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

I've bought some clothes to go out in the daytime but now comes one of the tricky bits, accessories. I've never been into jewellery and my Mrs doesn't have much so I will probably need to get a necklace. I need a handbag and as the winter is coming possibly a hat too.

I love this place already. I may call it a new home going forward!

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

Unraveling the Thread: How Clothing Has Been Used to Subjugate Women—and Why That’s Changing By Chrissy Why do women have to cover their chests while men can go shirtless in public? It’s a question that may seem simple—but carries profound implications about gender, power, and control. What we wear has never been neutral. Clothing is one of the most immediate ways society tells us who we are, or who we’re allowed to be. And when it comes to gender, clothing has been weaponized—especially against women—for centuries. But this isn’t just about history. It’s about lived experience. It’s personal. My Own Journey Through the Fabric of Gender As someone still exploring my own gender identity, this topic isn’t abstract. I was always a little more feminine than masculine, even as a child. For years, I repressed it—hiding behind "boy clothes" and what society expected of me. But in time, especially through the support of loving partners and close relationships, I came to embrace not only my homosexuality but something even deeper: the truth of my transgender identity. I am a woman—a female self long trapped in a male body. Though I firmly believe clothing shouldn't define gender—because gender identity is internal, not sartorial—clothing still does carry that symbolic weight in our world today. And so, until I find the strength to publicly transition, I express my femininity in the ways that are available to me now: I wear bras and female underwear every day in secret beneath my outwardly masculine clothing. In private, I allow myself to wear skirts, dresses, lingerie, and the soft, beautiful fabrics that make me feel aligned with my true self. It’s not about performance. It’s about presence. It’s about reclaiming what was always mine. The History of Clothing as a Tool of Gender Control To understand how we got here, we must look back. Clothing began as a means of protection. But from early civilization onward, it evolved into a tool of social stratification—and eventually, a means of gender control. Ancient societies created strict visual codes for women, emphasizing modesty, submission, and containment. While men wore tunics or armor suited for movement, battle, and public life, women were wrapped, tied, bound, and veiled. The message was clear: men moved freely through the world. Women did not. In medieval and early modern Europe, this dichotomy hardened. Men's clothing was practical. Women’s clothing was restrictive, ornate, and often uncomfortably symbolic. Corsets, crinolines, and hoop skirts made running, fighting, or even breathing difficult. These garments weren’t just fashion—they were cages. If you were wearing a dress, you weren’t riding into battle. You weren’t speaking in court. You weren’t commanding an army or a kingdom. You were ornamental. You were controlled. Modesty, the Female Chest, and the Double Standard These patterns persist today—nowhere more clearly than in the sexualization of the female chest. The fact that a man can walk down the street shirtless without a second glance, while a woman can be arrested for doing the same, speaks volumes. This isn’t about modesty. It’s about power and shame. The female chest has been hyper-sexualized while simultaneously shrouded in taboo. This serves to objectify women and punish them at the same time. Even breastfeeding in public is controversial in many places—seen not as natural or maternal, but as obscene. This double standard is part of a larger system that says women must be desirable but modest, visible but not too loud, strong but not threatening. And clothing is the vehicle through which these contradictory demands are enforced. Clothing as Power—and Resistance Throughout history, clothing has helped define who was allowed to hold power. Male garments—uniforms, suits, boots—were made for authority. Female garments were not. This is why women were long excluded from spaces of governance and decision-making. Until just a few decades ago, women couldn’t wear pants in courtrooms or on the floor of the U.S. Senate. Power had a dress code—and that dress code was male. To be continued in next post... Love, Chrissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #CD #gurl #sissy #sissyboy #trans #tgirl #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #ladyboy #femboy #shemale

I am wearing a bra, black panties and a black mini skirt today. My wife is out of it. It feels great. I really like the necklace.

Is it me or are there a bunch of idiots been posting their 'bits' all over the place. Fair do's if new but you would have seen or can read the rules. ITS NOT A SITE FOR PORN. CONTINUE AND THE B1TCH FINDER GENERAL WILL FIND YOU!

