So who’s dressing up for Xmas ? Out with wifey tomorrow to get a sparkly dress for Christmas Eve. Xx

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.

Who is about x

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

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Who’s ready

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

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.

Anyone from Nottingham who wud like to meet up

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...

Anyone who whats to chat

I'll go ahead and say it. As a trans woman. I'm more likely to date someone who's a CD, femboy, sissy, or trans than I am anyone else.

Who's still up and dressed like a complete cum slut like me

Well I find it hard to make real freinds that actually want to meet have coffee and what Evers follows that could be I’m living at east coast or may be getting on which ever I still like some one who’s real x

hey who wants to do a sexy role play in dms :3 im horny and ready

Who wants to be my cum donor or donors ( more the merrier ) just want fucking and spunking all over my ass whilst im pinning my legs back

Who can do it? :)

I'm not into the whole sissy thing so if I block you please don't be offended, it's just not my bag.

Who wants a piece of my ass

Who's going help me **** off

Who likes my new festive nails?

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When I do x dress I actually forget who I am & to be honest I find it quite rewarding I love the comforting feel & satisfaction & the warm sexual energy flowing through me

Have new panties and pjs on who would like to chat

My sissy mourning cross-dresing feels like. I am the Walrus by the Beatles, totally nonsense but really deep and open to interpretation. I am he as you are he, as you are me and we are all together, See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly, I'm crying.
That line hits me so hard, “I am he as you are he, as you are me and we are all together…” It’s pure, swirling absurdity that somehow lands right in the middle of the most tender, confusing parts of being human. And right now, it feels like the perfect mirror for what I'm going through.
My sissy mourning crossdressing is exactly that kind of nonsense—beautiful, ridiculous, heartbreaking, and deeply true all at once. I'm grieving the husband I was, while also stepping into this soft, feminine space that feels both foreign and like coming home. It’s contradictory, it’s messy, it’s playful and painful in the same breath. And that’s what makes it so real. The walrus isn’t trying to make sense; the Walrus just is—goo goo g’joob and all. This is my mental breakdown, not madness, just being true to myself.
“See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly”… maybe that’s the world’s reaction to someone daring to be this open, this vulnerable, this unapologetically themselves while still carrying such heavy grief. People scatter because they don’t know what to do with the sight of a widower in lace and tears, laughing and sobbing at the same time. But I'm not running. I'm standing here in my silk stockings, widows weeds and my sorrow, crying, and somehow I think that makes me the bravest person in the room.
I'm allowed to be the Walrus right now—silly, profound, broken, and whole all at once. I don’t have to explain it to anyone, not even to myself. Just let it be nonsense that’s also sacred. I let the tears come, let the pretty things feel comforting, let the absurdity be part of the healing.

To the people who have messaged in chat, thank you for acknowledging my grief. Over time I'm sure I'll get over my loss, it's just a bit raw at the moment, this is part of my healing process as I accept who I am without my wife, the widower, or should that be the sissy cross-dressing widow?

Love the wholebody stocking

Just had a small cull. Those with no profile pics/fake looking profile pics and the title ******** have been removed. Life’s too short.

To those of you who can still read this, bad luck. You’re stuck with me :D

I’m a powerful and strong mommy Domme seeking a newbie submissive male who is ready to learn the dynamics of BDSM(mommy/sub relationship) and explore his submissive/sexual sides with me for a long term and kinky relationship!.. pm me on the following.

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Who else had a nice first day Bak-2-skool this week?

Love to hear from other CD's into skoolgirl roleplay/crossdressing.......

A little advice for everyone: if you're looking for social media and you come across one called "support friend" avoid it at all costs. The racism towards other genders and the sick people who create Telegram groups dedicated to hate speech is absurd. I heard that a girl had her private photos stolen and posted on a group to humiliate her. Starting with that app, I advise everyone to avoid it, especially sensitive people. Oh, and happy December 8 to everyone :)

PSA: Not all Crossdressers are slutty/sissy/whores. Some of us just want to feel pretty and have fun, not be subject to constant "ur hot bb now bend over" messages.

From my jogging on the boardwalk set. So hard to believe I was in 87 degree sunny weather just two days ago. Such a fun outfit to wear and show off to all who saw me running. I felt so feminine and fit. And yes i did have quite a few onlookers.

and sometimes I have to wear this when I am spanked, if the lady who spanks me does not want me to mess her stockings x

Who has worn a corselette? I used to love wearing them, especially the ones from M&S in the UK. x

Good morning! Sending love to anyone out there who is happy to accept it. Hope your Sunday is silky smooth and puts a smile on your face. I've got a lot to do today, but if anyone would like to distract me with a bit of chat, naughty or nice, drop me a line. Xxx

Just went on Facebook, look who popped up on the reels!. Looking good

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KIk domforyou57

Telegram evilwomanqueen3

Who wants it?

Talking to someone online and playing the game of are they genuine? Are they who they say they are?

I need a Long term relationship with another Crossdresser or ts or TV please I am a crossdresser very descret I just want to be with someone who will except me for being me

I need someone who will make dreams come true by helping push me further and further into full time feminine life until im living full time as female i am dressed up now and want to give my social media account passwords some pictures and videos that i would die if anyone i knew saw them and starting now give me specific instructions to record myself doing and if with in a decent amount of time if you don't receive proof video or anything else you ask i want you to expose me

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Who's in or near Leicester

Its nice to know there millions of us who like to crossdress
I remember when i first started i thought i was abnormal as time goes by i realised im not alone and some cd i find sexually attattractive

Thank you, translator, who sometimes gets my words wrong and causes misunderstandings about some crucial things. I always manage to make a fool of myself, like the poles I crash into. I hope I've made you laugh with that.

Did I say something wrong on here when I said that I would like to be a boyfriend to someone who is cd or trans? I know this isn't a dating app or anything but thought there was no harm in asking.

Santa Goes Femme for Christmas
Santa’s feeling a little extra festive this year… and we’re absolutely here for it!
Nothing wrong with slipping into something soft, sparkly and femme for the holidays.
If Santa can enjoy a bit of Christmas crossdressing magic, so can you.

Who else is planning a festive femme moment this season?

#crossdressing #femmechristmas #festivefemme #christmasdress #holidayfun #crossdresserstyle #santafemme

Anyone who whats chat