Mmmmm its so fun to walk around in my huge vintage bridesmaid dress!

I’m ready to go to a garden party!
#1950s #vintage #dress

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."

Anyone like these vintage corsets?

I was so young and will never forget that day.My mother had so much lingerie.The lilac color sheer vintage nighty and matching panty(barely)was a favorite.in the closet were wigs and heels.it was so much greater than waking up on Christmas Day

Looking deep into your eyes #vintagefilm #sexy

This is another dress in my collection! A beautiful vintage bridesmaid dress! It feels so soft!

Morning everyone! Trying not to cum looking at my lovely vintage bridesmaid dress! Mmmmm

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

I have just bought this beautiful vintage wedding dress and im so excited to feel it and wear it! I came in myself as soon as i saw it! Mmmm

Vintage dress ,do you like it?

#sissy #nylon #crossdressser #transgender #feminization #bas #collant #pantyhose #stocking #pied #feet #lingerie #maletofemale #sexy #fantasme #lgbt #porn #soumission #bdsm #hosiery #trough #ladyboy #gartbelt #nails #tits #boob #****

This is how much i love my vintage bridesmaid dress! I just also love holding it against me! You can probably tell by looking at the front of it how much i love it!

An old picture of me in my vintage Victorian dress

I loves me some vintage lingerie, just need to work on my figure some more. Meh, who cares anyways?
#pinupgirl #retrovibes #girdlelove #flapper #longlinebra #rhtstockings #nylonlovers

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

Hello from Crossdressed.co.uk – Our Journey, Our Space

Hi everyone,

My name's Harry, and together with my wife Anna, we run Crossdressed.co.uk, a friendly, supportive site for crossdressers and their partners.

Our journey is personal: I came out to Anna a few years ago after hiding my crossdressing for much of my life. It wasn’t easy at first, but over time it brought us closer and now, we’ve built a space where we share that journey openly, explore vintage lingerie (our shared passion!), offer practical tips, and create content for those of us navigating identity, style, and relationships.

Whether you’re out, closeted, curious, or partnered with someone who crossdresses, you’re welcome. Our blog covers everything from beginner wardrobe ideas to dealing with body dysmorphia or coming out.

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We’d love to connect, collaborate, or just say hi. If you do visit the site, let us know what you think, we’re building it to be useful and inclusive, and feedback is always welcome.

Looking forward to getting to know some of you here too
Harry & Anna

I forgot about this photo of me in my vintage Victorian dress! I so enjoyed wearing it

My beautiful huge vintage dress!

Decided to go traditional today with some vintage Elbeo Reprise (with my new ankle boots)

Definitely going to put on my huge vintage bridesmaid dress over my hooped petticoat in a while!

Here is a vintage shot from my photo archives. Kind of a "Lets get physical look" I hope everyone is have a good, safe and fun evening.

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 am going to have a lie down and have a gentle feel of my huge vintage bridesmaid dress! Be hard not to cum!

Latest vintage nightie

Finally ready after getting everything sorted in the kitchen for later on. Gonna be pigging myself out on roast pork leg sarnies with haggis stuffing and Weston's Vintage Trampagne (cider!) apple sauce !!

Another vintage nightie and vintage brunch coat, I just purchased.

Love this look and colour. So love vintage lingerie

My latest vintage nightie purchase,

(More Help Wanted)

A Gurl named Gina got in touch and asked whether she could have a visit like help Given, she also sent me an uncovered picture, now normally I'm not a fan of just hairy pics, but in this case she was hung bigger than I am hard so my first words were, if you decide to shave that you may find you get a surprise when I do visit, I left it at that.
We organise a time and day and I was happy with the 1hr trip, just North of Northampton so M1 nearly all the way.
I arrived without delay and Gina answered in normal clothing, we chatted a while and had rather a laugh aswell, we then decided it was time to change, I opened my bag of Lingerie and let Gina pick, she had a good luck and grabbed my Cheerleader outfit with black stockings much like in my pictures... I got into my outfit and Gina disappeared for a few minutes, when I was ready I made my way into the living room, where I sat in the Arm Chair with one leg over each Arm showing everything and waited.
A few minutes later Gina came in wearing some natural stockings and suspenders and vintage style Basque and tights Knickers which were growing rapidly, she saw me with my legs spread and paused and smiled, and just looked at it and said may I....
Yes of course, and she instantly knelt down in front of me and gently pulled me forward to the edge of the chair where she slipped my shaft into her mouth and started Sucking up and down all the way, this did not seem like a beginner but to be honest, who cares.
She continued for a few minutes when I noticed that something had slipped out the side of her knickers, I said you may as well take them off, she stood up and dropped the knickers, leaving a 7 or 8" shaft right in front of me and now smooth shaven aswell.....
I was week and could not resist that shaft, I grabbed it gently and slipped it straight into my mouth, I sucked it really tight, right to the bottom and back, I continued until she said oh my god I'm getting close.... I stopped.....
I lay on the floor and spread my legs wide bent at the knees, I asked her to get on, she got over me and spread her legs until that shaft was about half way in, we both started sucking again, in fact we both went for it and we only lasted a few minutes, when I shouted don't waste it.... I started to throb and twitch, and moan while sucking, I shot my load into her mouth, I could feel and hear her swallowing... Then suddenly I felt her shaft twitch and she moaned and erupted with two huge loads which I swallowed down in about three goes, wow wonderful I thaught..
Gina got up and said that was amazing and could we do it again sometime, I said yet definitely if you keep it like that.....

(Loads more Stories in the CD Stories Group)

Sitting out the back of my mum's house, wearing a feathered purple vintage extremely short completely see through negligee, and purple crotchless panties.

I like this one:
https://www.amazon.com/IKADEX-Vintage-Dresses-Cosplay-Cocktail/dp/B09PHSZQZW/?
The Dark-Red / Burgundy (Wine?) one.

I'm going broke ordering vintage babydoll, nighties, lol. There bloody expensive, but I love them.

My "new" vintage babydoll.

Just ordered some vintage babydoll lingerie, can't wait.

Love my vintage lingerie

Classic vintage

Loving the vintage look

Loving the vintage look