Hello girls, even though I’m a boy I love wearing my pink girly bras and panties, and play with men’s parts 😂🩷. Is there anyone else who feels the same way? 🩷

Well, lets start with FATE HATES ME. I went to visit my Dad. He lives close by so I just put a dress on my sport bra and stings. What can go wrong….? I brought donats and Dad asked me to prepare sodas. He is using sodastream. I had a choice with the syrups Pepsi or Tonic. Fate hates me, so I chose tonic. I always know it, I always remember that the tonic syrup (and only tonic) always makes the fountain unless the bottle is closed instantly. Today is Friday, I was waiting for the weekend and drinks back at home… and forgot. Everything, I mean everything on me was wet (I was trying not to flood the entire kitchen so took all the load on me – somebody may say it’s sexy other can add it’s a turn on and I will not argue that 😊, but I was soaked wet at my father’s..). I sweared like a sailor and He came to see what happened, saw me all wet and said take it all off……… I run to the bathroom, no problem with bra, but panties. I did something that will haunt me for the rest of my life…. Found some in the dirt basket. Not mine. I was fighting for my life, please understand…. :) And survived! Have a great weekend! Picture is here just to underline that Fate hates me.

Wearing scented and very full scented panties in bed. Love company xxxx

Here's some pics of me playing in the garage, almost got busted once, I was so scared, someone came out into the garage to put something in the recycle bin, I ducked down behind the car, wearing a dress and panties, luckily they went back in, I quickly took the dress off and put my pants on and went in the house and said, hello.

Relaxing day, just sitting out the back, wearing a short black skirt, fake tits, and a see thru top, oh and crotchless panties, love the breeze lifting my skirt.

I just got 2 pair of panties that my friend sent me… cant wait to try them on! 🥰❤️

Nice and tight panties

Girlie needs first that made seek out the panties and thongs from like 4 th grade! My older sisters gave me heels and panties and everything so amazing!!!!!!

Love these panties

Love these panties

cdlpanties showing too much for me

Wife asleep, Patti came out for a minute, I love this pink dress, I haven’t worn it in a while. Not much Patti time here lately , it suck not having Patti time because it hard to keep her inside, I do wear panties and sometimes lingerie under my clothes, I hope everybody has girly time too enjoy being who you really are, love you all Patti

Laid in my friends bed this morning in my girly panties and he starts touching me what do i do now

Woke up this morning feeling fine, little pair of panties on my mind....👙❤️

Which panties u like the most? Which one should i wear? 🥰😍❤️

Heellooou guys! Anyone wanna choose which panties should I put on right now?

Morning ladies and friends bit wet looks like bra and panties day

Just ordered me some new panties. It's been a while since I've ordered some new ones!

Does my bum look big in these panties lol xx

I have a little story to share with y'all... Back when I was a teenager, and when I'd be hanging out at my sisters. When she would be getting rid of clothes she didn't want anymore. I would sneak around while she wouldn't be looking to get all of the bras and underwear she would toss out. I would come home with 7 or 8(maybe more) bras and 15 or 16(maybe more) pairs of panties. I loved sneaking around when my sister wasnt looking and taking bras and underwear she would toss out. It was such a liberating feeling. I used to wear them to school under my clothes. I kept it hidden and didn't tell any of my classmates. I was so happy when I was doing that and wearing things that made me feel truly happy and most importantly, true to myself....

My Christmas story continued: He had me get on my hands and knees and stick my ass up into the air. Santa got on his knees behind me and straddled my backside. He lifted up my lingerie nighty, pulled down my lace panties, then spread my buttcheeks to expose my tight, pink little hole. Santa didn't need lube, he was magical after all, as he entered me his dick got wet and slippery so that it moved freely into my rectum with no pain. He thrusted it rhythmically, gyrating...in and out..in and out..in and out...in...in...in...getting deeper each time. It was so big, it hit all my nerve endings and my p-spot giving me the coveted ass orgasm....while my dick got turned on and big, too....cum dripping from it... "Ho...ho....ho..." Santa moaned in pure ecstasy as my sphincter and buttcheeks squeezed his cock. His man meat swelled, throbbed....then....BOOM! Like a volcano or bazooka it exploded and shot four squirts of his semen, his sperm, his DNA into my anal cavity. I could feel it as it wet my insides and got sticky. "Ho, ho, ho, hooooo!!!!!!!!!!" Santa yelled with enjoyment. And he slapped my ass just for fun. Meanwhile, I had also cum and got my panties soaked and sticky, some dripping on to the floor in front of me. Santa stayed inside and on top of me for a minute or two while he caught his breath, then he pulled his awesome magical cock out of my hole, and I heard a "pop!" and wush sound of air escaping. I didn't see it, but Santa then zipped his pants back up and buckled his belt. I got off my knees and stood up, fixing my panties and my nightgown, and turned to face Santa. "Here," Santa said reaching into his bag, "I have a gift for you." He pulled out a card. Later I would discover it is a winning Lotto ticket with the award being in the millions of dollars. "Now you are back on my nice list," he added. "And I'll be visiting you more frequently." As he flew off on his sleigh led by his reindeer, I could hear him yell, "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas to all! And to all a good night! And Chrissy is a great fuck!" More: #sissy #femboy #transgender #gurl #sissyboy #tgirl #CD #crossdresser #crossdressing #transgirl #transwoman #adultcontent #nsfw

