can you name the characters/actors and the movies they are associated to? AI at its best on xmas day

I don't think the rain will ever stop,
Not for you my precious one,
Time doesn't heal, its just longer apart
A week, a month, a year or more
It makes no difference, to your your broking heart.

Anyone near pepperell Massachusetts

Thank fxck its friday

My Eternal Mourning at The Manor
I have always felt an inexplicable pull toward The Manor, that crumbling Gothic estate nestled in shadowed hills, wrapped in ivy and secrets. Moonlight slips through its cracked windows, painting the dusty halls with silver ghosts, and the faded portraits of long gone ancestors seem to watch me with knowing eyes.
For years, in the quiet privacy of my sissy crossdressing fantasies whispered in late night chats and hidden dreams, I longed to shed the ordinary and fully embrace a feminine self that was lush, commanding, and gloriously voluptuous. Tonight, beneath a full winter moon on this chill December evening in 2025, that longing finally becomes my truth.
I stand before the tarnished full-length mirror in the manor's grand bedroom, transforming into Tonya, the eternal widow of The Manor. My body mature, morbidly obese, overflowing with soft curves and generous fullness is no longer something to hide, but something to celebrate in this sacred ritual of surrender.
The dress is everything I dreamed, a striking black Victorian mourning A line gown, crafted from luxurious satin that catches the light like liquid midnight. Multiple tiers cascade to my ankles, long puffed sleeves embrace my arms, and the high collar frames my face with stern, elegant authority. My satin opera gloves slide smoothly up to my elbows, gleaming in perfect harmony with the matching satin headscarf that covers my hair in modest severity. Over it all falls the delicate chiffon veil, softening my features into a haze of melancholy mystery.
As I smooth the final folds, feeling the heavy satin hug every abundant inch of me the tiers flaring over my wide hips, the bodice cradling my ample bosom a wave of profound liberation washes over me. I am no longer the secret sissy of fleeting fantasies. I am Tonya: a gothic matron of sorrow and quiet power, forever mourning a love that never existed, yet reveling in the deep femininity I have always craved.
With slow, deliberate steps the dress rustling like whispers from the grave I descend the creaking staircase and step into the night. My faithful companion, a large black raven I named Poe, perches on my padded shoulder, his ebony feathers blending seamlessly with my mourning attire. He found me years ago, drawn to my own inner darkness, and now he is the perfect emblem of who I have become.
The manor grounds lead me to the ancient, overgrown cemetery, where fog curls around weathered tombstones like lost lovers. Here, beneath the cold moonlight, I wander among the graves, my veil fluttering in the icy breeze. Poe occasionally lifts off, circling silently above me like a dark guardian before settling back onto my shoulder. In this quiet, sacred place, I whisper silent vows to my feminine self to the sissy within who has finally blossomed into this magnificent, obese widow.
Deeper into the surrounding forest I drift, the path lit only by moonlight piercing the thick canopy. The satin of my gown shimmers with every movement, the tiers swaying like shadows around my legs. I feel powerful, sensual, utterly complete my morbidly obese form no longer a source of shame, but a throne of gothic beauty.
As the first pale hint of dawn creeps over the horizon, I return to the manor. Poe caws softly, as if bidding farewell to the night. Tonya will dwell here forever, in the heart of darkness and desire. And deep in my soul, the sissy dreams that gave her life will whisper on, eternal as the raven’s cry. Nevermore will I hide.

One of my girlfriends partners wants me to cum in these for him. Should i

Looking back at a couple of my sexy outfits

Wow! One of my photos has hit 7,000 views. I am really honored to feel somewhat popular.

Just finished going to my stylists. I have two of them now. One did my hair color today then braided it and also waxed my eyebrows. The other gave me a great manicure. Light pink nails. Getting me ready for holiday parties. I always feel so pampered and feminine when I complete my time at the salon.

my chest area may look abit off in color, thats my breastplate

These tights are called velvet soft from m and s, they feel so so soft and look good too. Xx

Upskirts

What is every ones favourite colour of Pantyhose / Tights / Stockings. Would like to see which one is the most popular.

