Hope your all having a great Sunday I’ve been working in my garden today so having a little time to relax

Serpent II

I wish you know
Who I am...
A tragic
Clowness.
I do kiss
Neither wishing men
Nor bored by life
Princesses

But you
You made me deeply
Think
That My make up
Was not...
Not strong
Not dark
Not ever grim
To be so loved
Too long...

I thought
What if
I change
My day
And try
All shadows
black
And silver hair
Is it nice?...
My lips still
Shall obey...
But I'm looking
Not for kissssss
I wish
Undress
For pretty miss.

Am I to strange
For you in that?....
I kiss you tenderly...
Please let...
Me kiss your Neck
And thighs...
And fingers, lips,
And tragic eyes
And lashes
Shaved eybrow lines...
You will relax
In paradise
I wish
You feel
Your self
Like me...
We are alone
Waiting
Flight
To dreams
That keep
Mind
Paralised...

Hi, new here and looking for advice please? How do you cover up body hair if you cannot shave due to people realising something is different? X

3x purple petticoats some people think I got a bad addiction drug fetish to petticoats er no just a fetish for them I adore them and this will give a good look and love the feel and the weight of the petticoats on my stocking clad legs as the brush and swish as I walk on them omg heaven x
#petticoats

Good afternoon everyone. Hope you're enjoying the sunshine. This good fairy is back in the kitchen cooking a perfect pork roast. Please feel free to disturb me, could do with a bit of company xxx

It's all for Charity, nothing to do with crossdressing when I'm on my own after hours stocktaking.

In my skirt and petticoat feeling very naughty on a Sunday afternoon lol x
#skirt #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Dressed up doing some cute outfits today x hehe x enjoy x
#laceskirt #petticoats #stockings #suspenders #highheels

A little Sunday dress up wearing my black petticoat and heels how likes seeing stockings and suspenders on ? Hehe x
#petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Is 6 w@nks in a day normal for a 60 year old?...... Asking for a friend!

stockings makes Patti feel so feminine

My other outfit I been dressing up in this morning x Lycra skirt and 2 petticoats x
#lycraskirt Petticoats #stockings #suspenders #highheels

I feeling horny today x in my latex skirt and petticoat
#latexskirt #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Morning everyone, love waking up still dressed hot as xx

It's getting cooler here in Western Australia. I'm looking forward to wearing more knitwear, this is one of my favourite cropped jumpers

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

Thinking of an outfit to wear for self date

Morning all, you all looking as stunning as always. Am so jealous.

Question out there want a new pair of heels looking at Oxford heels does anybody own a pair and sizing ? Are they small or larger on size fit x thank you

well off to oxford city tomorrow to meet up with a cd friend. have been messaging for ages but never met. unfortunately we won't be dressed (well maybe something underneath) but be good to meet up and chat on the subject we all like to talk about. Do some shopping too. Maybe next meet we'll dress properly. I'm working on more everyday clothes unlike the ones in my profile.

Looking for someone to **** me for the first time

Thinking about paying for the subscription on here. I notice it goes through PayPal. Is it anonymous? Anyone advise me please?

Got my account back by shamefully asking others to help with the age verification. It kept fking telling me i didn't meet the limitation, judged by my face. I'm already 21, and how much do you want an Asian sissy to look like an adult.Kept my body caged for 20 minutes doing fking nothing, I'm now lost desire

stockings, heels and lace...

Recap of how my day went as a model
Always looking stunning

If Patti wears this under her work clothes, what do you think she will be thinking about all day ?

I'm gonna have a great day today it's a bank holiday and my wife is working so I can be a horny cross-dresser today

Home alone tonight thinking about meeting someone, but know you cant on here

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.

Body stockings or lingerie ? What do you beautiful girls think ?

When I go out, I spend a lot of time looking at all the pretty outfits i wish I could wear, and regret not being more confident when I was younger.

New skirt from Amazon, looking for a suitable top to go with it

Hi, lately I have a fetish for making clothes out of bin bags, just love how they feel and look, would love to know what you think

Red with white petticoats on and I feel super horny x with the petticoats swishing on my stock clad legs and the suspenders are pulling in my stocking x
#skirt #petticoats #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Just a little Saturday dress up x
#skirt #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Looking like a wet day outdoors, So Im going to be indoors cleaning, but, what to wear. I want to enjoy it. Keep my little clitty **** caged I think, I was a bit naughty this morning in bed. SHower and toys stuck to the wall later, my favourite part, backing onto them time and time again. That will get me through the cleaning, before going shopping wearing nothing under my shorts, maybe even a quiet layby on the way back home. My day planned . Oh, must shave as well, need to be smooth all over.

I miss my collection need 2 start stocking up again

Its raining, Im going shopping in shorts and no pants or anything. I want to come back and have some fun time. Hope to get more pictures posted as well. I wopuld love some suggestions if anbody wants anything. Looking forward to getting back home.

Getting very excited thinking about everyone looking at my panties

Any bbc looking?

A little dress up in my outfit feeling naughty x
#skirt #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

I had bought this lingerie set that also came with those blue fishnet stockings that I think is pretty sexy. I love the colour. But unfortunately, I had lost those rubber garter clips somewhere.

Stockings and suspenders on, panty pad changed, off I go xx

put on some leggings over tights and a bra and am popping out. Will change into stockings and suspenders for this afternoon's adventure. Mistre ss has found me a new trainer.

Been off for a while, not feeling so. Today, Im off out walking, fresh air, shorts, commando, then coming back for some dressing up. In the mnood today, little clitty is in the mood also

Morning girls, so hot waking up like this

Good evening girls thak goodness my wife working nights i can be my real self for 12 hours .

"To be honest, I’ve hit a breaking point and finally quit my job. I’m feeling pretty rough right now, but I found these lyrics that perfectly capture why I had to get out. It’s dark, it’s raw, and it’s exactly how I’ve been feeling lately:"

One gulp of coffee, then I sprint to the station,
Dive into the Tube, yawn’s a constant sensation.
I bent over backwards to get here on time,
So hello, hello… it’s the usual crime.
Well, hello to you all and your fucking tired faces!

A sip of some tea, smoke breaks with the herd,
You’re back here again, and it’s frankly absurd.
I don’t smile at strangers, I’ve nothing to say,
I’ve saved all my smiles for you lot today.
Yeah, hello to you all and your fucking tired faces!

When I’ve had quite enough and I’m ready to retch,
I’ll quit this shit job, every miserable stretch.
I’ll think of you all on a grey, rainy day,
How I tore out my hair just to come play the game,
Just to get here and see you...
Well, hello to you all and your fucking tired faces!

I’ll sing of new colleagues like a bird in the spring,
"I'm so glad to be here!" is the song I will sing.
You’re better than them, you’re a different race —
You’re lovely, you’re cool, you’re all over the place...
At least for right now — before you’re just fucking tired faces!

New stockings too