each promising a different kind of ecstatic violation of her arse. Her camera & tripod, a trusty Canon EOS, hung from her shoulder, ready to capture the all the moments of her self-expression, her daring exhibitionism & dizzy hights of pleasure under the watchful gaze of the setting sun. She hoped, with a thrill that sent a shiver down her spine, that someone, some stranger, would stumble upon her, witness her transgressive ritual. Suddenly, a flicker of movement in the periphery – a woman, stood silently among the shifting light and shadows, motionless all but a slight movement under her top, was she caressing her breast, Joanne couldn’t quite see through the lengthening shadows cast by the warm light now fading sun, she walked silently towards her, her eyes transfixed upon Joannes hand, now clutching a black 18 inch silicone dildo, dripping with lube, with an unnerving glance and a very slight but nervous smile, she said nothing, her hand was on her breast squeezing it quite intensely. Joanne, momentarily startled, didn't scream or run. Instead, a perverse curiosity overcame her fear. This was unexpected, far beyond her usual nocturnal escapades, but something she had fantasised about for many years. The woman approached, gazing at her discarded panties laying on the grass, then curiously picked them up & inspecting them, “nice” she softly said, “ don’t mind me, I’m happy to see what you intend doing with your toys” Joanne tried to talk, but her mouth was dry with fear and she trembled with anticipation of what this evening may become, one of the anal toys she had not long before putt in her arse was slipping, she could feel the lube running down her leg, then it did, it dropped from her & their it laid out on the dew-kissed grass! OMG, I’m so embarrassed Joanne squeaked like a fool, the woman smiled as she gazed upon the size of the slippery escapee, the woman took a few more steps towards Joanne, she was just inches from her trembling body, she could smell her musk perfume hanging in the air, she wasn’t young, perhaps in her early fifties with dark but dies hair, pale skin and piercing blue eyes “turn around” she spoke in soft Irish accent that was calming and sweet. Joanne obliged and turned her back to her, she felt the woman’s hand upon hers slowly taking the long black snakelike toy from Joanne’s hand, with a gentleness Joanne hadn’t felt since being in the company of her mother she felt a hand gently caress her back and ever so gently pushed her into a bent over position, in that moment she felt she was in the most amazing place had ever known, to her amaze the woman slowly pushed the toy into her arse, not working it in and out but with one long slow determine push, it slid all the way into her arse. With the lady now leaning into Joannes back, her perfume intense in Joanne’s nose it was almost like a drug, sending her into a heavenly blissful trance. The woman took her other hand reached around to grasp Joannes cock, it was so cool, soft and gentil, almost childlike, slowly teasing her fingers over the tip, playing with a small drop of precum that she found dripping from the head, this seemed to go on for a eternity, slowly increasing the rhythm and grip, Joanne could feel her pleasure building as her shaft grew harder and harder, she slipped one hand behind her and found the top of the woman’s shorts and panty line, slowly she slid her hand down to the woman’s neatly shaved vulva, but just at that brief moment of contact Joanne burst bout a great grown and stood shaking all over from head to foot, her hot moist seamen flowed from her the woman’s grasp, falling to the floor and landing on Joannes discarded panties. Feeling a little faint, Joanne fell to her stocking clan knees, then to her hands, panting like a hot hound and quivering like a leaf on a tree she couldn’t believe what had just happened, composing herself she turned to face the mystery woman, she had gone, as silently as she had appeared, the sing that she had ever been present was a small white flower laying next to Joanne’s now spoilt panties.
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  • So hot today! My big thighs are sweating up a storm!