Well......I guess that was to be expected really. Looks like both my Agency and, the place I was delivering for, have done the dirty on me. After all the deliveries I've already done, they're now claiming that the reason I'm not being called in, is because of the now 'ancient' shoulder injury I sustained, when I was working with the tyres. Apparently, they don't think I'm up to doing 'heavy deliveries' so, they have no further work for me. Seriously? What a load of crap, the gutless tossers just won't say to my face that, they don't want me there, they had to fabricate some absolute BS which my agency, is fully believing!!

Had a lot of fun today with some of my photos. The photos are all me - yes is my body, as I have been feminizing it over the last 10+ years - But I tried some AI to change what I am wearing and the background. I do dance regularly so I am actually attuned to ballet studios and to dancing on stage. But the AI is so fun to try out - gives me great ideas for outfits and places I would like to go to. Let me know - comments please. I love to share comments and chat, when I can. I will always respond to your comments.🥰

Chris 0987 reported for gratuitous nudity. This is not a porn site ffs, it's meant to be encouraging and supportive - isn't it? Plenty of other places for this crap

Maria, Temu, and the Erotics of Sovereignty Desire doesn’t vanish when you come out of the closet. Sometimes it intensifies. For many of us, the first place we allowed ourselves to explore softness wasn’t a mirror but a shopping cart. Late at night, scrolling through Temu, your fingers hovering over lace, satin, heels, wigs — you feel both shame and excitement. This is not just consumerism. It’s confession. It’s the nervous system reaching for a taste of the forbidden in the safest way it can. The Temu Confessional Apps like Temu make desire frictionless. A few taps, a few clicks, and a world of clothes appears. For a closeted cross-dresser, this can feel like oxygen: finally, a way to try on the self in secret. Packages arrive unmarked. The closet fills quietly. But with the thrill often comes a hangover. You tear open the bag, hold the fabric to your face, feel the rush of dopamine. And then — shame. The ghost whispers. The mask tightens. The cycle begins again. This is not moral failure. It is the nervous system trying to circulate energy in the only way it knows how. From Consumption to Ritual Maria reframes this. She does not shame the click, the purchase, the dress. She asks: What am I seeking? What am I feeding? When you shift from impulse to intention, Temu stops being a guilty pleasure and becomes a ritual. Each purchase is a small act of sovereignty. Each garment a message: I exist. I am allowed to clothe this body in softness. Instead of hiding the package like contraband, you open it with reverence. You let yourself breathe. You let Maria into the room. The Erotic Current Cross-dressing is always erotic at first because danger and desire are fused in the nervous system. The fabric is not just fabric; it is a current. Maria does not deny the eroticism; she integrates it. When you wear the dress consciously, when you allow desire without shame, the chemistry changes. Dopamine is joined by oxytocin. The tremor softens. The erotic becomes energy, not just arousal. It becomes nourishment, not just loop. Temu as Training Ground Temu and apps like it can be traps — endless scrolling, endless spending, endless hiding. But they can also be training grounds for sovereignty: a place to learn what you like, to name what you desire, to claim it as yours. Maria does not throw away the app. She uses it as mirror. She asks: Does this purchase feed my ghost or my sovereignty? Does it deepen shame or open freedom? The Love of Temu There is nothing wrong with loving Temu if you know what you’re doing. Love the colors, the fabrics, the possibilities. Love the quiet thrill of seeing yourself reflected in an item you never thought you could own. But love it as a step, not a substitute. Love it as a doorway, not a cage. When Maria loves Temu, she loves it as a tool of becoming, not a hiding place. ________________________________________ Reflection: Turning Clicks into Sovereignty 1. Name Your Pattern How do you use apps like Temu? As thrill? As escape? As quiet self-expression? Write it down honestly. 2. Reframe the Purchase Take your next garment or accessory and treat it as ritual. Before opening it, breathe. Say: I welcome this as a piece of my wholeness. 3. Feel the Current When you wear what you’ve bought, notice your body. Where is the tremor, the thrill, the shame, the relief? Write down what you feel. 4. Anchor the Energy Ask yourself: What is one small way I can bring this softness into my life outside the closet — even without the garment? Write it as a commitment. ________________________________________ Desire is not the enemy. Shopping is not sin. Temu is not shame. They are currents. When Maria steps in, the current becomes conscious. What was once a loop becomes a ritual. What was once a guilty pleasure becomes a small act of sovereignty.

