I’ve so missed this gorgeous green silky camisole set, and yes I’m wearing right now xx

Just got home from Gran Canary Islands, I have so missed being me, so today I’m going to wear my nicest lingerie, stockings, heels , hair, makeup and a gorgeous black dress , I can’t wait to be the true me, just need to share it with a girl like me.
So miss dressing and so need to explore my desires so much further girls, so if you’re near Stafford or within travelling distance we must chat and get to know each other.
Please message, obviously no fakes I’ll spot you straight away.
All my love Millie xx

A curious mish mash of pics for you... I'll get back on track hopefully very soon... then I'll get some much better photo's... love you all sisters and admirers ... hope you're day is absolutely perfect and everything goes exactly as planned...

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Hi sweets! I started a new blog! It's cleaner and easier to read and navigate. This blog contains explicit sexual themes, taboo fantasies, fetish content, and material that may offend or disturb some readers. Go here: https://lifeofsissychrissy.blogspot.com/

Intro: Foreword
Welcome to The Life & Fantasies of Transgirl Sissy Chrissy.

You should know, before turning another page, exactly what kind of book you are holding.

This is not quite an autobiography.

It is not quite fiction.

It lives somewhere more dangerous than either.

These stories emerge from the memories, desires, insecurities, obsessions, fears, curiosities, and private fantasies of Sissy Chrissy—a 47-year-old feminine gay man who longs to live more fully as a woman, but who, for now, remains caught between the life she inhabits and the woman she imagines herself becoming.

Some of what follows really happened.

Some of it happened differently.

Some of it began with a memory and was seduced into fantasy.

And some of it never happened at all—except in the secret country of Chrissy’s imagination.

That distinction will not always be made clear.

It is more interesting that way.

Within these pages, reality is negotiable.

One story may place Chrissy in a familiar bedroom, bar, street, hotel room, or anonymous encounter. The next may drag her somewhere impossible: into the arms of machines, monsters, supernatural beings, forbidden lovers, creatures of fantasy, or strange worlds where ordinary rules no longer apply.

The familiar and the impossible sleep beside each other here.

So do tenderness and depravity.

Romance and lust.

Humor and humiliation.

Fear and fascination.

Beauty and grotesquerie.

Some stories are playful and flirtatious.

Some are tender.

Some are deliberately trashy.

Some are dark, feverish, and unsettling.

Some indulge fantasies that polite people are not supposed to admit they have.

And some wander unapologetically into territory that many readers will consider deeply taboo.

That is not an accident.

Fantasy has always been a place where human beings trespass.

In imagination, we can approach the forbidden without claiming it should become permissible, flirt with danger without inviting it into reality, and explore thoughts that would be impossible, immoral, absurd, frightening, or even monstrous outside the protected territory of fiction.

A fantasy is not a confession.

A fantasy is not a manifesto.

And a fantasy is not necessarily a wish for reality.

Sometimes the imagination simply asks:

What if?

And Chrissy, more often than she probably should, answers.

The Woman at the Center of It All
For all the spectacle, kink, fantasy, horror, absurdity, and eroticism in these stories, the real subject of this book is Chrissy herself.

Chrissy lives in contradiction.

She is feminine, but the body she inhabits still tells another story.

She wants to be desired as a woman, touched as a woman, admired as a woman, and recognized as the person she feels herself becoming.

Yet she also carries decades of masculinity, insecurity, shame, humor, hunger, resilience, and memory with her.

She can be brazen one moment and painfully vulnerable the next.

She wants to be wanted.

She wants to be seen.

She wants to surrender without disappearing.

She wants to be outrageous without apologizing.

And sometimes she simply wants the freedom to imagine herself in situations reality would never permit.

That conflict—the distance between who Chrissy is, who the world sees, and who Chrissy becomes when no one is watching—runs beneath nearly every story in this collection.

Sometimes it surfaces as romance.

Sometimes as comedy.

