I'd like to tell you about color types. This is quite useful information, and I'll tell you right away, not all women have even heard of it. They rely more on their intuition and the fact that they are naturally better at distinguishing colors, simply because they have more color cones in their eyes. So, your color type is the sum of all the color shades you inherited from your parents' genes. This includes your hair color, eye color, lip color, and skin color. Therefore, some colors will suit you and enhance your appearance, while others will be completely unsuitable and will detract from your appearance. This knowledge is usually reserved for professional stylists who will help you find the most flattering look for a fee, but you can learn this too, absolutely free. A brief overview to understand how the color typing system works. Conventionally, people are divided into four basic types based on the combination of color tones in their appearance: winter, spring, summer, and autumn. But since these four types are rarely found in their pure form, the system was expanded. Three subtypes were added to each basic type. For example, if you are an Autumn color type, you might be a Soft Autumn, Warm Autumn, or Dark Autumn. Each subtype has its own set of colors that will most flatter your appearance. And now, the most important thing is how to determine your color type? Previously, you had to read a lot of books and take courses, but now a simple program makes everything easier. Here's a link to it: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.standysoftware.colorstyle&hl=en_AU Just take a photo of your face in good lighting, and the algorithm will determine your color type and provide recommendations on what hair color, clothing colors, and makeup colors would suit you. It's very convenient. I've previously posted a link to this program, but I didn't provide such a detailed explanation then. Also, to understand how color theory works and how to choose clothes, you can watch this video: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/zzocCWiPbjs Learning how to use the Itten color wheel would be helpful, but not required. 🙂 I hope this was helpful 😘

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.

The fact that sony is now demanding license verification for digital game bought on the Playstation store is the main reason why i support owning physical copies but because the ps5 is so expansive i got the portal so i can play ps5 games the downside is i have had to go digital with my purchases. Sony states that license verification is a way to combat refund scams nah bro i bought the game i own it plain and simple sony needs to find a way to combat that issue without punishing the consumer because on the real thats a them problem not a consumer problem

Simple and loving and always happy

Got my new shoes today. Tried them on with fashion tights and simple black dress-and had to do some upskirts of me just to be fair to those others that I like posting

Simple and comfortable outfit for a quiet night in.

Just me, simple and I accept any comments, good or bad.

Why Oh Why do People NOT Read Profiles. NO MALE ADMIRERS, Its Quite Simple. Corny messages like "Hi Sexy, Wanna F**k, suck my C**k, Etc Etc Just do nothing for me. I have received a number of messages of this type recently and I have blocked them.

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Ordinary semi-sheer black tights 🥰 essential item in any woman's wardrobe. so simple, so stylish, soooo comfortable to wear! could stay in them all day!

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A simple white t-shirt and gray plaid pants are a winning combination for a modern and relaxed look.​ I really Like this outfit. 🥰❤️ What is your favorite piece of clothing to achieve maximum comfort without sacrificing style? 🤔

Heres a nice and simple dress and honestly it kinda reminds me of like a salon worker dress but I still like it, nothing wrong with simple

