5 year old photo! Boobs coming on. Those shoes are long gone, but oooh they were comfortable...

love having my photo taken on cam

Came across an old photo

Just a quick message to everyone that asks or are interested...
Hundreds of photos available so just ask and I will msg you them...
Be patient if I'm not online.. I will get them to you asap xxx

This is an old photo; unfortunately, our paths have diverged, leaving only memories. I wish you a wonderful weekend , and if you find your soulmate , hold on tight and don't let go.

Morning everyone, love waking up still dressed hot as xx

Success had to take a arm length shot and crop it

Sitting in a caravan in caister on sea with full makeup skirt etc drinking red wine can't upload photos as signal is poor

Shaved legs are one of the most fem things a hot CD girl can do, love shaving my legs every day

Feeling sooooo hot and excited today. Hope someone can take good care of me

Friday 15th May I'll be in Nottingham for a girlie night out with other cross dressers, we do a pub crawl in the 'gay quarter' of ghe city centre, if anyone wants to come along youre more than welcome, its a vanilla event so dont expect any fun at the end of the night, open to ladies and admirers, i book into a hotel for the night, book in as male, get changed as Megan, go out and have a fantastic time, then book out as male, xx

I think I do need to get some newer photos done, refresh the old ones a bit now its getting a bit warmer, and lighter, I want to do more outdoors, just not so easy to do now. OI also want more new clothes to wear while Im out

more photos here https://exposurehub.net/user/sissychrisellis

IMPORTANT FOR FRIENDS OF JASMINE:- Hi everyone xx just letting you know beautiful Jasmine having problems trying to log onto the x dress Network something to do with Age Verification? She’s attempting to get in contact to HELP desk but to no avail at present! I can’t even find her profile either? Looks like she might have lost all her photos? Anyway she wanted me to let you all know & sends her love Fingers xed!

I am sixty-five years old, and there are mornings when my bones creak like old floorboards, when the mirror offers me a face that has known too many winters. But there is also satin.

It begins there, always.

Not with the clothes people expect, not dresses or heels or anything loud, but with the quiet, shimmering certainty of a headscarf unfolded across my lap. Oversized. Generous. A full square of light, as if someone had captured a piece of dawn and stitched its edges.

I keep them in a pine ottoman chest at the foot of my bed. When I lift the lid, the faint scent of pine wood and time rises, mingling with the cool, whispering smoothness of fabric. They are stacked carefully: florals, paisleys, deep jewel tones, pale creams, even one the colour of storm clouds just before rain. Some are silk satin, impossibly soft, almost liquid. Others are polyester blends still glossy, still kind to the touch, but sturdier, as if meant for endurance.

I tell myself it began for practical reasons. Hair protection, I say. Friction reduction. At my age, what hair remains deserves gentleness. And it’s true the satin glides where cotton drags, it soothes where wool irritates. At night, when I wrap my head, I sleep more peacefully, my scalp free from the tug and dryness that used to wake me.

But that is only the surface of it.

The truth is, when I lift one of those oversized scarves sometimes a full 130 centimeters across it feels like lifting a veil between lives.

I was not always honest about who I was. For decades, I wore what was expected, spoke in the tones expected, moved through the world like a man following a script written long before I was born. There is a heaviness to that kind of living. It settles into your shoulders, your spine, your breath.

The first time I wrapped a satin headscarf around my head, I did it clumsily. I had watched videos, read guides. Fold into a triangle, they said. Bring the corners forward, tie at the nape or under the chin. Smooth the edges. Adjust.

I remember the colour deep burgundy, with a faint floral pattern that caught the light. When I tied it, the fabric slipped against itself with a soft hush, like a secret being kept.

And then I looked in the mirror.

I did not see a caricature. I did not see something absurd or theatrical. I saw softness. I saw a version of myself that had been waiting, patiently, beneath years of denial. The scarf framed my face, softened the lines, held me together in a way nothing else ever had.

Now, it is ritual.

In the mornings, I choose carefully. If I am staying in, I might select something large and enveloping a square so wide it can drape over my shoulders, falling like a shawl. Sometimes I wrap it turban style, tucking the ends neatly, letting the fabric build a quiet crown around my head. Other times, I let it hang loose, a triangle tied under my chin, like something out of an old photograph.

When I go out rarely, but more often than I used to, I choose patterns that feel like companions rather than disguises. A muted paisley. A soft, vintage floral. Nothing too bold, but never apologetic.

People look, of course. Some with curiosity, some with confusion. A few with kindness. I have learned to endure the rest. At sixty five, you realize that most people are too occupied with their own reflections to truly see yours.

At home, the scarves become more than adornment. They are utility, yes sleep caps, shoulder wraps, even something to tie around a bag handle for a touch of colour. But they are also comfort. When I feel the weight of years pressing too hard, I wrap one around my shoulders and sit by the window.

