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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

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

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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

🌸 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

Morning everyone Just love wearing this dress with silky smooth stockings

Hey girly babes… I’ve got a little lingerie confession 😈 I love slipping into silky panties and bras and letting my girly side take over. It turns me on, makes me feel powerful, soft, and deliciously naughty. Now I’m thinking of going shopping for lingerie — in person, for myself, no shame, no excuses. Have you ever done that? What’s the sexiest piece you’ve bought just for you? Spill the tea, I need courage… and maybe a little inspiration 💋

Vacuuming is perhaps the easiest chore, until you add platform heels.. Sulis Silks camiknicker is a nouveau vintage guilty pleasure. Know nothing of the company except they totally let me customize the silk romper to add surrender clips at a reasonable price compared to the whole. Need to get me more and in different colors! #silk #lingerie #camiknicker #romper #maid

Well it’s early but it’s been a long day. Think I should slip into my silky bed.

Hi, Sophie is about to put on my silky pink frilly knickers, anyone want to chat and help me get dressed up and have some sexy kinky fun together 😉😘❤️

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

👀 Evening all 😘 hows your day been? Miserable weather in Manchester, an evening of chores then chill after a busy day at work 😤 at least im showered, shaven and silky smooth, in my favourite nude 20ds and little denim number 👠👗 got to have them comfy slip ons aswell 🥰💋

I absolutely love my green dress! The soft silk with the built in hooped petticoat makes me rock hard! 💗🍆💦

Hi everyone, i love laying here, running my satin covered girly hands all over my silky pink dress and slutty fishnet stockings, reading all the sexy, kinky messages and comnents people say about me, PLEASE message me your naughty thoughts😉😘❤️

Love this dress very silky feel xx

I don't know what it is by looking at this old victorian dress! Looking at the soft silk just makes me so hard and wet! 🍆💦

Awww my dears i really ache to feel and wear these beautiful vintage dresses! To feel the soft silk would be a dream! I absolutely love how they dressed from neck to toe!💗💗💗🍆 mmmmm

Frilly, silky,pink knickers and pink heels, lets have some girly fun, feel free to message me😉😘❤️

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Time to put my pink frilly silky knickers on, they make me feel so girly 😘😉

Im just relaxing in my huge bridesmaid dress! Sitting down feeling the silk against my chest and gently caressing the huge skirts! Such a beautiful sound! 💗💗🍆

I present, androgynously, my black silk accordion pleated midi skirt, which is complemented by a James Bond themed Gun Barrel effect T-shirt, clip-on Crystal Silver Rhinestone Earrings and an analogue bracelet Wristwatch:

Looking at this old photo trying not to cum! Imagining how beautiful the dress must have felt with all that soft silk taffeta! The enormous full skirt makes me so hard and wet! Mmmmm 🍆💦

Love that I can walk around in a pink silky thong at home 😘

My new black skirt. I had wear it last night. I love it. Black skirt, black pantyhose and black heels with silky white blouse my favorite. Red lipstick and light blue eyeshadow.

🌼 🌷 🌺💄 As i lay down to rest. Legs squirming and palms of sweat. Pulsing skin of black silk burlesque. The night ends soon i think not yet. Time sets still though we've both just met. Limbs tied up in dark fishnet. Screams fill the halls, but with no regret. 💋 🌻🌹🌸

Awwww its heaven wearing this beautiful dress again! Feeling the soft silk and the petticoats rubbing Against my legs is a dream 😍🍆

Ready to go out. With my silky grey pantyhose and black heels.

Love nylon dresses, so silky and see through 😈😈😈

Awwwww how i miss wearing this vintage Victorian dress! It was made of beautiful silk taffeta and i wore a huge hoopskirt and embroidered Victorian style petticoat underneath! 😍

I love having my silky pink frilly knickers over my girly clit😉😘❤️

You are smooth as silk!

Hi, i love my tight baby pink satin dress and silky black stockings, hope you do too!! X

I’ve got a lovely new bralette. Made of pure silk. A black one and a white one… depending if I’m feeling virginal or not 😘

Sheer silk tights and black panties mmmmm

How are all my girl friends? Having fun today. I found a couple of photos from a favorite outfit of mine that my wife gave me, two years ago. Really shows off my figure and is such a silky fabric. No Breast forms, all me. I have worn this sporty item out several times jogging. Just love wearing it with one of my favorite sports bras --- I was playing a bit with Photoshop and added three color blends, besides the original. Tell me which one you like the most? --- News I am getting highlights in my hair in my next visit to the stylist in two days. I will be posting a few ballet photos soon. 💞

Things have never felt so silky.. can recommend ‘glamoury’ stockings

J’adore porter des collants soyeux et doux au toucher Excellent week-end à toutes 🫶🙏 I love wearing silky tights and soft to the touch Excellent weekend to all 🫶

Hi, does anyone want to lick my silky pink knickers clean for me? 😉😘xx

Hello everyone - Still inside today - but did go cross country skiing outside a bit yesterday. Lots of snow here but soon it will be melting away. I just love wearing my silky lounge dress. Dawn

Do you know my favourite bit of feminine attire has to be hosiery. Tights, stockings, pop sox.... I don't own any proper socks. Enen my thick blood socks are just 100 denier knee highs. And I love them all. I don't think I could choose between tights or stockings if I tried. Sometimes the wanna be silky and sexy, sometimes soft and snug. I truly am a fanatic 😊 xxx

Good morning all! Hope you all have a lovely day! 🥰 love this silky red dress and stockings 😍💋x

Good afternoon everyone. Hope Sunday is sweet and silky for you. Just like me 😊💋💋💋

New Ice silk panties from temu cheap colourful and a six pack. Very pretty and comfortable on.

Got away with it again,silky and damp..

Good evening ladies, this was meant to be last nights post but I couldn’t find my skirt 😉🤔😂 I am absolutely LOVING this cute silky blouse, I feel like Gerri in this, what a great feeling xx