New cute crutchless panties 💗

So, my aunt lives in the forest. She asked me to help her cleaning the roof of leaves and needles. As today was a cold but sunny day, I though wearing nice panties on the root is a good idea. I took g-string, the same I am wearing on the attached picture (To avoid all questions concerning the picture: Under my regular cloth I was wearing just g-string. No heels, stockings etc. I would love to do the work all dressed up, but as I mentioned yesterday – We have really cold November). The problem was, that this time the roof was really wet and slippery. At one point a was really on the verge of falling down. In that instant moment, the millisecond I thought that the doctors in the Hospital will be so excited with my sexy panties and……. It turned me on. I didn’t fall. The obvious moral of this story is….. it is so curious how the human brain works…….. Good evening Everybody.

I stole these panties and bra from an ex-coworker

Yellow dress and pink panties, all by myself

New panties 💗

I was 18 curious to know what my sisters sexy panties felt like and her silk panties felt amazing and instantly aroused and hooked 😍

I dream of safely leaving the house dressed up, especially if a stranger finds out about me and it excited them. I dressed as snow white one Halloween "for a laugh" and went to a party where a couple of men I knew " jokingly" groped my butt and legs and I fell down a rabbit hole and I never got out, Iwonder if they were as aware of my growing lump in my panties as I was of there's in rheir jeans, Iand still love to be groped 😅😻

Panties, dm for plug.

I want to go out with someone and strip down to town in only our liengere or sexy bras and panties with fishnet leggings and heels and go to a club and public space and hang out together dressed that way around friends go take some sexy pics together and go out together dressed in lingerie. It would be fun to wear this to town with someone joining in as well.

Anyone want to go strip down to only their liengere or sexy bras and panties with fishnet leggings and heels and go to town and hang out together dressed that way around friends go take some sexy pics together

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

Taking a few pictures of my school girl uniform, new pink panties and short white skirt.

Hi all xx todays choice of work panties, do you approve? Xx

Think i might just wear these panties tomorrow..

Panties for today under work clothes, probably not these tights though❤️

Mmmm my wifes red panties

Mmmm my wife red panties 😜

Mmm i love panties 😍

I like this dress, I have new pink panties under it

Little about me. Im CountryFox. I'm exhibitionist that only wears liengere or sexy bras and panties with fishnet leggings and heels everywhere even in public and around friends. I love taking pics and showing everyone

Everybody is sleeping and I'm sneaking around in a dress and panties

I do enjoy seeing a nice bulge in a pair of panties 😍

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

My story on how cross dressing helped me discover my true identity. It all started when I was maybe 13 or 14 years old. I would see my mom or sister throwing out clothes they didn't wear anymore. Like anyone in that situation, I snuck out what I wanted and hid them in the bottom of my closet. Then when I'd go over to my sisters and catch her throwing out clothes and such, I'd sneak around getting what I wanted. I would be at my sisters and somehow manage to take 15 pairs of panties and a few bras I wanted. Later on, I started questioning my own gender identity. There were often times I'd try to hide or suppress who I really was inside out of fear. That fear was mainly driven by what society may think. I'm glad cross dressing has helped me come to realize later on, that I'm a trans woman. It's been the cross dressing community over the years via MeWe which has shown mea lot of love and support. So I'm glad to have gotten my start in this path through cross dressing!

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

Threw in a plug and some panties tonight.

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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.

I got stood up tonight. I shaved my whole body smooth, got very fem, then my date failed to show and ghosted me. I'm lonely and sad right now. Cheer me up? 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