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I never thought a simple late-night scroll on Temu would change how I saw myself in the mirror. My hands were shaking a little when I clicked "Buy Now" on that dress. The listing was a chaotic poem of keywords: Black Satin Fairy Vintage Sweet Dress Mesh Long Lace... Hollow Out Puff Sleeve Floral... Off Shoulder Fairy Princess Long Satin Mesh Gothic Lady Ruffle. It was everything at once — sweet, dark, romantic, dramatic — and somehow it felt like it had been waiting for me. I'm sixty-four. Short. Heavy. The kind of body the world politely looks past. For most of my life I kept the part of me that loved beautiful, flowing things locked away in a mental attic. But the older I get, the less patience I have for hiding. The package arrived on a grey Tuesday afternoon. I signed for it quickly, heart thumping like a teenager sneaking something forbidden. I carried the brown box upstairs like it contained state secrets, locked the bedroom door, and tore into it. Inside lay folds of deep black satin that caught the lamplight like liquid night. Delicate mesh panels shimmered with tiny floral embroidery. The puff sleeves were ridiculously romantic — exaggerated, dreamy, almost cartoonishly glamorous. Lace spilled from every edge. The off-shoulder neckline promised to bare collarbones I usually keep hidden under sensible jumpers. I stripped down, stood in front of the full-length mirror in just my underwear, and stepped into the dress. The satin whispered against my legs as I pulled it up. It was surprisingly forgiving — stretchy in the right places, structured in others. I wriggled my arms through those massive puff sleeves; they ballooned around my upper arms like dark fairy wings. I tugged the bodice into place, smoothed the ruffled layers over my stomach, and finally reached back to zip it (with some creative contortions and a coat hanger as backup). Then I looked up. And I stopped breathing for a second. The woman — no, the creature — staring back wasn't sixty-four. She wasn't short and soft and ordinary. She was a midnight fairy queen who had wandered out of some gothic storybook and decided to be indulgent today. The black satin hugged and draped in ways that turned every curve into intention. The hollow-out lace panels teased just enough skin to feel dangerous. Those enormous puff sleeves framed me like I belonged on a velvet throne instead of a suburban bedroom carpet. I turned sideways. The long skirt flared dramatically, the mesh overlay catching light like spiderwebs covered in frost. I twirled — actually twirled — and watched the layers float outward in perfect slow motion, the ruffles whispering secrets to each other. For once, the mirror wasn't my enemy. It was showing me something true. I hadn't planned to go anywhere. But suddenly I needed to feel this outside these four walls. I threw on a long black coat (practicality dies hard), slipped my feet into the only pair of low heels I own that almost match, draped a soft scarf over my wig to hide the fact I hadn't styled it yet, and stepped out into the January dusk. The cold air hit my bare shoulders like a slap and a caress at the same time. I walked to the end of the street and back — only fifteen minutes — but every step felt like gliding. The satin moved against my thighs. The sleeves swayed. A neighbour's security light caught me as I passed; for a heartbeat I was illuminated, black lace and floral shadows glowing against the night. No one stopped me. No one shouted. A dog walker nodded politely like I was simply another eccentric on an evening stroll. When I got home, I locked the door, dropped the coat on the floor, and stood in front of the mirror again — this time under brighter light, no scarf, no hiding. Here’s the thing about that dress: it doesn’t care that I’m sixty-four, or that I carry extra weight, or that my hands are rough from decades of practical work. It simply drapes itself over me and says, You are allowed to be this glamorous. You are allowed to be this much. I smiled at my reflection — a real smile, not the careful half-one I usually wear. Then I whispered to the woman in the mirror, the one who finally looked like she belonged in a fairy tale: "Thank you for coming out to play, love. We’re keeping the dress."

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This outfit may be the simplest but I definitely like it. Comfort is what counts, and these leggings and hoodie are so comfortable. 😁

It's really interesting how something so simple can look so great... I love this red dress and black stockings... it makes me feel very feminine and I like it :)

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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 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

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

Here’s a story close to me: Trans Girl Next Door. David meets Sophia, his neighbor, and what begins as simple curiosity grows into something far more intense - about love, courage, and hidden desires.🌈

Good morning everyone. You know sometimes it's the simplest things that make me smile. Like this morning opening a fresh pair of pop sox. I'll never get tired of sheer nylon 😊 xxx

Letting someone wear what feels right to them is the simplest form of respect.

Hello all my BBFs and BGFs and transgender friends. Here is my Spring Dress as requested by some of you a while back. Just love this look. So relaxed and so simple. I took over 30 photos in this photo shoot - Tell me if there are specific poises you might like? (Front, Back, Seated, revealing, etc) I felt so free and had kind of a whimsical feeling while I was wearing this dress. yes, I guess I often feel fairy like. Comments please? 🥰

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Tonite's fit - Simple sleeveless LBD with a chiffon tie-front bolero xx 💋

OK then, new daily poll. Simple one today but just for fun 😁. If you were going to get a tattoo and it had to relate to your *ahem* hobby, would you chose..... 🤔

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If anyone sends a friend request, please at least have a profile picture and a description of who you are. I know we all have to start somewhere but I will not reply or accept anyone who can't be bothered to do the simplest things. Thank you 💕

