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

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

Love these boots, by far the best thigh highs I have ever owned.

I think it's time to get some new stockings. I did have a rather large supply of Fiore stockings, but sadly lots of them have laddered, only a couple of new ones left! I did find them to be very good quality and a nice fit. better than the ones from Shein and AliX, they were just too small and one batch of fishnets almost cut of the circulation in my thighs! I do prefer stockings to holdups, just because I love the suspender belt. Well, supose it's time to shop!! 😍💋💋

Dressing to Be Seen The Act of Being Seen Every relationship has two nervous systems in dialogue. Touch, tone, scent, gaze — and appearance. To dress for the other is not submission. It is signal. It says: I am present. I am visible. I am offering coherence to the field between us. • Neurochemical effect: anticipation (dopamine), shared pleasure (oxytocin), grounding in ritual (serotonin). • Psychological effect: amplifies self through the eyes of the beloved; creates cycles of gift and reception. • Graffiti: ⚡ Being seen is not shallow. It is sacred. ________________________________________ Archetypes of Dress in Relationship • The Siren (short dress, bold cut): calls desire into the room. Plays with chase and capture. • The Oracle (flowing gowns, layers, veils): slows time, creating atmosphere of reverence. • The Trickster (unexpected combinations, clashing patterns, gender-bent outfits): destabilises expectation, awakens novelty. • The Sovereign (tailored lines, strong shoes, grounded presence): communicates stability, clarity, power. 𓂀 To choose consciously is to decide what archetype you invite into the space between you. ________________________________________ Ritual of the Mirror The mirror is not for correction. The mirror is the first witness. • Stand. Dress slowly. Watch yourself enter the role. • Observe not flaws, but signals: Does this dress invite softness? Does this jacket sharpen presence? • Let the mirror witness the archetype you are summoning before your partner ever sees it. Graffiti: 🩸 The mirror is the first lover. ________________________________________ The Exchange of Gaze When you arrive dressed — whether in thigh-highs or a plain white T-shirt — the real act is the exchange of gaze. • To be looked at with reverence releases oxytocin, lowering defences. • To be looked at with hunger ignites dopamine, sharpening attention. • To be looked at with ridicule collapses trust, burning cortisol into the archive. The choice of dress sets the conditions for which gaze is invited. ________________________________________ The Triad of Relationship Dress 1. Signal to Self — what energy am I summoning in my own nervous system? 2. Signal to Beloved — what state do I invite in theirs? 3. Signal to Field — what story does our shared appearance tell to the world? ________________________________________ Final Reflection Dressing to be seen is not frivolous. It is infrastructure. It is how nervous systems negotiate attraction, trust, play, and belonging. 🌱 To ignore it is to surrender the field to default. ⚡ To wield it consciously is to turn clothing into compass. 🩸 To be seen is to be alive.

New lingerie and sexy thigh high boots. Love it!

So hot today! My big thighs are sweating up a storm! 🥵😩

Love my thigh length boots

Today is just going to be a day in my metal chastity cage with my metal plug in my pussy and in my white thigh boots.

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What to wear with my lingerie tonight shoes or thigh boots its a hard decision 🤭

💋 Lip gloss that shines like her obedience🧷 Thigh-highs clinging to her shame🎀 A collar that says "I'm owned"💄 Blush that never fades, just like her need to please“When you're made to be seen, not heard.”Silent. Soft. Stunning. Just how Mistress likes her 💘—✨ Which one’s your favorite, princess? 💋Drop it in the comments 👇—#ObedientPrincess #SissyMoodboard #FeminizationFantasy #SissyAesthetic #SoftGirlObsession #LipGlossObedience #ThighHighDreams #CollaredCutie #MadeToPlease #BimboMood

#h💋 Lip gloss that shines like her obedience🧷 Thigh-highs clinging to her shame🎀 A collar that says "I'm owned"💄 Blush that never fades, just like her need to please“When you're made to be seen, not heard.”Silent. Soft. Stunning. Just how Mistress likes her 💘—✨ Which one’s your favorite, princess? 💋Drop it in the comments 👇—#ObedientPrincess #SissyMoodboard #FeminizationFantasy #SissyAesthetic #SoftGirlObsession #LipGlossObedience #ThighHighDreams #CollaredCutie #MadeToPlease #BimboMood #horny #video call

Feeling pretty and sexy in my new dress and thigh highs. Want to be dancing with hot sexy guys

💋 Lip gloss that shines like her obedience🧷 Thigh-highs clinging to her shame🎀 A collar that says "I'm owned"💄 Blush that never fades, just like her need to please“When you're made to be seen, not heard.”Silent. Soft. Stunning. Just how Mistress likes her 💘—✨ Which one’s your favorite, princess? 💋Drop it in the comments 👇—#ObedientPrincess #SissyMoodboard #FeminizationFantasy #SissyAesthetic #SoftGirlObsession #LipGlossObedience #ThighHighDreams #CollaredCutie #MadeToPlease #BimboMood

Anyone else find that wearing thigh highs feels incredibly sexy?