The satin catches the light differently at every hour. Morning makes it glow. Afternoon sharpens its sheen. Evening turns it into something softer, almost like memory.

Sometimes I run the fabric between my fingers, back and forth, feeling its smooth resistance, the way it refuses to snag or cling. It reminds me that gentleness can be strong. That something soft can endure.

I have more than I need. I know that. A drawer full, a chest full, a small collection that borders on obsession. There are handmade ones, with careful stitching at the edges. Reversible ones, satin on both sides, offering two moods in one piece. Silk feel ones that mimic luxury so well it hardly matters that they are not the real thing.

Each has a story, or at least a feeling attached to it. This one for sleepless nights. That one for quiet afternoons. Another for the rare courage of stepping outside as I am.

I do not pretend that a headscarf changes everything. The world is still the world. My body is still heavy, my steps still slow, my past still filled with compromises I cannot undo.

But when I tie that satin around my head, something aligns.

The fabric smooths not just my hair, but something deeper something that has always been frayed. It holds me, gently but firmly, in a shape that feels right.

And for a little while, that is enough.

My New Pantyhose
Color - BUFF YELLOW
Denier - 35 DENIER

Feeling the Softness and Smoothness of this Pantyhose

Do I Look Hot or Horny

Stuck in a hotel room in Croydon of all places, and on my own.
Able to dress and drink wine but ffs where did all go wrong

Great! I love Hotpants! Beautiful!

Lovely day yesterday. Had a massage with a cross dresser-erotic and satisfying-which, in my opinion also applies to this lovely photo!

Good my outfit! Simply hot! Cute!

Morning girls, so hot waking up like this

I like this photo of my legs x

Hi everyone, its your favourite and popular Trans girl ...

You've all been so nice...

I'm more on Reddit now (download app), so head there if you like. More photos too

Link below, follow and upvote too ...

https://www.reddit.com/u/StevieSSD/s/JKslr5Hv2W

Morning x

I'm in a hotel in Bristol for a couple of days this week. Anyone want to meet up and play?

This an older photo 0f me but i just look so cute like a caramel skin barbie

Just woke up at stupid o'clock way too early and thought I'd take this photo outside my patio doors before the neighbors all wake up and look out of their bedroom windows to see the sissy crossdresser out in his/her garden.

It's rock chic night tonight. Stockings over smooth legs feels good (another first for me tonight). PS sorry for the trashy derrier shot, I couldn't resist

First a little housework and tidying, then a treat for later with a steamy hot candle lit buble bath. Perfect Sunday?

Hot body
Seeking for love

Wow! Beautiful! Simply hot!

I feel me hot my black leather pants! Simply enjoy!

A lovely tights shot, and some suspenders

A MaleToFemale (MTF) Photographic Studio Visual.
Becoming Femme and Feminizing as my alter ego model Valentina Valentine.
Hair & Make-Up ready.
Love the skin you’re in.
Being androgynous is not a sin.
Please enjoy. Comments are always welcome.

#transfluid #femboy #mtftransition #femboycosplay #maletofemale #crossdresserslut #crossdressermodel #crossdressing #crossdresser #femboylegs #femboyheaven #transworld #justcrossdressers #transpinupgirl #Androgyny #femmeworld #pridemonth

And a really gorgeous photo, in my opinion

Definitely hotpant weather now girls? X

I suspect catherinejmiles is fake. Google lens suggests to me they are using someone else’s photos

Is sitting down to pee sissy enough for you!? Hot pink bra to complete the hot pink look today

Threw on these hot pink scrunch butt tiktok pants overtop my pink panties today. Of course I have to show off my whaletail

Beautiful and enjoy! So hot!

Hot pants promised for someone X

My good things! Absolutely hot!

Wow! My outfit is hot! So cute!

I feel me hot! Simply fantastic! Cute!

Feeling hot Xx

Am being sent to a new trainer this afternoon. Mistre ss has arranged it. I am to be spanked, and caned, fingered then pegged, and suck stockinged feet. all this will be photographed and sent to Mistre ss. I will be measured for my response with a tiny tape measure given to me by Mistre ss as my clitty is not worthy of anything better.

#mymistress #femdom #chastity #cagedcontrol #sissyforwife #feminized #hotwife

Wow! So hot! Kiss!

Dream poll...

Kate was always strange.
She was designing her outfits dreaming of the magazine of the particular fashion for men... Ellegant invisibility...

And what a sudden reaction to her old photo...

I am intrigued.
What would happen if Kate will come...

Should she try?
Or it is just formal politeness to every application...

Got challenged by certain someone to pull off leather hotpants and boots look. Panythose are wolford satin touch 20.
how did i do?