Greetings to you, my dear sisters. And to you, Admirers. I wanted to tell you a little about myself. I started crossdressing relatively recently, about five years ago. I'd been wanting to do it for a while, of course, but I only got around to trying it recently. What did it give me? Well, it motivated me to lose weight, from 130 kg to 78, although my body is still not perfect; my body fat percentage is excessive, in my opinion, and such a significant weight loss couldn't help but negatively impact both my face and body. I also began to better understand women and how they think. When you look at yourself in a dress in the mirror and realize it doesn't suit your figure or the color... Oh yes, now the thoughts of women in the same situation are much clearer.🙂 I've discovered things men don't think about, like how to determine my body type to match it with clothes, my face type to match a wig, my skin tone and undertone to choose the right makeup colors, my overall complexion, and its level of contrast, which helps me choose clothing colors. I'm really interested in exploring all of this. Of course, I'm not perfect at everything. I'm not very good at makeup; for example, I'm still working on my body despite having suffered numerous injuries. Losing weight isn't always a good thing; it exposes problems I never even suspected. 🤔Sometimes my looks look a bit slutty, my wardrobe isn't very large, and I can't find shoes in the right size. I also have to hide my hobbies, like hiding my face in photos, because I get more negativity and threats from the world than positive ones.🤐 But at the same time, there's a sense of harmony and inner peace when I have the rare opportunity to transform myself, even if only temporarily.☺️ My English isn't very good, I use an online translator, and the text may be a bit awkward, so please excuse me. Kisses to you all, sisters, wherever you are.😚😙😚💝

Ok, I asked AI to make a film using my picture. It is all fake, but just had to share.....

Photo No. 99 - I need to make No. 100 special. Any suggestions?

Hey there from Glasgow Scotland looking to make and meet new friends

Any girls from Southampton area looking to make a new cd friends please message me .

Good morning ladies. Rise and shine. Its a brand new day. Make it amazing. 💋

Hey sweets, I wanted to open up and share something real with you—something raw, honest, and close to the bone. If any of this resonates with you, if you’ve ever felt the same hunger, the same questions, the same ache—I’d love to hear from you. You're not alone. Leave a comment, share your truth. With all my heart (and a few kisses), I’ve hated my dick for as long as I can remember—not just for how it looks or what it symbolizes, but for how it keeps me tethered to a version of myself that never felt real. It’s not that I want to erase my body—I just want it to feel like mine. I want softness. Curves. A place to be entered, to be held, to be loved in a way that matches how I feel inside. I want to be her. And in many ways, I already am. I haven’t transitioned. Maybe I never will. But I live in the space between genders like it’s home. Most people have no idea. They see what I let them see. But under my clothes, I’m wrapped in the truth of who I am—lace panties, a matching bra, delicate straps across my chest, sometimes a garter if I need to feel extra pretty that day. It’s not just for arousal. It’s for survival. And always, always, I wear my prosthetic. My fake pussy. My secret salvation. It’s made of silicone—soft, skinlike, shaped just right. The slit is subtle but perfect. There's a hole you can enter, if you know how to treat me. When I slip it on and feel my cock tucked away, my heart slows. My body goes quiet. I look down and see smoothness, femininity, me. Not a fantasy—reality. My reality. I wear it all the time. Not just for sex, not just when I’m alone. It’s part of my daily ritual, part of how I make peace with a body that’s caught between what it is and what I wish it could be. It keeps me close to her—the woman I am when no one’s looking, and sometimes even when they are. Most lovers don’t know how to handle that part of me. They want either a woman or a man, and I’m both and neither. But some—some—see me. They touch me with reverence. They kiss my neck like it’s sacred. They press against the silicone, kiss me through it, call me beautiful. And when they slide inside that prosthetic slit, I feel... loved. Not just fucked. Chosen. Other times, they want what I hide. They pull down my panties and take me as I am. My ass becomes my pussy. They call my cock a girl cock, and I let them, because in those moments it belongs to the version of me who still needs to be worshipped, still deserves to be adored. There's no shame in it. I’m done apologizing for the way I live in my body. But the most powerful moments are the quiet ones—alone, silk between my thighs, hips swaying as I move through the world with my little secret pressed tight against me. The prosthetic warms to my skin. I forget it’s there, and yet I’m constantly aware of it. It doesn’t just hide what I hate. It shows me who I am. Every soft curve, every subtle line—it’s mine. I’ve had men fall in love with me through it. Not just because of how I look, but how I let them in. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. When I let a man undress me slowly, kiss down my stomach, slip his fingers over that smooth slit... he doesn’t just touch silicone. He touches me. He touches the part of me that’s always been waiting to be seen. And when he enters me there, when he moves inside me through that perfect opening, I close my eyes and feel a kind of peace I’ve never known. A feeling that says, This is what it means to be wanted. This is what it means to be a woman. This is what it means to be loved in the body you’ve built for yourself, on your terms. It’s not a costume. It’s not pretend. It’s truth, wrapped in silicone and lingerie and longing. And it’s beautiful. 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