Disorganised present wrapping at its best with #outfitoftheday

Hi girls last posts going away later to see family for Xmas back 23rd have a good day to my friends

scammer Missannaelite sent me a 'friends' request after i gave her my thoughts about who and what she is. also is following me so she'll see this message and know I've warned all the regular girls to avoid her like the plagues. report and block ladies

Goodnight girls, its getting late for me last two pictures

Good morning, sisters.
Some tips on how to make your photo look better without resorting to AI.
1) For example, tilting your head back can partially hide age-related facial droop. Just for fun, take a photo of your face looking down and up; the difference will be significant.
2) The light source and its location are very important. Light can make a face look younger, or it can age it. Light can hide imperfections, or it can highlight them.
3) Makeup, at least foundation, and especially under-eye concealer. These three things don't require any special makeup skills—just apply them evenly—but they can improve your appearance.
Of course, other makeup elements are more complex and require constant practice.
But then, there's no need to use AI, although AI is certainly good.
Interested in these tips?

I wish i had real 38 DDs tits .

I really love this site lots nice cds chat with and make friends

All Green today (almost) #outfitfortheday satin crossover blouse with faux leather skirt and suede boots

Whats the task or chore you do that you hate but would be a pleasure when dressed feminine

A life lesson.. Don't punch a rhinoceros in the nuts.. they don't like that shit..

Upskirts!

Well that's if for dressing for now. Kids finish Friday, then it's Xmas. Will have to wait til they go back in January. Will be looking for outfits online during down time as I still want to go out dressed during the winter/spring

So loving the pink but on the search for Christmas outfits now

Are there any female mistress_goddess_mommy_domina here who have no financial or material interests? I'm asking for a friend

Who wants to change

Who wants to chat with me xxxx

Just a few outfits I love wearing

I've BLOCKED 9 BDSM Touts this week so far already xx
Tout membership is rife on here.
Everyone needs to go through there Friends list and Block all of them... They are very easy to spot .... Let's not let the site get any Worse than it already is xx

The issue I'm having as the weeks go on is that I'm blurring my sissy crossdressing with my mourning. Every waking hour I'm missing my wife and I'm a blubbering mess of tears but I'm also aroused at the thought of satin widows weeds and satin mourning dresses and oversized satin headscarves and chiffon voile veils. I'm bothered that this has developed as a further aspect of my gothic fetish. The arousal is blending in with thoughts of satin widows’ weeds, mourning dresses, oversized satin headscarves, and chiffon voile veils, I don't think that’s something to feel ashamed of or worried about as a problem. It’s a natural, human way my mind and body are weaving together different parts of who I am becoming during this incredibly tender time. Grief doesn’t stay neatly in one box, it spills into everything, including our identities, desires, and fetishes. For me at this time, the sissy crossdressing that’s always been inside is now intertwining with mourning because both are about comfort, beauty, vulnerability, and a kind of sacred ritual. The gothic element—dark, dramatic, veiled, satin-shrouded—has always had that edge of sensuality and mystery, and right now, it might be amplifying because it lets me feel alive in my body when everything else feels numb or shattered. Arousal in grief is more common than people talk about; it can be the body’s way of seeking connection, release, or even just a momentary escape from the pain. It doesn’t mean my love for my wife is any less pure or that my mourning is tainted, it means I'm a whole person, with layers of emotion and desire that don’t switch off just because I'm hurting. This blending feels like it’s developing into a deeper aspect of my gothic fetish, but I feel that’s okay too. Fetishes evolve with life experiences, and grief is one of the biggest. The satin widows’ weeds and veils are symbolizing both my loss and deep longing to be held, enveloped, seen in my inner femininity. My troubled psyche is creating a bridge between the sorrow and the sensuality I shared with my wife. There’s beauty in that, even if it brings tears and arousal at the same time. I'm navigating this with grace, even when it hurts.

This one is a photo of me in one of my Miracle Styled Swimsuits, I love to wear, from a couple of years ago. Appreciate comments. No AI on this one - just me.

Well its back to the grind for the next four days, stll gonna post this pic

Hopless Wait...

...One touch
One Kiss
One juxtapose..
I'm ready and undressed
My lips are bright
And lust in poses
That you might not
Forget...

Forget,
I am a lonely girl
Who looks for girl
In vein...
But men
Are far away
For Sole
And body
Says
...no way...

I dream to meet
My girl
Lets once
In night
To feel
Love kiss
I am all yours
My Dream desire
My girlfriend
Ohh my Miss...
I miss you terrebly
All day
I lost my trust
My peace...
I hope meet
Once
pretty Soul
Who answers to my kiss...