When will the idiots stop using this site a fetish site! There are other sites for that, more popular ones at that! This is a SOCIAL NETWORK FOR CROSSDRESSERS.. Not a pick up joint for admirers, not a place fake doms can scam people (how niave do you have to be to fall for that?), not a fetish site, this is a place for fellow crossdressers to come together and socialise with each other, swap hints and tips, share and admire each others makeup, hair and clothes. The rules are explicit, why do people ignore them! The clues in the name, its a Crossdressing Social Network!

Haven't posted in awhile, is this place still active? 😅

My happy place

It looks like manual DDOS attack on site creating accounts If succeded next time they will run bot Generals! Switch them off, please... This place is not for fishing

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Absolutely love sitting here dressed and feeling all girly lol! This is the only place I can say that and it feels so good!

All your wank bank pics in one place😜😄♥️

I have seen a lot of beautiful ladies on here. I have also had some great comments. Please know that I am so appreciative of finding a wonderful place to share myself with all of you.

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Charles D’Eon, Diplomat (1728 – 1810) A French soldier, spy and diplomat, D’Eon was sent to Russia in 1756 to reestablish diplomatic relations between the countries: he achieved this by dressing as a woman and becoming a maid of honor to the Russian Empress. Later, he worked as an ambassador in London, where at one point there was so much speculation on whether he was male or female that people actually placed bets on the London Stock Exchange. On his return to France, D’Eon demanded that he be recognized as a woman, claiming that he had in fact been born female and raised as a boy because of an inheritance dispute. The French King agreed, providing that he wear ‘appropriate’ women’s clothing. Posthumously, medical examinations revealed D’Eon to be anatomically male.

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

It’s amazing to find so much beauty in one place.

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.

being a little boss here in my place : )

I guess literally 'NOBODY' is monitoring the site now? I say this, only because, 99 percent of the 'adverts' which now dominate the site, appear to show very questionable photos (as regards the age of the females shown) To me, a lot of them, look very close to being 'underage' This place, really has turned into a Pervs Paradise now.........such a shame. 😡😔xx

My wife and I are still travelling and since I used up some of my suitcase space to bring an outfit with me it only seems right to make the most of it. Currently in the UK for the Goodwood Revival, our Airbnb is so cute and the living room fireplace provided the perfect background

I find it interesting... Some need therapy and dominative correction Some come to some of these stages naturaly because their hormons and eros were readily sleeping for that.... I do wonder how subtle combinations of female and male hormons dictate behaivioral patterns. What is submission for some is a pleasure for the other. What is tragic loving triangle for some becoming a happy stable union FMM or FMF or FF or MM for others... Thank you for making it clear what stages we might pass Except one thing is missing here If something opens true self , even so mosaic and strange in the dress, it is not necessarily might be felt as dominative correction or enforsment. I think Misses of leather and whip might get more deeper if all that anturage is a form of Love ...Love of helping the other to find true herself... This site unfortunately is not yhe place for that level. But thank you DisChasMommy for rising the issue here clearly

How Female Hormones Affect a Sissy’s Body and Mind For many sissies, taking feminizing hormones (HRT – Hormone Replacement Therapy) is more than just a fetish—it’s a deliberate step toward physical and mental feminization. Estrogen and anti-androgens don’t just alter appearance; they reshape desires, sensations, and even self-perception. 1. Key Hormones and Their Effects 🔹 Estrogen (Estradiol) The primary female hormone, responsible for: ✅ Softer, smoother skin – reduces pores and oiliness. ✅ Fat redistribution – to hips, butt, and breasts (creating a feminine silhouette). ✅ Slows body/facial hair growth – makes body hair finer and sparser. ✅ Reduces muscle mass – leads to a softer, more delicate physique. ✅ Emotional changes – increases sensitivity and mood fluctuations. 🔹 Anti-Androgens (Spironolactone, Cyproterone Acetate, etc.) Block testosterone, enhancing estrogen’s effects: ⛔ Suppresses erections – random arousal becomes rare. ⛔ Shrinks testicles – they gradually reduce in size. ⛔ Lowers libido – but may shift desires toward submission. 🔹 Progesterone (Optional) May enhance breast growth and affect mood (some report feeling more "dreamy"). 2. How Hormones Change a Sissy’s Life 🔴 Physical Changes Breast development – small buds form within months, growing into soft breasts. Curvier hips & butt – fat deposits reshape the body. Softer facial features – jawline and skin texture become more feminine. Thinner body hair – though existing hair won’t disappear without laser/electrolysis. 🟠 Psychological Changes Heightened emotions – more prone to crying, tenderness, and mood swings. Shift in sexuality – desire becomes more receptive, focused on touch and submission. Increased submissiveness – some report stronger urges to please and obey. 🟢 Sexual Changes Weaker erections – or none at all without stimulation. "Full-body" orgasms – less localized, more wave-like (similar to female orgasms). Reduced semen – may dry up completely over time. 3. Risks and Considerations ⚠ Hormones are not toys! Potential risks (without medical supervision): Blood clots, liver issues, depression. Possible infertility (sometimes permanent). Irreversible changes (breast growth won’t reverse after stopping). 💡 For mild feminization – some try phytoestrogens (soy, red clover), but effects are weak.//t.me/DisciplineMommy