Sleep — Little Star Verse 1 I don’t sleep well contained in these four walls. I want peace. I want to feel calm I want to feel safe From ghosts of this past As the night falls Verse 2 I don’t sleep well contained in these four walls. The dark makes shapes. The body believes. The shadows move closer, the memory deceives. Verse 3 I don’t sleep well contained in these four walls. Another night lost. Another dawn waits. A body that trembles, a mind that stalls.

So is like sending dick pics some form of handshake around here?? Do men think sending a dick pic is going to make me say "ooooh a vienna sausage that's so hot, let me get my magnifying glass so we can find Waldo and do this" size isn't a big deal at all to me but it is when you don't clean it and it's ugly as shit and probably smells like a Kroger meat cooler during a blackout on an 102 degree summers day!! WTF!! Im not desperate so if you're send that shit don't bother and show some god damn respect to me and the all the rest of the wonderful and respectful ladies on here.. am i right people?? Unbelievable..

Patti loves her dresses and heels, but as most girls I want to go shopping for more, I love very short dresses and skirts, I love trying on new heels. They make me feel so feminine, Patti wants everybody on here to know she thinks you’ll are beautiful sweet and amazing girls and hopes you all are having a wonderful day of night

something slightly different than my previous corset pics. this was a short lacy gothic dress. I'd reverted back to a pale simple makeup for Halloween mainly white foundation with a little blusher

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

Sitting here alone wearing a satin thong and matching bra heels with ankle straps a black blouse with a short red Minnie skirt, I've just put on fake nails and makeup and wig, I feel so sexy, and I want someone to share the experience with, yeah would love to be submissive and be a discreet gurl for the right person xxx

I love the way heels makes me feel.

Morning all 💋 little product review 👀 candy creams 🥰 new viral tiktok hair removal moose 🤔 love the scent, the cream is wonderful and makes my legs feel buttery smooth, the hair removal moose on the other hand isn’t all that, first off, i looked like a f👀kin yeti from the waist down, good job i was stood in the bath, it was everywhere 🤣 after standing around for 10 min, wiped off and hey presto the hair was still there 🤣 the can just about covered my legs and is therefore exspensive for a one shot 😮so not great im afraid, but my legs are really smooth and i smell delicious 🥰😈

I want someone to make me feel like a real woman and make love to me xxx

Hi sweets! 💋 Just a little FYI: I’m not looking for a Mistresss or Dominatrix, and I’m also not interested in a long-distance online Daddy or Master. I know this site is based in the UK, so most of you are probably Europeans — and that’s totally fine! I just love sharing here, meeting new friends, and if you ever make it to the States, especially San Diego, then hit me up! ☀️🇺🇸 I’m finally embracing my true gender identity, though I’m still a bit unsure whether I’m a #femboy (or #femman), a #crossdresser, a #sissy, or even #transgender. What I do know is that I’m the #girly #feminine #submissive receiver in a relationship. I love appearing as a #gurl and being treated — and thought of — like one. 🌸 I can be friends with fellow #crossdressers #sissies #trans and #femboys, and I get along great with #Mistressess too — but romantically, I’m attracted to masculine, manly men. I have such a soft spot for hairy men (I love the feeling of my smooth fem body against their strong, hairy chests 😍) and for older, mature men. I’m 47, so “older” to me means 50 and up… honestly, the older the better! So again, I’m not looking for a Mistresss or even an online Daddy. We can absolutely be friends — but I’m not paying for anything, and I can spot scams and pros a mile away. I’m here to connect, network socially, and show off a little. Thank you for reading! 💖 Kisses, Chrissy