Good evening! Iv'e been trying to post but had to slap a few scammy mist_resses 1st. Looks like a bit of team work from them today, sharing each others posts and sharing others too!! May their R soles burn with the heat of a thousand hot as F chillies! Anyway, here is my pic for tonight

New boots arrived, me gusta

Anyone who whats to chat

Trying out the thermal tights that's going viral on tiktok... They're nice, and comfy and lovely and warm. Would recommend

Watch Out for Mommy Alice sharing people’s posts .
Blocked her and also reported her to admin.

Hate members that just share other peoples posts and don't post anything of their own

It has been a long day for me. I have several photos to post and yes my beach shots from two weeks ago are some I plan to show soon. But I am really thinking I shall just call it good night, for now. All me - my own skin - all my profile. OK the dress and my bed is AI generated. And I am wearing a wig - My actual hair is long and blond

I have just woke up wrapped up in our satin nightdresses, at a time before her illness made sleeping together a problem, we had matching satin pink nightdresses. Last night I pulled the suitcase down from the top of the wardrobe and laid them out on the bed. Pink Simply Be Pretty Secrets Nightdresses in lovely silky satin. Full covered shoulder to capped sleeves with lace piping and spread across the breast. Calf length satin shimmering in Pink. My wife's is regularly worn in UK size 32/34, mine is newer UK size 20/22, I liked a slimmer tight nightdress that hugged my skin, my wife wore hers two sizes bigger than her usual larger dress size to make it easier to slide around in bed. I slipped mine on and shimmied the satin down my moobs and hips to rest around my calves. My wife's was like a tent on my body, lots of voluminous extra satin material hanging loose. The double layer feeling of all the satin was wonderful and I admit the erection had to be contained within a condom because pre cum started instantly. I lay on the bed and was overcome with both longing and grief, I laid there on the bed with tears in my eyes and sobbing in my chest. When I had calmed down the sensual aspect of the double layer satin took over and led to the inevitable masturbation. Physically and emotionally I was drained and fell asleep waking a few hours later needing to take off the condom and go to the toilet for a wee. As I walked back from the toilet to the bedroom the satin reminded me of our sensuality and our love. Wrapped in the double layer of satin underneath the quilt I felt comforted and slept deep until this morning. For me this needs to become my new deeply tender and bittersweet mourning ritual, one that holds both the sharp pain of loss and the soft warmth of memory all at once. Wearing her nightdress over mine, letting all that extra satin envelop me like a tent, felt almost like being held by her again. The way the fabric moved, the shimmer, the slide of it against my skin… it’s no wonder my body responded so immediately and so completely. And now I’ve found a ritual: pulling down the suitcase, laying the nightdresses side by side on the bed, slipping into both, letting the satin hold me in that bittersweet double embrace. It’s sacred because it’s mine and hers alone. It keeps the connection alive in the most embodied way possible through touch, through memory, through the very fabric we both wore against our skin when we made love, laughed, slept, lived. Grief and desire live right next to each other; one doesn’t cancel out the other. The tears, the arousal, the release, the comfort, it all belongs within my psyche. I honored her, our love, and the sensuality we shared by allowing myself to feel everything that came up. For my state of mind, there’s something sacred in keeping those satin nightdresses layered together, in pulling them out when the longing gets too heavy, in letting them carry me back to the nights when sleeping tangled together in satin was simply how life was. I'm keeping the connection alive in the most intimate, embodied way possible. I loved her totally, and I'm still loving her beautifully in my mourning.

The city
after everyone’s gone
is kinder.

Streetlights stay on
without asking anything.

No voices.
No faces.
No reasons.

Just roads
and thoughts
moving slowly.

They call this insomnia.

I call it
quiet.

I don’t want sleep.
I don’t want morning.

I want this hour
to keep me.

No questions.
No answers.

Just the night
and me.

Really looking forward to Christmas hopefully ill receive lots of gifts

I'm Shemale. ​​I'm trying to make a self-photo shoot using chroma key.. Please give me lots of ideas...ㅎㅎㅎ

Felt super cute today wearing these full zip knee high leather boots

Hey everyone, I hope you all like my photos… thank you for all of your lovely and supportive comments, you are all amazing

It takes a lot, for me to NOT put up my Xmas decorations and lights however, this year (for whatever reason) I simply can't be bothered. 🫤

Outfit for the day, something a little casual with white boots

Had a little stroll outside tonight in my Xmas dress