    So hot today! My big thighs are sweating up a storm! ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿ˜ฉ
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  • Help, I love it!!! I want a pink world!!! Too beautiful, delicate, feminine, seductive, naughty... #hightheels #crossdresser #sissy #jadore ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธman!!! I'm so excited!!! Actually, I'm a bull!!! I want to be his woman!!! Actually, his cow!!!๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ #sissyslut #sissycow I'm looking for stud bulls
    ๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ‘š๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ“Help, I love it!!! I want a pink world!!! Too beautiful, delicate, feminine, seductive, naughty...๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ‘š๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ’‹ #hightheels #crossdresser #sissy #jadore ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผ‍โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผ‍โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผ‍โ™€๏ธman!!! I'm so excited!!! Actually, I'm a bull!!! I want to be his woman!!! Actually, his cow!!!๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผ‍โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿ’„๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ #sissyslut #sissycow ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŒ ๐Ÿ„ โ™‰ ๐Ÿคค๐Ÿคค๐ŸคคI'm looking for stud bulls ๐Ÿคค๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’‹ ๐Ÿ„
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  • I was waiting for you to do it.. I was dying waiting. I wanted it so badly.๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ
    Now you now mommy ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ #crossdresser #bighips #mommyhils #hightheels #lovemymommy #imssissy
    #sissy ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ I'm your little girl, mama
    I was waiting for you to do it.. I was dying waiting. I wanted it so badly.๐Ÿ‘ ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผ‍โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’๐Ÿผ‍โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘’๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ“ Now you now mommy ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿผ‍โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ’ #crossdresser #bighips #mommyhils #hightheels #lovemymommy #imssissy #sissy ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’๐Ÿผ‍โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜ I'm your little girl, mama๐Ÿ˜
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  • I watched my mother and my aunts, then my sisters, I remained entangled without knowing why... then secretly alone I put them on, I must have been twelve years old, I was left breathless and since then I have never stopped I love... these are my favorites..๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ #hightheels #sissy #jadore ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ
    I watched my mother and my aunts, then my sisters, I remained entangled without knowing why... then secretly alone I put them on, I must have been twelve years old, I was left breathless and since then I have never stopped I love... these are my favorites..๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผ‍โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ #hightheels #sissy ๐Ÿ˜˜ #jadore ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผ‍โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก
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  • I can't believe it's be two years already since I joined this site and came out as a cross dresser and I'm not really any further forward than I was back then, ok I know what clothes I like and most of what I like is really not right for me, I also know that some sites that I shop from is really rubbish I also know that though high heels may make my legs look really long heels are just too bloody uncomfortable and I can get away with wearing black trainers or DM's, I'm already 5 feet 9 so tall enough, I also know that though my silicon breast fillets feel amazing I can get away without wearing them a few of my dresses come with the right shape that gives the look of breast

    If there was a magic door to walk though that turned me into a permeant woman with out a question I would walk through it because when I am Zara Jones all the stresses of my Male life are gone I don't have a care in the world ok if I was now a woman I'm sure it would then come with new stresses but at least I would be the person I long to be
    I can't believe it's be two years already since I joined this site and came out as a cross dresser and I'm not really any further forward than I was back then, ok I know what clothes I like and most of what I like is really not right for me, I also know that some sites that I shop from is really rubbish I also know that though high heels may make my legs look really long heels are just too bloody uncomfortable and I can get away with wearing black trainers or DM's, I'm already 5 feet 9 so tall enough, I also know that though my silicon breast fillets feel amazing I can get away without wearing them a few of my dresses come with the right shape that gives the look of breast If there was a magic door to walk though that turned me into a permeant woman with out a question I would walk through it because when I am Zara Jones all the stresses of my Male life are gone I don't have a care in the world ok if I was now a woman I'm sure it would then come with new stresses but at least I would be the person I long to be
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  • #sissymaid #sexsyoutfit #sogirley #jadore #hightheels #sissy #makeup
    Being courted and filled with affection is the most beautiful thing for a woman!!!
    #sissymaid #sexsyoutfit #sogirley #jadore #hightheels #sissy #makeup ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ“๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿฉฐ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿฐ๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜ Being courted and filled with affection is the most beautiful thing for a woman!!!๐Ÿ˜˜♥๏ธ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿฉฑ
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  • I'll be at Manchester Pride on the 25th. Who's coming to have fun? #fun #crossdresser #manchesterpride #pride #miniskirt #hightheels #jadore #parate #iloveit #love #sexsylegs #hormons #walkinhightextraslutheels #kiss ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ
    I'll be at Manchester Pride on the 25th. Who's coming to have fun? #fun #crossdresser #manchesterpride #pride #miniskirt #hightheels #jadore #parate #iloveit #love #sexsylegs #hormons #walkinhightextraslutheels #kiss ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผ‍โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ‘’๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘„
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  • #loveit #hightheels #jadore #feelgirly #sissymid #sissy #crossdresser #maid ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ
    #loveit #hightheels #jadore #feelgirly #sissymid #sissy #crossdresser #maid ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿฉฑ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’ƒ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผ‍โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ‘’๐Ÿ‘
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  • Love my thigh length boots
    Love my thigh length boots
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  • Today is just going to be a day in my metal chastity cage with my metal plug in my ***** and in my white thigh boots.
