Yes, this charity shop used to be a dispensing chemists, how can you tell?

I met him on January 26th at a trucker's bar and invited him home on the condition that we take some photos. He agreed, but I didn't want his face shown. Then he left, but he promised to come back. I miss him and I'm waiting. Happy weekend, sisters , and may you always have someone by your side.

Well, another scammer, this time s_k_y ...

" Hello sissy sub, how are you ?? I'm ******* Amber by name."
[my guess is that ******** is something between a mister and a mattress]
3 hours ago
"EXCUSE ME - I'm NOT a "sissy", thank you very much, never have been, never will be, if you'd the inteligence and diligence enough to read and understand my profile you'd have left me alone, and the last thing i want is some fat, sweaty bloke in a Nigerian internet cafe with stolen pictures getting in touch. Piss off."

I wonder how long it'll take to block me? 10... 9... 8...

Hey sissies slaves a d sluts ......pls with the ******** come on

Play with me!!!!!!
The ********. Needs to be played with lol

The ******** drowing my sorrows

does any of you other ladies feel you are getting more submissive the more you dress

Video survivalence II ...

Could anybody please advise good employment layer working in cases of discrimination by the fact of my fluid orientation in the UK? I have lost job in my profession and I suspect a real reason for it was some video survivalence at work place involved in my dismissal due to fact that I have not made my transition public yet and never really had option for. I would be very grateful for any advice regarding the layer.

Hello, my dear sisters, I want to tell you how I chose a wig for myself. It's great for those who have the opportunity to grow their hair out and then style it like a woman, but not so great for those who, for whatever reason, can't. Then comes the need to choose a wig. And then comes the problem of choice: different hairstyles, different colors, different trends, and our own ideas of beauty. How can I choose without making a mistake, so that it suits me and makes me look beautiful? At first, I chose the simplest method:
buying wigs, trying them on, and then choosing the one that suits me. I quickly realized that this was both expensive and that not
every hairstyle and hair color would suit me. I wasn't brave or confident enough to go to the store and try on all the wigs to choose the one that suits me. So, I decided to take a scientific approach and began researching various information. I hope what I learned will help you. The first thing I learned was that everyone has their own face shape, and for one face shape, a hairstyle will suit and visually enhance the look, while for another face shape, the same hairstyle will be categorically unsuitable and, conversely, will only worsen the visual perception. So I started searching, typing into Google "how to determine your face shape," and began researching. It turns out there are six face shapes, and according to other sources, seven. It's just that one shape, the diamond shape, is extremely rare and almost completely ignored.
All that remains is to figure out what your face shape is.
There are many ways to do this, from complex ones that require measuring specific parts of the face and making calculations, to the simplest. After struggling with measuring my face, I chose two simplest methods: 1) Trace my reflection in the mirror with a washable marker and determine my face shape. 2) Now, with the development of neural network algorithms,
there are many programs that let you take a selfie of your face, and the program will determine your face type. This is even easier than all the other methods.
After trying several programs and confirming that the algorithms' opinions on my face shape were consistent, I moved on to the second step, finding out which hairstyles would suit MY face shape. I started searching for information again, found the information, and wrote down the names of the hairstyles on paper, as I had no idea what they looked like. My third step was to search for all the names of hairstyles that suited me and look for photos to get an idea of ​​what these hairstyles looked like. This allowed me to eliminate some hairstyles that, while they suited me, I didn't like them. My selection criteria were medium-length hair, so I got the wig you see in the photo. I gave the others that didn't suit me as gifts to sisters like me.

A couple of links to AI facial analyzers. There are actually a lot of them, in different versions. The more you try, the more accurate they will be.

https://www.reversely.ai/face-shape-detector

https://faceshapedetector.ai/

One BUT. The next step, which I'll cover another time, is to know your skin tone. Some colors will flatter you, while others will make you look worse. This applies not only to hair color and wigs, but also to clothing, underwear, and, of course, makeup.
I hope you enjoyed this and found it helpful.

Hey yall . .I'm here looking for a submissive sissy slut or ***** to be owned and collared into the BDSM lifestyle.......also here to make all your fetish desires into your daily routine

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...

Serpent ...

I wish to know
Who I am...
A tragic
Clowness?
I do kiss
Never wishing men
But I am not Princess

You made me deeply
Think
Of Love
That
Was not...
strong
And dark...
It always strange
To feel be loved...
Too long...
Its time...
We part

I thought
What if
I change
My day
And try
All shadows
black
My hair
Getting
Pale gray
And tired
My neck...
My lips still
Shall compare men...
While bored
With your kiss

I wish I never
Met you
Please...
Forget
Forget
My poisoned kiss...


Am I too strange?
That I do wish....
Be lonely again...
I kissed you tenderly...
My kiss
Was honest once
We laid

You wish again
Another lie
Another
Paradise?

I wish you feel
I often cry
When you made
Me to try...

Yes apple's
Poisoned
As your kiss
I feel inside
Serpent...

Cold
Lonely
Unhappy
Miss

Forget
Love
Has it end...

My dreams
That keep
Mind
Paralised
You never known
Them...
I am so tired of lies.
I better be serpent...

Still on my model recap for today
Had a long stressful day

But guess what
It worth it
But something still missing inside me just finding a genuine and healthy relationship

Patti hasn’t been able to dress lately and she misses it badly but I know when I do get to dress it will feel amazing and I’ll feel like the girl that I want to be. I hope everyone is having a good and fun day, love all of you beautiful girls

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.

I miss my collection need 2 start stocking up again

Missed you my girlfriends and lovers

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.

Hey there Girls! How's y'all doing?
So I haven't been on here in a little while... I've been too busy turning 40, going on a cruise with my amazing partner and getting my own IRL Business off the ground. Exciting times!!!

