Likley get more interaction than the place i stole this from, white cheeky is the flavour tonight 😇

Black and White Christmas My Christmas dress I dream Just white To merry Bon Noel.... I hope He'll propose straight Without silly wait... I will be very pretty Wife And cold to help his Work... I think it would be very right Spent Christmas with black top...

White is always white

Melanie in her #SchoolUniform this afternoon...... #CrossdresserUK #WhiteSatinBlouse

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

Good Morning 😊 Rise & shine with Melanie, in her luxury white satin bow blouse! #BowBlouse

I have noticed that when i wear white pantyhose. Men goes crazy... why ???

White is the new black

More of me in my sumptuous white satin bow blouse......

"I am waiting for no men " Digitally remastered album with bonus track "White Heat, White Light." Kate Animal Recordings... White light Oh, white light Ah, white heat Oh, yeah, white light ... White light goin' messin' up my mind Don't you know, it's gonna make me go blind White light, goin' down to my toes Lord have mercy, white light had it, goodness knows...

Melanie in her super sexy white satin bow blouse......

White Solitude ...

I have a couple that lives with me and when they're gone I dress up, so today I looked out the window and their truck is gone, they always park out front and I listen for when they come home, their truck is real loud and I'll run into my room and change, so today their truck is gone so I put my little pink satin nighty on, my white thigh highs, pink high heels and my little pink panties, I go out into the garage because I like the sound of high heels on concrete, I'm watching some trans porn, doin my thing, I get done, change back to guy cloths, I throw the dress and stuff in my trunk and just then both of them walk out into the garage, startled I said "did you guys just get home? " where did you guys go,? they said nowhere, I said "but your truck was gone, they said, " we had to park down the street cuz someone was in our spot, we were in the room taking a nap, OMG! 5 minutes earlier and they would have caught me watching trans porn wearing pink panties,OMG!

Feeling so girly and cute in my fluffy socks and white crocs🤭

Are we all ready for a #SatinSaturday ? Here's Melanie in her sumptuous white satin #BowBlouse 🤍🤍🤍

Another one of Melanie's #WhiteSatin blouses.......!

White Foundation... White Heat White light goin' down to my brain Hey, don't you know it's gonna make me insane... White light goin' messin' up my mind Don't you know it's gonna make me go blind ... Lou Reed.

Which combination looks better, white knee high socks or........

Orange Dreams ... Orange Ball Orange Dress Orange Lipstick Confess Orange tube White cold gel Orange dreams Orange smells Blue parfume Allien Blue my night Gel is white I so wish Feel the smell Smell of Pleasure And Life... I so wish Feel inside Nerves Of Vaginal Dreams You will Lough I will try Orange dress And white cream.. Orange dress to confess I am sexless as nun Tibet monks Will protest Or accept Kate is fool I so wish Song of Breast I so wish touch of tights Just white cream To immerse Feel what Orange silk hides...

When I was choosing a makeup primer, I was puzzled by the color; it turns out every primer is different. So what should I choose? Who should I ask? Who should I find out from? White is the most popular color, and if you choose one with a radiant effect, it's great for aging skin, helping to conceal wrinkles. But if you have bags under your eyes, a yellow primer will come in handy. Pink and peach colors are suitable for those with a dull complexion. A green primer is ideal for those with rosacea (protruding blood vessels through the skin), redness, or very fair skin. But if you have pigmentation or yellowness, a purple primer is best. It's especially useful when shooting with a flash. Such knowledge can sometimes be difficult to keep in mind; manufacturers have now started releasing universal primers for trial, where all colors blend together when applied. I prefer generalists, although generalism isn't always better than more specialized knowledge. I hope you found it interesting.