    Today is just going to be a day in my metal chastity cage with my metal plug in my pussy and in my white thigh boots.
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  • #girley #sosweet #hightheels #iloveit #sissymaid #waitress #dugardaddy #skirt #panties #jadore #youwantmypanties #sexsystocking #frenchkiss ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธโœˆ๐Ÿ–
    #sohorney #soslyt ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ #mare #female #crossdresser #faithfulbitch
    #girley #sosweet #hightheels #iloveit #sissymaid #waitress #dugardaddy #skirt #panties #jadore #youwantmypanties #sexsystocking #frenchkiss ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ‘ ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿ‘’๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ’ƒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผ‍โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’–โœˆ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿงบ #sohorney #soslyt ๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ‘’๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ’„๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ‘ ♥๏ธ♥๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿฉฐ๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผ‍โ™€๏ธ #mare #female #crossdresser #faithfulbitch ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ’ƒ๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘’๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•‍๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿฆฎ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฝ
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  • #ifeelsogirley #nylon #orny #wet #sosissy #società #crossdresser #dirtyslut #disgustingwhore #hightheels #ghilty #slut #imadirtywhore #***** #filthybitch #sluttybitch #cow #gorgeousass #sexsylegs#teaseman #disgustinmare #useme #abusemelikeastreetwhore
    #ifeelsogirley #nylon #orny #wet #sosissy #società #crossdresser #dirtyslut #disgustingwhore #hightheels #ghilty #slut ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ“#imadirtywhore #slave #filthybitch #sluttybitch #cow #gorgeousass #sexsylegs๐Ÿ“๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ“๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ‘„#teaseman #disgustinmare #useme #abusemelikeastreetwhore๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ’ƒ
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  • #sissyslave #sissycaptions #sissification #sissyboy #sissys #sissies #sissi #sissygirl #sissylove #sissybar #trans #thickthighssavelives #transgender #transgirl #sissyslave #payslave #paypigswanted #bdsmcommunity #bdsmslave #bdsmlove
    #bdsmgermany #bdsmpetplay #bdsmgirl #bdsmplay
    #mommyhood #mommy #***** #slave2beauty #********** #mistressfeet #*******
    #sissyslave #sissycaptions #sissification #sissyboy #sissys #sissies #sissi #sissygirl #sissylove #sissybar #trans #thickthighssavelives #transgender #transgirl #sissyslave #payslave #paypigswanted #bdsmcommunity #bdsmslave #bdsmlove #bdsmgermany #bdsmpetplay #bdsmgirl #bdsmplay #mommyhood #mommy #slave #slave2beauty #mistresses #mistressfeet #goddess
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  • #sissymaid #hightheels #legs #stocking #jadore #sogirley #beasissymaid
    #sissymaid #hightheels #legs #stocking #jadore #sogirley #beasissymaid๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘’๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ‘’๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’
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  • #sosissy #frenchmaid #jadore #travesty #makeup #lipstick #iloveit #berlinpride #hightheels #pink #pinkoutfit #pinklady #littlepig #sissymaid #waitress #dirtysissy #bookyourwaitress #hormoneeffect #femaleeffect #brestsalreadylarge #bitchsissyโœˆ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธโ˜บ
    #sosissy #frenchmaid #jadore #travesty #makeup #lipstick #iloveit #berlinpride #hightheels #pink #pinkoutfit #pinklady #littlepig #sissymaid #waitress #dirtysissy #bookyourwaitress #hormoneeffect #femaleeffect #brestsalreadylarge #bitchsissy๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿฉฐโœˆ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘™๐ŸŒ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ’˜♥๏ธ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผ‍โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ“๐Ÿฉฑโ˜บ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒˆ
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  • My favorite suede high heel boots love them
    My favorite suede high heel boots love them ๐Ÿ˜
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