Unraveling the Thread: How Clothing Has Been Used to Subjugate Women—and Why That’s Changing (continued) By Chrissy 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. Today, those lines are blurring. The rise of androgynous and gender-neutral fashion challenges the old binaries. More people are rejecting the idea that clothes must conform to “male” or “female.” Icons like Harry Styles, Elliot Page, and Indya Moore are showing that fashion can be fluid, expressive, and liberating. Yet, as someone living with a transgender identity, I still feel the weight of those norms. When I wear a bra or slip on a dress, I’m not just “playing dress-up.” I’m aligning myself with my truth. I’m saying to the world—even if they can’t see it yet—that I know who I am. The Future: Beyond Gendered Fabric We are in the midst of a slow but powerful revolution. The #FreeTheNipple movement, the rise of unisex clothing lines, and the increased visibility of trans and nonbinary voices all point to one truth: gender expression cannot—and should not—be policed by fabric. But the work isn’t done. We still live in a world where a child in a skirt is bullied, where a trans woman is judged by her ability to “pass,” and where freedom of clothing is still a privilege, not a right. So yes, I dream of a world where clothes mean only what we want them to mean—where they’re tools of expression, not oppression. But until then, I will continue to express my identity, my truth, my womanhood—even if it’s still beneath the surface, hidden under layers. Because to wear what makes you feel like you is an act of quiet rebellion. And sometimes, rebellion begins in a closet. What are your thoughts? Love, Chrissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #CD #gurl #sissy #sissyboy #trans #tgirl #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #ladyboy #femboy #shemale

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

🌸 Between Silk and Skin: Understanding the Line Between Crossdressing and Being Transgender By Chrissy “Maybe I’m not one or the other. Maybe I’m something in between—and that’s okay.” 🧠 What’s the Difference? When people hear “crossdresser” and “transgender,” they often picture the same thing—or get the definitions confused. But these words speak to different experiences, identities, and emotional landscapes. In simple terms: Crossdresser: A person (usually male-assigned at birth) who enjoys dressing in clothing typically associated with another gender, usually for self-expression, fun, comfort, identity exploration, or even erotic reasons. This doesn’t necessarily mean they want to live as that gender full-time. Transgender: Someone whose gender identity is different from the sex they were assigned at birth. A transgender woman was assigned male at birth but identifies as a woman—and may or may not take steps to socially, medically, or legally transition. 🩷 My Journey (So Far) I’m still figuring it all out. For most of my life, I lived as a man—because that’s what the world expected. But in quiet moments, in safe spaces, I allowed my femininity to surface. At first, I called it crossdressing. I liked how I felt in soft clothes, in cute outfits, in long hair and smooth skin. It was sensual… empowering… liberating. But it wasn’t just the clothes—it was me, underneath them. I still don’t know where I fall on the spectrum. Maybe I’m a crossdresser. Maybe I’m genderfluid. Maybe I’m a transgender woman still waiting to be born. What I do know is this: I feel most alive when I’m Chrissy. I feel most whole when I’m seen. I feel most me when I stop trying to choose sides. 🫶 A Spectrum, Not a Binary Gender is not black and white—it’s fluid, rich, and deeply personal. Some crossdressers live full, happy lives identifying as men who occasionally (or frequently) express femininity. Some transgender women started out crossdressing because it was safer than admitting the truth. Others—like me—are still discovering who they are. You might ask: Am I a crossdresser or something more? What does it mean if I like being called “she” sometimes? Do I want to be a woman or just look like one? The answer might be “yes,” “no,” “sometimes,” or “I’m not sure yet.” And all of those are valid. 💬 A Note on Shame and Freedom Growing up, I repressed my feminine side. I feared being laughed at, rejected, or labeled. I used filters to feminize my face online—not to trick anyone, but because I liked how I looked. It made me feel beautiful. For now, it’s my way of being seen. One day, I’ll do the makeup. The hair. The outfit. One day, I’ll walk outside and own her. For now, I’m just beginning. If you feel the same—if you’re navigating the space between crossdressing and being trans—you are not alone. 🎀 Final Thoughts You don’t need to rush toward a label. You don’t need to transition or explain yourself to anyone. You don’t need to choose “male” or “female” like you’re checking a box. You just need to be—whatever that means, however that looks, however long it takes. You’re not broken. You’re not confused. You’re becoming. And I’m becoming right there with you. What are your thoughts? With love, — Chrissy

