Out today these on under jeans,I love it

As my close friend would say, ripped jeans and fishnet tights are a killer combination.

What do you think about that? is she right?

For this weather it's got to be boots and jeans

Day of Boy-Mode, dammit, so off to BiL's workshop to tighten some nuts, have to put on my Gubby Jeans - they're a lot like GrubbyJeans, but ripped right up the back, there's no R's in 'em.

A number of years ago, I walked into a small back street Charity Shop on the edge of town. I wasn’t really looking for anything specific just browsing, killing time, letting my eyes wander over the racks the way I always did when I felt that familiar restless itch under my skin. Then I saw it. Hanging slightly askew on a padded hanger near the back wall, half-hidden behind a row of sensible navy blazers, was a floor-length satin bridal gown. Ivory, not stark white. The bodice was structured but not boned, the skirt a gentle A-line that flared softly rather than ballooning into tulle insanity. A modest neckline. Delicate lace overlay on the shoulders and upper chest. And pinned to the hanger was the tag: Size 32 Worn once £49. My heart gave a hard, guilty thud. I’m a UK 18" collar with a 50" chest in men’s shirts. But dresses… dresses measure differently. Especially wedding dresses. Especially ones made to accommodate curves most people would call “plus size.” I glanced around. The shop was quiet. An older woman with silver hair was sorting bric-a-brac at the counter; a younger volunteer early twenties, purple streaks in her hair was steaming something in the corner. I lifted the gown off the rail. The satin felt cool and liquid against my palms. Heavy in the right way. I carried it toward the changing cubicle like I was smuggling contraband. “Would you like to try it on, love?” the silver-haired woman called out. Her voice was kind, matter-of-fact. No trace of surprise or judgement. I froze for half a second. “Yes please,” I managed. My voice sounded smaller than usual. She smiled. “Curtain’s already drawn back there. Take your time. Shout if you need a hand with the zip.” The cubicle was narrow, just a full-length mirror screwed to the wall, a single hook, and a thin beige curtain that didn’t quite reach the floor. I hung the dress on the hook and stripped quickly out of my jeans, hoodie, socks, boxers, down to bare skin that already felt too warm, too alive. My **** was already half-hard just from touching the fabric, from the sheer improbability of this moment. I reached into the pocket of my discarded jeans on the floor and found the condom I always carried now just in case. Fingers trembling, I tore the packet, rolled the latex down over my throbbing length, making sure the reservoir tip was positioned correctly. The relief of containment was immediate. No stains. No evidence. Just secret, pulsing heat trapped safely inside. I stepped into the gown. The skirt whispered up my calves, over my thighs. I pulled it past my hips slowly, carefully and the satin glided over the soft roundness of my belly without catching. I tugged the bodice up over my chest. The cups were generously cut, there was room. Actual room. I reached behind and found the long invisible zip. It slid up smoothly, no resistance, no straining. When I let my arms drop, the dress settled around me like it had been waiting. I looked in the mirror. The reflection showed someone soft and full and blushing furiously beneath ivory satin. The modest neckline framed the gentle swell of my chest and the faint shadow of cleavage created by the way the bodice pushed everything together. My hips looked wide and womanly beneath the smooth fall of fabric. My belly made a soft, proud curve against the front of the skirt. I turned sideways. The line from back to front was lush, generous, unapologetic. It fit. It actually fit. A small, involuntary whimper escaped me. I heard footsteps outside the curtain. “Everything alright in there?” It was the younger volunteer this time. I swallowed. “Yes. Um… could you, could you maybe check the zip? Just to make sure it’s all the way up?” The curtain parted a few inches. She peeked in, eyes widening for only a heartbeat before her face softened into a genuine smile. She stepped inside careful, professional and fastened the tiny hook-and-eye at the top of the zip I hadn’t been able to reach. Her fingers were gentle. “There. Perfect. It’s like it was made for you.” I couldn’t speak. My **** was fully hard now, straining painfully against the satin lining. A bead of pre-cum had already escaped and I could feel the slippery warmth of it against the inside of the dress. I smoothed the front of the skirt with both hands. The satin gleamed under the fluorescent light. I looked sill looked like a bloke in a dress. A big, soft, blushing, overweight very happy bride. When I finally stepped out, both women were waiting. “I’ll take it,” I said. Whilst the younger woman unhooked and unzipped me, the silver-haired woman rang it up. “£49. Cash or card, love?” I handed over my card. I left the Charity Shop with the dress folded carefully in a large carrier bag, the memory of satin against every inch of my skin still electric. And for the first time in years, I didn’t feel like I was hiding. I felt like I was finally beginning to find myself.

What do you think of this outfit? I love these jeans, but I can't even say how much I love the boots :)

When it is cold like this, nothing better than relaxing in jeans and favourite thick jumper

Now just the jeans and then off to the bar!

Pigeon ...

I waited long
In jeans and boots
Too cold for fancy skirt..
She never came
To make me pain,
Not answered the phone...
We knew each other
25... quite long to trust
A Friend.
I opendly admitted her
That now I am Kate...
She never came
Paris was cold,
The river flood
And vaves...
And only pigeon
Met me
Ironic, so insane...