Sometimes as darkness.

And very often as desire.

Because desire has a way of revealing the parts of us that daylight teaches us to hide.

These stories allow Chrissy to stop hiding.

A Private Theater of Desire
The fantasies collected here are not restrained by realism.

They are excessive by design.

Some are conventional.

Some are strange.

Some are kinky.

Some are deliberately provocative.

Some will make certain readers laugh.

Others may make them blush.

Still others may make them shut the book and wonder what, exactly, they just read.

That, too, is part of the experience.

Chrissy’s imagination does not always concern itself with respectability.

Sometimes it wants romance.

Sometimes affection.

Sometimes danger.

Sometimes surrender.

Sometimes something so outrageous that only fiction could contain it.

And beneath all of that is perhaps the oldest fantasy of all:

to step outside the limits of the self.

To become more beautiful, more feminine, more desirable, more fearless, more shameless, more alive.

To walk through a door reality keeps locked.

Even if only for a few pages.

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My favorite time of year is almost upon us i love Halloween all the best horror movies come out around this time i asked ai to make me the ******** of the dark and this is the result

Chocolate
Chanel
Charme
No harm...
No harmony
To the World...
I decided
Too late,
Last chance
Pills and patches
Breast
Wishes
Romance
By the river
Chocolate of lips
I do know
It will be a miss
You'll not come
So I'll leave
Leave with no any wait
With no glance...
My last time to waste
Tres bon chance...

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OH my goodness I fell asleep and missed everything... I think... didn't I ???... anyway I'm off to sleep again lol love you all sisters and admirers . your all so beautiful and you all mean the world to me... stay safe and warm and happy

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Had to dress up tonight because I missed yesterday and the day before... I hope you like them ... I've even been practicing my makeup and I'm actually loving the dual colour eyeshadow... again no foundation and no concealer.. what you see is what you get lol.. love you all to absolute pieces your all absolutely beautiful and your my family..we are worth it.... goodnight sisters and admirers.

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Pinky thoughts

I never thought
I'm a pink girl
I never tried
Indeed
To wear anything
Of pink
That suits me
Calm and deep.

I never thought
To understand
Why I am not
With man...
Not ever single
One to stand
By me
I don't pretend...

When I am asked
For one night stand
I tell them simple yes
But add so sharply
Not at once
Another day must end.

No one accepted
Yes from girl
They always saw
Just No...
I thought
Why is it so
They show
Their
Goal
...

Perhaps
I was too sharp
But few?
Or just no
Feelings
I Love You...?
Or may be
I have felt
Indeed
They know
In advance
About me
That I am pink
Pink girl
There is no chance?

Am I
So Pink?
Yes I love kiss
Long kiss from
Girl
Not men...

I never tried
To wear pink
To be a woman
With pink
Think
I never tried
At all
But always
Wanted
I confess
Seduce
For Pink Love
Fall...

I tried
I could not
Understand
The colour
Still
Not mine
But quiet
Pleasure
Being
Princess
Came silently
My mind
Are still
Protesting
I am not...
Am I a pinky girl?
But waves of pleasure
Quiet roll
Calms hidden lusty call...

My mind
And Body
Lost apart
My Soul
Is not pink
Pink skirt
Pink blazer
No pink pants
Pink lipstick
Ohh shy miss...

miss sissy shauna hatcher

Test

My Soul trapped
Between the wall
And prohibition sign
Is wondering
Where to go...
To that in tunnel
Light???

What if it is
Just a light of lamp
Or car
Or lit for pray...?
What if
it is just in my mind
That I should not obey...

My body trapped
By estrogen
With tiny frenchy breasts
That are so sensitive
To touch
Despite I am still dressed

My legs a trapped
In heels and tights
The only way to move
Into the tunnel
With no lights
To live
To stay in mood.