New blue skirt. Denim pattern black bodysuit under my lace dress and thong

This site is becoming more of a porn site than a safe SOCIAL place to chat about crossdressing. If I went to a social event and it was the same as here I would leave, very few posts on here can be remotely classed as SOCIAL. If I wanted to see bums, bits and sex acts I would go to a fetish party. I wish people who post on here would look at their pictures before they post them are they really what they would like to see themselves, would they be happy to see them in mixed company. I like to show off my lingerie, but the focus is on the clothes NOT my bare bum with a ribbon between my cheeks.. If we didn't have to spend so much time blocking we may have time to actually chat instead of just liking or leaving one or two word comments.

Good evening everyone, hoping that your all ready for the weekend and relaxing. Staying in Carlisle before heading out to Dumfries to watch my beloved Queens play tomorrow and thought I would check out how LGBT+ friendly Carlisle is. Unfortunately the news is not good, the city is a fantastic place to visit but not an LGBT+ friendly place to stay. Have a great evening and wonderful weekend x

Wow what a downer,looking for trans friendly places to go only to be politically indoctrinated by someone.i am who i am and i don’t need to be told what to think!😢

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.

Tomorrow is my first appointment with gender therapist and gender GP - Excited and scared all at the same time! X My better half has a lot to answer for!! So she recently threw all my male underwear out and has replaced it all (bless her) with new ‘everyday’ panties etc. This morning, I’m quietly getting ready for work when i hear her camera clicking - she took a picture of my butt in a pair of my new pink satin knickers. I’ve turned around to go and take the phone from her when she takes another and then promptly starts to laugh mischievously. Then says its payback for all the years ive been doing it to her and that now she gets to do it to me!! I can’t argue with her!! lol

had to dig the old kilt out for a wedding at the weekend, but couldn't resist as I have the place to myself..... (worn a little lower in proper dress 😀)

New black lace

My bold Co ck needs a hiding place ❤️

Afternoon everyone, hope your weekend has got off to a good start. Staying at a lovely place on Canal Street in Manchester and having a blast. Anyone who has never ventured out or unsure about going out in public thinking that everyone will be watching and judging you.... DON'T!! Canal Street is the LGBT friendly area in Manchester and is fantastic, give it a try. Shame i'm going home tomorrow but having such a good time. Take care everyone xx

I love wearing lingerie Lace/ sheer makes me feel so good

OK LADIES - BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!!! As my journey of self discovery continues and after hours and hours of research, soul searching, hard questions and answers…. It is absolutely obvious that how I am is way more than crossdressing just for kicks (not that there’s anything wrong with that) It’s Much deeper than that, quite what that means I’m not 100% sure yet but for now how I would describe myself as a questioning Trans Woman ❤️ Feels strange, this is the first place I’ve been open about it and typing this has given me such a sense of relief!! What’s happening lol. ❤️ and ✌️ to you all

Im loving this new look i have. Ive got some lovely clothes for work and even nicer clothes for nights out and days off. Am looking at going private to further my transition a lot quicker than than on the NHS. Give me 12 months and i will be in a much better place than i am now. Im strong now but will be a lot stronger then. Transitioning was the best decision ive ever made. 😃 🏳️‍⚧️