Shyness of Kate ...
Jeans for her date

Still single Kate
Decides to date
To date
Girlfriend
In Jeans....
Wrong date
Wrong shade
Too blondy
Fade
Still single
Lonely Kate...

Back to the sea - my body in a great looking swimsuit. AI enhanced background - but really is me in the suit. I do love the beach. Will be in Florida nextweek with a chance to take some great on the beach photos. Added - I went clothing shopping today. I got two new womens jeans and a new bikini along with Christmas gifts. I tried a couple of mens jeans on that were a size i used to be able to fit into but i could not squeese my hips in them. The womens jeans were levis and they fitted perfectly. The bikini is beautiful, Bleu Ron Beattie brad. Size C+ - just a bit large for me - but with a pair of slip in inserts it too should fit good. I also got some new perfume. Si Giorgio Armani. Was a fun day

I had a really busy week, so today - FRIDAY I needed relax and went shopping. I wanted to buy gym leggings, to show GemSta how a nice ass really looks like . Haven’t found anything nice and black, but spotted nice, black and regular jeans. Of course, I was wearing g-string as usually. I went to the changing room with several cabinets with curtains. It was just jeans, I was listening music on my headphones (Måneskin - "I Wanna Be Your *****. Live – it is so much better that studio version, and the bass guitar girl….OMG) not paying any attention to what is happening and did not close the curtains entirely. I took off my old jeans, bent over and then glimpsed with the corner of my eye that some people stares at me….. . Mother and father waiting for their kid. As you may have guested correctly It turned me on, obviously (life is not easy), but I can swear, I saw it in their eyes ….. they will go wild tonight! The obvious morale of the story is……. Not every superhero wears a cape! (So I took mine off, as you may see on the attached picture). Enjoy the weekend!

Like that with jeans or with the leather skirt ???

Yesterday I went for my nephew’s birthday party. As usual I wore g-string under my regular jeans. The party was for the family so all my close relatives were there. At some point the discussion started about wearing the string and hot it is not conformable etc. I was silence, just smiling and nodding, but each and every time aunt, uncle or whoever glanced at me or We got an eye contact I heard the voice in my head THEY KNOW, YOU CAN NOT HIDE, THEY ALL KOW. SHAME. SHAME. As you might have guested it…….. turned me on (not aunts nor uncles for those curious!). The obvious morale of this story is that what a relief that, with all the masks and pretends, it’s good to know that our brain does not limit you… Picture is unrelated, posted just to bring more attention to the story

I dream of safely leaving the house dressed up, especially if a stranger finds out about me and it excited them.
I dressed as snow white one Halloween "for a laugh" and went to a party where a couple of men I knew " jokingly" groped my butt and legs and I fell down a rabbit hole and I never got out, Iwonder if they were as aware of my growing lump in my panties as I was of there's in rheir jeans, Iand still love to be groped

Kate's uncut past : Jeans Fever

New sandals arrived today, look OK with jeans?

Wish I could go out like this gonna put my jeans on and a jumper and jacket back soon xx

Back shortly just popping out got my pantyhose and panties. On under my jeans

Feels good under shirt and jeans.

You know I love ladies jeans. Softer, smoother and so much stretch. Always feel like a luxury item when I buy a new pair xxx

Feeling sexy. All feminine attire. Top by Zara woman
Jeans Gloria Vanderbilt
Loafers a.newday

Across Femsea in Aqualung ...

For me CD is like wearing aqualung... If you want to see and feel the world of exotic creatures or even life of sharks you wear it and try to be unnoticed... To dissolve is an art of convincing others that their suspicion or doubt is wrong...Fashion allows a lot of distructors... Nice legs and short dress saves from defects of the face to be noticed straight... They might remain unnoticed if your eyes are strong enough to respond to a wondering looks of others with calm smile.
For me it is a travel in unknow waters
Whether it helps or not I do not know.It does not cure conflict of different connections between my male and female neurons in my mosaic brain...But it yes allow them to live some time in the peace of femenine role... Some needs more radical TV approach, I remain on my shore but sweem in the femsea.
And yes it opens you some doors. At least to good tailoring as only since I start buying F-jeans with M-zip I feel happy as this aqualung happen to be much better made than anything before to enjoy your body. There is plenty CD recepies that many men professions would happily use if there would be not a bullying opinion of abnormality in the average society Strings in prostate disfunctions , tights in cold winter, walking practicies,

Why do I want sweam in my skirt Aqualang...? I have not found a good answer.
As difficult as why you go solo in montains? Why you go solo across a femsea...
Few understanding mermmaids would remain neutral, the rest perhaps sharkly atack me as a suffragette...