When the weather isn’t bright but you make it shine ✨

My First Crossdresser Makeover, Finding Confidence at Sensual Passions 💋 I finally took the leap and booked my first professional makeover with Sonia at Sensual Passions, and it turned out to be one of the most transformative experiences I’ve ever had. What started as pure nerves quickly became something empowering and deeply personal. Seeing myself reflected back in the mirror, not as a stranger but as me, was an emotional moment I’ll never forget. Sonia’s approach made everything feel safe, respectful, and affirming — I’d recommend it to anyone who’s ever thought about trying a makeover but felt too nervous to take that first step. I shared the full story (with all the details and reflections) on our site here: 👉 https://crossdressed.co.uk/sensual-passions-my-first-crossdresser-makeover/ How was your first makeover experience? What did it make you realise about yourself? 💄

Some screenshots from my latest video!: https://photos.app.goo.gl/RQucHsycTcgMboQR8 Hey sweets! I undress for you in this video! Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't put any makeup on or use a filter to feminize or soften my face, so I still look "manly," but I hope you enjoy this anyways? Please "like," leave a comment, and share! Sharing is caring! And you can message me too. I'll reply when I can. Thanks! Kisses! - Chrissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #sissy #sissyboy #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #tgirl #gurl #trans #transwoman #transgirl #transgender #nsfw #panty #panties #pantybulge #pantymodel #underwear #underwearmodel #underwearbulge #model #meninpanties

https://photos.app.goo.gl/RQucHsycTcgMboQR8 Hey sweets! I undress for you in this video! Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't put any makeup on or use a filter to feminize or soften my face, so I still look "manly," but I hope you enjoy this anyways? Please "like," leave a comment, and share! Sharing is caring! And you can message me too. I'll reply when I can. Thanks! Kisses! - Chrissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #sissy #sissyboy #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #tgirl #gurl #trans #transwoman #transgirl #transgender #nsfw #panty #panties #pantybulge #pantymodel #underwear #underwearmodel #underwearbulge #model #meninpanties

I really enjoy looking like a woman. Yes , some of those photos are obviously filters , but I would look like that if I learned how to use makeup and a wig. Which hairstyle do you like better? #crossdresser #crossdressing #model #modeling #sissy #sissyboy #femboy #femboys ##shemale #gurl #tgirl #trans #transgender #transgirl ##transwoman ##lgbtq #gay