Christmas is cumming! Here is a traditional Christmas story! lol : It happened last Christmas Eve. Snow whispered against my window, blanketing the world in a serene hush as I drifted off under layers of warmth. The soft glow of the Christmas lights outside painted gentle colors on my walls, blending with the lace and satin of the red lingerie I had on. A sudden thud on the roof jolted me awake. My heart raced as I strained to hear more, the sound of bells jingling faintly and what could only be the sneeze of an animal carried through the stillness. I sat up, clutching my blankets closer. Moments later, a creak echoed from downstairs, like footsteps crossing the living room floor. Still groggy but alert, I reached for my phone, ready to call for help if needed. Peering cautiously into the hallway, I heard a deep, hearty laugh resonate through the house. “Ho, ho, ho!” The voice was unmistakable, rich and warm, and yet impossible. Santa? No, it had to be some burglar pulling a strange stunt. My skepticism flared as I crept down the stairs, each step measured and quiet. When I reached the living room, I froze. The space was bathed in a soft, unearthly glow, and standing before the tree was a man who looked every bit the part of Santa Claus—velvet red suit, snowy white beard, and a twinkle in his eye that seemed almost magical. He was munching on the cookies I’d left out as a joke, milk in hand. "What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled indignant. The man turned around to look at me. "Watch your language, Chrissy," he scolded me gently. "You're already on my naughty list." "How did you know my name?" "Ho, ho, ho! I know everything about you, including when you're sleeping and when you are awake. I'm Santa!" "Santa isn't real!" "So you don't believe your eyes?" "You're just some thug dressed up as Santa." "Ho, ho, ho! Look up at the roof and tell me how a thug got a magical sleigh and a team of magical, flying reindeer. Ho, ho, ho!" I didn't have to look, the noise I heard on my roof earlier lined up perfectly with that of reindeer. "But...but...you're not real." I stuttered. "Chrissy, I'm as real as you want me to be. And you have been naughty. Ho, ho, ho!" "If that's true," I challenged. "Why are you in my home?" "Ho! Ho! Ho! Because I love naughty boys, I give them a big gift! Ho! Ho! Ho!" With that he unbuckled his black broad buckled belt and unzipped his red pants. Out jumped his huge, wrinkled, snow-white penis, uncut of course with lots of foreskin, and it was hard and long. There was pre-cum already dripping from it. Santa winked at me then said, "cum get your gift, Chrissy. Ho! Ho! Ho!" Being the naughty ladyboy femboy slut I am, I complied and fell to my knees in front of Santa. I grabbed his rock-hard cock and squeezed it while placing my lips around it. It was so salty, vinegary, wet and sticky. His manjuices were already leaking into my mouth as I sucked on him. slurp slurp slurp I stroked his dick as I sucked, then started fucking him with my mouth...going up and down, up and down on his penis...my tongue would lick the tip and shaft at times. Santa's dick started to swell and throb...but he pushed my head away. "Ho, ho, ho! He said, "I finish in naughty boy's ass." (Continued in next post) #sissy #femboy #transgender #gurl #sissyboy #tgirl #CD #crossdresser #crossdressing #transgirl #transwoman #adultcontent #nsfw

I dream of safely leaving the house dressed up, especially if a stranger finds out about me and it excited them. I dressed as snow white one Halloween "for a laugh" and went to a party where a couple of men I knew " jokingly" groped my butt and legs and I fell down a rabbit hole and I never got out, Iwonder if they were as aware of my growing lump in my panties as I was of there's in rheir jeans, Iand still love to be groped 😅😻

Taking a few pictures of my school girl uniform, new pink panties and short white skirt.

something slightly different than my previous corset pics. this was a short lacy gothic dress. I'd reverted back to a pale simple makeup for Halloween mainly white foundation with a little blusher

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

🌸 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

White lingerie for an innocent girl ( ha ha ha )

Dark stockings and white heels or tan stockings black heels ?

I do like a white slip - especially being lowered, exposing nylons x

Patti is an innocent sissy girl in white , don’t judge a book by it’s cover

Black and white 😉

Some black and white aesthetic for a Friday! 😍 hope you all have a lovely weekend!! 🥰😘💋

I present, androgynously, my elegant White She midi dress with a starry mesh patchwork, which is complemented by clip-on Crystal Silver Rhinestone Earrings and a CANSNOW analogue Bracelet/Wristwatch:

Is today a White or a Pink kind of day......?

Black on white.

New white heels.

Black dress and white heels kind of mood ❤️

Sexy in white

Happy in white xx

OK - white tennis skirt - i do have one somewhere - but - here is one of my white tennis dresses. Enjoy and comment please. If you like i have several more of this dress i can post.💞

Virgin white 😈

When i wear li ke this black stocking under white pantyhose and i go out men goes crazy looking ♥️

Just wearing my nice white GogoBoots this weekend 😋

I am posting this here as a challenge to myself. It's only been lately I embraced my liking of crossdressing. Previously I had the body for it but not the clarity of mind. After COVID, I had gained an unhealthy amount of weight and now the clothes that I want to look good wearing don't look too good. Gave this white number a try and well, you see the results. Granted, a corset does wonders but I want to be able to wear skimpier, more effeminate things outside of a corset. So, I am marking the date this photo was taken: August 22 and marking the progress I get from here on out, help me stay motivated to keep working towards that target 65 kg. weight. I think at least most of the body is well shaped, but that waist, oof. Guess I should call this outfit the fertility goddess. Haha Either way, hope people who peep this photo can stand a less than optimal build for crossdressing. It is an in-between bod for now and I am working on, improving and getting it to where it should look great.

#white #Lingerie #sexy #blonde