I've been meaning for ages to jump back on here and keep my journey going, hopefully I can now a bit more. I've missed you! Well...some off you...maybe?

Here are a few more from my dress-sesh from last month, which seems so long ago now.
Was I on my 3rd bottle of wine here? I dunno (I'm sure I only bought two), but at this point I think I realized my bum looked pretty good in this skirt so was bending over a LOT more! Make of that what you will

Send some love or a comment if you like 'em. Hopefully I can be more active now...got some exciting things to post soon!
Much Love,
Rhiann
#crossdresser #crossdressing #miniskirt #femboy

"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!

soy tranvesti de 55a 166 cm 72 kg busco algún empresario o alguien que quiere tener en su empresa una tía de confianza y ser mi jefe en trabajo y amo en la cama, que sea mi dueño y estoy dispuesto firmar contrato laboral y a parte de sumisión por mi parte, con condiciones donde amo tenga todo poder absoluto con quién me o ser compartida o vendida alquilada, etc. como esclava
Espero ofertas serias por privado

******** is always slay

Paparazzi - I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Baby, there's no other superstar, you know that I'll be
Your papa-paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine (Yeah-ha)
Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi

I miss my long hair! I used to like doing my hair & brows when I would dress up. I used to have such beautiful long hair. Just some of the ways I'd do my hair. It'll grow back eventually.

Oh dear, how sad, never mind... Catherinejmiles appears to have looked at my profile and then blocked me, was it because i asked whose pictures they were that it was posting? Was it because i said that Telegram, Zangi were the favourites of fat, sweaty, blokes in Nigerian Internet cafes? Because i call out scammers and betwixt-misters-and-mattresses? Who knows...

Saves me the effort of blocking it... Result!

Hello guys here's my telegram I'd I'm a professional miss trans https://t.me/Tarnasharts

Hot pants promised for someone X

Been promising this outfit
FOR EVER

The next ******** or daddy sissy hunter who DM’s me will get the devil georgette response fro me

Yesterday, I was driving in skirt, panties and stockings to visit my trainer, as instructed by my Mistre ss. Really lovely feeling, skirt slightly rucked up and my panties on the seat. was lovely getting out of the car and walking to my Trainers' house, with the breeze up my skirt- Heaven

Hello, my dear sisters. I've missed you. Please welcome me back into our family.

Am being sent to a new trainer this afternoon. Mistre ss has arranged it. I am to be spanked, and caned, fingered then pegged, and suck stockinged feet. all this will be photographed and sent to Mistre ss. I will be measured for my response with a tiny tape measure given to me by Mistre ss as my clitty is not worthy of anything better.

BFG says its good to be back lol MistressDonna reported and blocked. Just another / same cis findom after your money. report and block, report and block.

#mymistress #femdom #chastity #cagedcontrol #sissyforwife #feminized #hotwife

Morning girls, it look miserable outside today X

Afternoon everyone hope you're having a great weekend after a promise of aun this morning the sky has decided to cry
Another of my new sundresses I also have it in black

Patti woke up today still wearing the silky nightgown I had on last night, wishing I had a good girl to miss me or to seduce me , Patti hopes everyone has a good sliky panties day love all of you beautiful girls

For those that missed it .....
I'm Leaving this Site... Too many issues, (Fakes, Ai Users, FaceApp) and a few Back Stabbers too... I cannot Delete my Account and many of my Pictures will NOT Delete either...... Anyone wanting me can Find me on Flickr under " smoothandveryjuicy "and those that know me can email me...
The Flickr link is on Top of my Profile Page x

Admission

One day
I will admit
All grey...
Not of the age
But after day
When I will
Say
Just
To myself...
The diamond's
Hidden
Lost it value...
No more
Attempts
To shine
Or lie.
And pale
Shade
Will suit
To venue...
Light
will be
Honest...
Simply
Mine
...

visited one of my Mistre sses last week and she had me model some stockings

I want to dress up sexy and feminine to please and be filled with love juices, yeah I want to be a submissive sissy gurl toy xxx

I really miss this site when my wife off work for a week i can't chat to other girls and i cant satisfy my urge to crossdress .
Some the girls on here look so sexy i get turned on looking at them wearing lingerie

Evening everyone my little dress up I did x done a live here some pics if you missed it x enjoy x #latexskirt #pettiskirts #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Loneliness & Betrayal

I locked
In tears...
Not for long
It is not new
At all
Whenever
Fall in love
With girl
They treat you
As a Doll...

My hands
And legs
Were
For warm Love
Not envy
Piss
Or pain...

I comb
In tears
And my heart
Still
Not absorbing
Pain...

She called
All sudden
We don't meet...
I felt just left
To waste...
I went alone
Real Miss
Don't need
Someone
For date...

I woke early
In cold bad
No kisses
Anymore

Forgive
Forgive
Forget
Forget
Yes
Yes
No
Not..

No more...

Looking for a loyal submissive that is ready to be submissive

Change of Plans...

She called
All sudden
We don't meet...
I felt just left
To wait...
I went alone
Real Miss
Don't need
Someone
For date...

My wife/******** has just put a proper ring on my finger, this means so much more than a wedding ring - I`m now her property 100% mind and body.

Wow, my oh my what a day, I`v been in chastity for months now (Only lets out for work), my wife/******** told me to ware panties and a bra today and I was punished as normal on a Sunday morning for being a slut, but this afternoon I talked back/argued with my wife/******** so she punished me again (I`v added that picture, it`s OK if it get removed), she then chose a dress and shoes for me for the rest of the day and I was ordered to make dinner - I`m feeling very subby right now - I`m so lucky. xxx dirty michelle xxx

Hi, does anyone want to play with a submissive obedient sissy, tell me what you want and I will do my best to please you, please message me and I'll be your good girl