Don't touch me
I am not a Doll -
Fist Aiders
Freindly toy
My heart
Is cold
It bits with joy
With Joy of getting old
Make up
Or lipstic
Just old shoes
Old bag
And no return

I am still trapped
I am confused
By time
That passed
That's gone

Gone so unstoppable
So wrong
But who could
Change its course?
If I was young
Again
I'd choose
My estrogen
To fall?
To stay as cold
As I could be
Not waisting
Tears
Hearts...
My tiny breasts
Nobody'd seen
Why that become a must?
Why I was hiding
From my Love
Why feared
To crash
..?
No trusting
Hiding hands in gloves
And lips from kisses taste.
Why I am different
From girls
Who felt
Being pregnant fast
They never wanted
Have a kid
I dreamt
And I was last..

Last in the order
Waiting list?
High estrogen
Served first...
My heart is broken
That Love
True Love
Nobody
Was...
Was ever interested
Meet
Misled by estrogen.
My heart was never
Cold indeed..

You've failed test
My test...

"AI can make mistakes" this is meant to be me feminised!! I wish lol

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Lust
Any More

I'm chained
For night
To Wall of Wishes
The Orange wall
Of cold sharp bricks
I'm chained
Alone
You have thrown
Forever in my heart
That nick...

Among my dreams
Among my Wishes
I am undressing
Under Moon
Alone Wolfess
Talks to Owl
And cry all night
Just to herself
Just to the wall
The feelings chain
The heart with hole
The wound
Not healing
Though it might
The silence,
Coldness
Clear mind,
Sharp stunning cry
Of Wolfess in the night...
"I am still here
I'm alright..."

Old song of Love
So frightening
For sheeps
Old words
Of loosing trust
To creatures...
You left me
Cowardly
And she...
Undressed
So happy
Plays with you
With lust
With lie
Without promise
Without
Any " I love you..."
Just stealing
Kisses
Nights
And years....
Without need...
Why I am forever
remembering just only you?
Still
In my nights
Why?
Is it spell?
To make me feeling
Wall and chains so well
To make me
Loving dog...?
Again..?
No way...

Is it what I am bound for?
I could not get it any more...

Told her "take your anger out on me." She misunderstood, still not complaining tho

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Not your regular ********

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Hey gorgeous girls and sexy admirers x been away for a bit for work but bk now so tell me what i have missed #sexy #stockings

Okay here's a Mish mash of pics I found and I'm not sure if I posted them already lolol... hope everyone is having a great day.. I'm still dying..... but I will always love you.... You're all the absolute best

Talk to the trees

I used to talk
To flowers
And trees
I was just told
The way of real Miss
Be shy
Be silent
Look away
Hide your desires
Whole day...
And after lonely
And cold night
Meet early morning
With sun light...
Talk to your tree
Tell Love you never felt
And leaves
Are messages
So elegantly sent...
You heart will know meaning
Almost straight
Be shy
Be silent
Never mind...

As promised, here are a few more from yesterday.

Ready ********…x

I miss the sunshine! So beautiful! Sweet!

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Never understood why everyone online seems to insist on using Zangi? Am I missing something?

I’ve just got back off my holiday with friends, I have so missed you all, our chat, our intimacy and my darlings my clothes, my lingerie, hair , makeup and desires.
Finally I am dressed the way I want to be, sharing what I want to share with the girls I adore and want to be with.
Missed you all xx