Yes I am a suffragé... It is not about voting or right to wear tights in public Rather just attempt to be. I am not doing more than wear parts of costume. That once was mens...If my behaivior is blue or pink for society I truly could not help it.
Even without I was a white bird not a normal for them...so nothing new.
Yes we are different Different brain, too complex for monosex to understand emotions. I just suffrage that my emotions are legitimate...
Do I protest against femworld? I am afraid so. No sarcasm.If ask myself do I want to be like them Often my inner voice says "No I could not" No, it is not what I travel for in aqualung accross those dangerous waters...

Do I want to return to rough menocean...? I could always but I have never felt right there, My waves were different and I surfed in tights not without.Was I expelled ? Yes from both Menocean and Femsea... Into the depth of monsters and glitter.

All I wanted was a dress design
All I got was just a gay may sign
All was left were just my only tights
All ahead are the lonely nights...
I dont care
Not in May Day Cry...
Yes I dare
I dont know why...
I will wear yes
my heels and skirt
I just dare
I dont care
What
I do sweam in
Tights
In my aqualung
I do dream
In nights...
Just to give
My love...

Well girls travelling to Belgium Thursday going to do it dressed feeling excited and nervous at the same time any advice was going to go Casual straight cut jeans hoodie or jean skirt hoodie converse do my makeup and wig after the crossing….any advice

#croptop #hotpants #jeanshorts #pantyhose #heels #highheels #sandalheels #stiletto #stilettoheels

Jeans Chick II

Jeans Chick I

Looking forward to the evening. Got after work drinks. Already got my sussies and stockings on, plus girls underwear as usual. Going to wear a wear blouse with flower decoration so girly but I think it's unisex (yeah right). Girls jeans and midi heels too. So not outright feminine (dress etc) but I'll know and it'll be interesting to see if anyone notices

Last day up here tomorrow. Need to sort out breakfast. Speak to pub barman and he will get back to me later to confirm. I go up to room change into nightie with the thought of sticking t shirt on to stick my head round the door when he knocks. 5 min later my door is opened and hes stood there! (I know what you are all thinking but i hear my work colleague as he is also in the hallway).
Anyway the door is quickly closed again , i stick on t shirt and jeans to go discuss breakfast knowing there is a very good chance he just saw me in a pink nightie and blue panties.

Jeans Rider

Going Food shopping:
Pink 'mens' Bra, pink panties, pink stockings/suspenders.
Thats the underneath done - now for the mens jeans& t shirt on top
(ive tucked myself in as much as i could)

A rare pic of me with minimal makeup, and..... Wearing jeans!!!

Good evening everyone hope you have all had a nice Thursday. Tried new Barrel jeans today. Size 10 so very happy.

About me..

Hi all, first of all I hope everyone is living their best life.
Introductions feel awkward to me for whatever reasons. I will be brief to start out but you will soon find out I can be a chatty Patty, sometimes.
So I'm Danielle Cross (sometimes), I live in Jacksonville Florida, I am 62 & I am an avid MtF crossdresser. And have been doing so for the majority of my life, started in my adolescent years actually. I've been active more so over the past 25 years. For me it's like a light switch, I turn it on and turn it off when I get that itch. If you know what I mean

Dressing feminine has always thrilled me, enlightened me, excited me & empowered me. From doing my own makeup, wearing wigs, skirts, dresses, short shorts, tight jeans, heels to bras, panties, garter belts, stockings and anything else fashionably feminine.
I've been in public fully fem'd out, bars, restaurants, either with other crossdressers, females/girlfriends. And I have had encounters with the male species a handful of times. All of which were very exciting times without a doubt.

I've become so involved, so engulfed in the whole experience at times that it scared me. Because I loved it so much that I started changing the course of my life as far as who I was as a whole. I've lived this double life for so long that I don't really believe I wanted to be a girl full time. I still enjoy the male side of me for many reasons.

It's been a year now since I flipped the switch and now I've got that itch again. I'm feeling the urge, the desire to dress & it's going to happen again. As some may relate, this life we lead and what we do, namely we purge. We wind up getting rid of everything we bought & collected, all the clothes, heels, makeup, wigs and pics and videos, gone sadly.

So I will begin to build my collection once again and as I do I will share more with you all as I go along this journey yet again.

Love & kisses to all...
Danielle

I went out in drag after my appointment,nothing crazy just ladies sneakers streath jeans,ladies long grey dress hoodie with a baggy hat.my gold confirmation cross showing and suttle ladies glasses.many just pass me by,many glance and few ladies just look in curiosity,a few men look like I’m meat but I just go about my business

Im loving my new dusky pink jacket. Its suede and really soft. I'm getting there slowly with my outfit for saturday night. I did buy a leather tunic dress too but it was waaaaaaayyyyy to tight. I think i need a 16 or an 18. But im think these jeans with a nice black top underneath. What ya think xxx

A new album of mine showing my hip development and how well I wear women's sized jeans and shorts.

My favorite thing to wear as of lately is baggy oversized pullover hoodie or hoodie dress in nuetral colors.you can wear jeans or leggings and whatever underwear you choose or none at all.I do go out in them and wear them to doctors appointments.my delicate gold cross necklace to top it off

Trying out the skinny jeans my wife brought for me...don't think I have the thighs to get away with them!