New thigh boots on order so lingerie shopping this weekend to go with them 😀

Good morning girls hope everyone ok,placed an order for some new stiletto heel thigh boots to replace old ones so looking forward to getting them soon hopefully 🤞now looking at some new lingerie to go with them 🤭

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Just finished some all over grooming with the electric razor and my balls have enough cuts on them to attract sharks and i live 40 miles from the nearest beach. My thighs look like a Jackson Pollock painting. 😵‍💫😫

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Considering posting me first photo in my pvc thigh highs what do we think should i ?

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Trying out the skinny jeans my wife brought for me...don't think I have the thighs to get away with them! 🤣

Evening girls…. Wanna put your hand on my thigh xx

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Finding nylons to fit your thighs when you work out is also rather tricky.

I love sundresses and heels with tan thigh highs normally

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Wanna see me getting dressed up ??? Thinking black tights and panties Thigh high boot high heels Black bra and a see through mesh dress ???? Hoping ive got sunmink that will fit over these huge S cup tits ive just got

Feeling confident and comfortable today in my favorite thigh-high stockings and lingerie. #Crossdressing #Confidence #LingerieLover

♦️♦️♦️STORY♦️♦️♦️ (Can We Meet for a Sample Please) A member named Jon (Not his full name) got in touch with me on here with a very simple question, Can I Sample You Please, he went on to say he has always been Curious but not a CD, he always enjoyed looking at Co cks rather that pu ssy, but he had never sampled one, he also sent a picture just incase which was very nice, he was smooth all over and around 6" Soft. It looked amazing but I don't do Gay or Curious men, but I do like to help. I asked him what his idea of 'sample' was, which he said well I'm a no frills sort of person, I'm there for the instant pleasure and non of the build up, he went on to say he had read most of my stories and wanted to sample it all the way, he also said he would not leave any mess as suggested in my stories. Ok I said, well I will offer you this, I will come over and change into an outfit then allow you to empty me and then if you are prepared to wear some Lingerie then after a rest we could sample each other at the same time, wishful thinking from me I think.... I did get a semi positive reply that said, yes that would be perfect but I'm not sure about wearing lingerie, but you never know, so I decided I will still take some just incase. I met him at his house which was about 1hr 25mins away so quite a trip, I got there around 10:30 am, we said our Hello's and had a quick chat, then I asked him if he still wanted me to change, which luckily he did... So I changed into a Slutty looking Black Bodystocking with my Stilettos and I threw on a long blonde wig so I could hide my face a little, I did not wear a thong as I did not see the point, when I walked out I was very surprised to see him sat naked waiting, he got up and looked me up and down and said, you look amazing to be honest considering your older than me, Aww I said thank you, that's nice.. I was struggling to take my eyes off his Co ck which was so so nice... I was so un-professional too as now I was getting hard... I apologised.. He laughed and said it was fine.. I said where did you want my, he said to get on the sofa and lay back, so I did, he pulled me forward to the edge and spread my legs, he held them back from the back of my Thighs behind my knees, he just helped himself, slid my Shaft Straight in all the way, even sucking my sacks too untill I was fully hard, he slid up and down like a Pro, it did not help seeing him get hard too, OMG he looked so delicious.. No no stop it I said to myself... He stopped and moved me to the bed where I lay down and he got on top of me holding my legs back and apart with his arms, the bloody Co ck dangling inches away from my mouth WTF. He started sucking again, the intense pleasure was too much for me, I'm so Fuc king weak, I started sucking his Co ck up and down untill I was gagging on every suck, he was really enjoying himself now and so was I to be honest, I sucked as hard as I could and as fast as I could... He paused again and said can we turn over, so we swapped over.. I was now on top and spread his legs out the way so I could carry on emptying this co ck, before that he said to lower myself down untill he said ok, well I to his mouth now, we both started sucking again, I was not very long before I was getting close and I tried my best to get quicker and suck harder, but I could not hold it any longer and pumped my load into his mouth, I could hear him swallowing it all down, we quickly swapped over again and he lowered himself down so he was very deep in my mouth, a few minutes later my mouth was filled with his beautiful Cum, which went down a treat.... I can't believe how weak I was.... We both loved it so much we did it again before I left.... I could happily do this every day... Till the next time.. Plenty more Stories and Encounters in the CD Stories Group (all free)

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Sweet scented thighs and panties sex 💋💋💋💋

Sexy scented thighs and scented panty fun xxxxx

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Love the feeling of a tight g string up my bum and around my balls. Love the feeling of a lacey silky skirt and stockings around my thighs

New thigh boots! 😁

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