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🩷( NO Ai, No Photoshop, No Face app, No Fake Pictures, What you see is me and mine, pure and simple xx )🩷 My Profile ( Below) UK GB Derby Click on 'Read more' below UK GB Lingerie CD I love Smooth Shaven Slim CDs in Lingerie Stockings, Suspenders, Bodystockings, Crotchless Tights, Basques, Sheer Thongs and of course Stilettos. Particularly like the Tarty Slut look. Also love Fancy Dress and Cosplay outfits Got loads of Naughty pics available. Got 4 Groups --Fancy Dress / Cosplay --CD Stories --Polls --CD Questions & CD Answers All worth joining and good fun. Any really personal stuff, just ASK.. Age 55 Hight 5'5" Weight 9.5 Stone Length 6" max 😉 ________________________ Any of the Stuff below does not mean I won't talk with you or be friendly.... (Pet CD Hates....) Hairy including Beards - See Selfish CD Non CDs - See Selfish CD Curious Men - (See Selfish CD) BDSM and Money Touts Ai & Fake Profiles, Fake Faces, Airbrushing (Photo Tips) Don't photo your Fat Ass or Belly. Don't Photo you Panties surrounded by Hairs. Don't Photo you Dirty Unwashed Ass. Have a Shave and a Wash Check the Dirty mess in the background of your photo. (((....Nobody especially me wants to see any of these...))) Wear Tights under your Stockings and Suspenders to hide any leg hairs. Don't ask me to be a Friend or for pics or personal stuff if you have a blank profile. Please send any Naughty Stories into the CD Stories Group or email them to smoothandveryjuicy@yahoo.co.uk

🩷( NO Ai, No Photoshop, No Face app, No Fake Pictures, What you see is me and mine, pure and simple xx )🩷 My Profile ( Below) UK GB Derby Click on 'Read more' below UK GB Lingerie CD I love Smooth Shaven Slim CDs in Lingerie Stockings, Suspenders, Bodystockings, Crotchless Tights, Basques, Sheer Thongs and of course Stilettos. Particularly like the Tarty Slut look. Also love Fancy Dress and Cosplay outfits Got loads of Naughty pics available. Got 4 Groups --Fancy Dress / Cosplay --CD Stories --Polls --CD Questions & CD Answers All worth joining and good fun. Any really personal stuff, just ASK.. Age 55 Hight 5'5" Weight 9.5 Stone Length 6" max 😉 ________________________ Any of the Stuff below does not mean I won't talk with you or be friendly.... (Pet CD Hates....) Hairy including Beards - See Selfish CD Non CDs - See Selfish CD Curious Men - (See Selfish CD) BDSM and Money Touts Ai & Fake Profiles, Fake Faces, Airbrushing (Photo Tips) Don't photo your Fat Ass or Belly. Don't Photo you Panties surrounded by Hairs. Don't Photo you Dirty Unwashed Ass. Have a Shave and a Wash Check the Dirty mess in the background of your photo. (((....Nobody especially me wants to see any of these...))) Wear Tights under your Stockings and Suspenders to hide any leg hairs. Don't ask me to be a Friend or for pics or personal stuff if you have a blank profile. Please send any Naughty Stories into the CD Stories Group or email them to smoothandveryjuicy@yahoo.co.uk

🩷( NO Ai, No Photoshop, No Face app, No Fake Pictures, What you see is me and mine, pure and simple xx )🩷 My Profile ( Below) UK GB Derby Click on 'Read more' below UK GB Lingerie CD I love Smooth Shaven Slim CDs in Lingerie Stockings, Suspenders, Bodystockings, Crotchless Tights, Basques, Sheer Thongs and of course Stilettos. Particularly like the Tarty Slut look. Also love Fancy Dress and Cosplay outfits Got loads of Naughty pics available. Got 4 Groups --Fancy Dress / Cosplay --CD Stories --Polls --CD Questions & CD Answers All worth joining and good fun. Any really personal stuff, just ASK.. Age 55 Hight 5'5" Weight 9.5 Stone Length 6" max 😉 ________________________ Any of the Stuff below does not mean I won't talk with you or be friendly.... (Pet CD Hates....) Hairy including Beards - See Selfish CD Non CDs - See Selfish CD Curious Men - (See Selfish CD) BDSM and Money Touts Ai & Fake Profiles, Fake Faces, Airbrushing (Photo Tips) Don't photo your Fat Ass or Belly. Don't Photo you Panties surrounded by Hairs. Don't Photo you Dirty Unwashed Ass. Have a Shave and a Wash Check the Dirty mess in the background of your photo. (((....Nobody especially me wants to see any of these...))) Wear Tights under your Stockings and Suspenders to hide any leg hairs. Don't ask me to be a Friend or for pics or personal stuff if you have a blank profile. Please send any Naughty Stories into the CD Stories Group or email them to smoothandveryjuicy@yahoo.co.uk