Short skirts make it easy to take upskirt photos 😉

About “Shemale Chrissy” Hello everyone, I want to introduce myself and share a little bit of my story with you. This is a space where I can express who I am—openly, honestly, and without shame. I’m still exploring parts of my identity, learning more about myself every day, and I hope to find friends, support, and maybe even a sense of belonging along the way. I want to clarify that I mean no offense to biological women. I deeply respect the struggles and experiences they have faced and continue to face. I acknowledge that I will never fully understand what it feels like to be a woman from birth, nor can I claim to have experienced that journey firsthand. That said, I’ve always felt more feminine than masculine and genuinely enjoy being perceived as a woman. Given my age, I don’t believe I can—or want to—fully transition or live as a woman full time. In truth, I may simply be a crossdresser who expresses their femininity in ways that make them feel whole. What matters to me is being able to embrace and live that side of myself authentically, even if it isn’t “traditional.” I also want to be honest about the terms I use to describe myself. I sometimes refer to myself as a “sissy” or a “shemale,” among other words. I mean no offense by these labels—they’re simply part of how I’m exploring my identity and finding language that fits me. Sometimes I use filters or soft edits in photos—not to trick anyone—but to help me live out a personal dream or fantasy, even just digitally. It’s for me, a way to see myself as I’ve always imagined. I like showing off and receiving compliments on my body. Growing up, I never really got that kind of positive attention, and expressing this side of me now is both empowering and healing. Recently, I’ve also realized that I want to showcase this part of myself more openly—perhaps even as a model. For me, this isn’t just performance; it’s a way to claim my identity and celebrate my femininity with confidence. Yes, some of the content I create and share is adult or pornographic in nature. I understand that’s not for everyone, and I respect that. But for me, it’s an expression of pride, sensuality, and self-love. More than anything, I’m here to find friends, support, and community—to connect, share experiences, and network with people who understand or want to learn. Thank you for your understanding and support. ❤️#crossdresser #shemale #sissy #lgbtq #nsfw #crossdressing #gay #trans #gurl #bio #transgirl #tgirl #transwoman #transgender

Which one makes Patti look more feminine ? Any ideas for making my face look feminine? I would love to dress and go out

I still get a boner looking at the picture of the dress when i first seen it on sale! It still makes my heart beat fast and make me nearly cum in myself! 💗💗🍆💦💦

I understand that a site needs to make money but these adds are a joke.. Beyond annoying. The problem is the monthly charge is the same as other sites that are huge in comparison.....

Had my first ever professional makeover this week. Can't wait to share my blog post! Eeks!

Had time to edit one of my favorite, my body, photos of the past. Thought i would try to make a little bit of art work. Comments please. 🥰

Morning girls, no dressing today but this makes me even more excited to get my heels back on!!!💋💋

Damn it why not post another one! Proof that men make the best gURLs xx

🐆 cant get enough of this dress, love the pattern. "No makeup today"

I always thought heels were hard to walk in but with a little patience, they make me legs look better

Oh I definitely would make you my b*tch boy 😌

(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

a little nervous... I have booked a make-up lesson with a lady who visits for occasion make-up, she seemed really cool with the idea on the phone, but I'm still really embarrassed - silly really, what's the worst that can happen 🥴

Hey, guys, I’m still jobless, and rent’s due again. For now, I’m dancing on the streets for tips—it’s the best I’ve got! https://youtube.com/shorts/jNVCXQOLae4?si=nTPgt1CeFsctNBVN Some of you tossed a few coins, and your princess bought some makeup and perfume yesterday. Now I’m saving for a new red skirt, and who knows, maybe you’ll help me cover rent too. I believe in you, my darlings! Kisses to all! #crossdresser #crossdressing #femboy #crossdressers

So girls after my recent pics am I convincing enough still feel makeup isn’t right

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!!!👠💄💃💋💍🎀👰🏼‍♀️👠👠👠🍓👄💝😻😘😘😘🍑

Why is cross dressing so addictive ? I can’t help myself, a short dress and heels and all the comments I get makes Patti feel pretty and sexy

Before and after make up 🤣

Hi all x todays choice of knickers for work x saw these reduced at local supermarket x wow so comfortable and I think they make my bum look good xx

l am having problems to reply, mail me at jildijowoutlookcom. May l make it very clear, that l have no interest in having contact(friends or other) with persons which are married or in a relationship.

Someone on here for some reason has accused me of being a Scammer, not sure what his interpretation of a Scammer is but to me it is someone pretending to be something they are not to get money from us unsuspecting members, well I'm flattered that he thinks a 56 year old CD has anything to offer to make money, I wish lol x Please let me know if you know a way 😂 😂..... Anyway please be safe in the knowledge that I'm definitely not a Scammer or trying to get anyone's money...xxx

A little black lingerie to make things naughtier

Just wish i had tome to put makeup on instead of ai x