The Pink Satin Shift

At sixty-five, I had long since stopped pretending that my wardrobe was entirely conventional.
I was a chunky, mature man with a generous beer belly, broad middle and the sort of five-o'clock-shadow beard that seemed to appear before lunchtime. Crossdressing wasn't something I had suddenly discovered in later life. It was simply something I enjoyed, and over the years I had become quite comfortable wearing feminine clothes whenever the mood took me.
That morning, however, I hadn't intended to dress up at all.
I was volunteering at the charity shop.
After making myself a cup of tea, I started sorting through the mountain of donation bags that had accumulated in the back room. Clothes were everywhere: coats, jumpers, trousers, dresses and blouses, all waiting to be inspected, priced and put onto the rails.
Then I found it.
Pink satin.
I pulled the garment from the bag and watched the fabric catch the light.
It was magnificent.
The blouse had enormous sleeves, gathered cuffs and an almost comically large collar. Buttons ran down the front. Beneath it was a matching long skirt, cut generously enough to accommodate a substantial middle.
I held the pieces against myself.
The pink satin looked particularly striking against my greyish five-o'clock shadow.
I grinned.
"Oh, that's going to be difficult to put on the rail."
I knew myself too well.
A few minutes later I was standing in front of the changing-room mirror.
The outfit fitted surprisingly well.
The satin blouse stretched comfortably across my ample belly, while the long skirt fell almost to my ankles. The enormous collar sat around my neck, making my face and beard look even more conspicuously masculine by contrast.
I turned sideways.
There was absolutely no disguising my shape.
My belly was still there.
My stocky shoulders were still there.
My beard was still there.
I was unmistakably a sixty-five-year-old man.
But I was also wearing an extravagant pink satin outfit.
And I rather liked the sight.
I smoothed the satin over my stomach and laughed quietly.
"Well, you're certainly not going to blend into the background today."
I decided to wear it for my shift.
When I walked out onto the shop floor, one of the other volunteers looked up from arranging a display.
She paused.
Then she smiled.
"That's rather fabulous."
"I found it in the donations."
"You didn't put it on the rail?"
"I thought I'd test it first."
We both laughed.
And that was that.
The shop opened.
Customers began arriving.
I stood behind the till with my beard, chunky frame and very obvious beer belly wrapped in shimmering pink satin, and somehow it felt completely natural.
The outfit swished around my ankles whenever I moved.
The sleeves puffed dramatically whenever I reached for the scanner.
And every time I leaned across the counter, the satin caught the overhead lights and produced a bright, unmistakable sheen.
I noticed people looking.
Nobody seemed particularly bothered.
One woman smiled and said, "I love your blouse."
"Thank you," I replied. "It's a charity-shop discovery."
She laughed.
"Of course it is."
I carried on serving her.
There was something wonderfully ordinary about the whole situation. The till beeped. Customers queued. Donations arrived. Someone asked where the handbags were. Someone else wanted Gift Aid information.
And there I was, doing exactly what I normally did, except that I was doing it in head-to-toe pink satin.
My reflection occasionally appeared in the glass beside the till.
Every time I saw it, I smiled.
The pink satin exaggerated everything about me rather than hiding it. My round belly gave the blouse a wonderfully full shape. My beard remained plainly visible beneath that enormous collar. My mature face looked completely at odds with the sugary pink fabric.
And somehow that was precisely what I enjoyed.
I wasn't trying to look twenty-five.
I wasn't trying to pretend to be someone else.
I was simply a sixty-five-year-old man who enjoyed crossdressing and happened to have discovered an absolutely glorious vintage-looking satin outfit in a donation bag.
By the afternoon, I'd completely settled into it.
A regular customer came to the till with several books.
"You're looking very cheerful today."
"I've discovered pink satin," I told him.
He looked me up and down.
"Clearly."
We both laughed.
When closing time finally arrived, I stood behind the till while the last customer left.
The shop became quiet.
I looked down at myself.
Pink satin.
Huge collar.
Long skirt.
Chunky mature body.
Beer belly.
Five-o'clock shadow.
Sixty-five years old.
I shook my head and smiled.
I couldn't put it out on the racks for sale.
I rang up the price and put the money in the till.
What had started as a donation waiting to be sorted had become the outfit I'd worn for an entire shift.
And as I carefully folded the satin that evening, I found myself wondering what other treasures might be hiding in tomorrow's donation bags.

Good morning all you beautiful ladies, these are old pictures because I haven’t been alone in so long and I really miss being Patti, I hope all of you are having an amazing day especially if you are dressed