I asked Ai to make me a woman i think thats pretty accurate to how i actually look

I feel like Stevie Nicks in this skirt when I'm pretending to be a respectable, middle aged woman. Lol.

Oh look, it's yet another day of headscarf wearing leisure for the crossdressing gentlewoman.

I remember when I was much younger, there were ladies who advertised a "dressing" service. Visions in Camberley, and Transformations near Euston, were both providing a similar service.
They had ladies clothes and would help me put them on, walk around in heels and then wa nk me off. Some would get into the moment and treat me as a woman, others would not; just let me strut around and let me pleasure myself, while they watched.
At the time it was electric and so erotic.
Nowadays, there are dressing services per se, but they are really for those who are transitioning- that is not a sexual service. Services like Femesque, Chateu Femme, Translife etc.

The amount of times that he has cum in me, if I were a cis woman I would be pregnant by now!! lol

Think I need to meet more girlies/admirers, having less and less confidence in myself atm and probs just I need a re-set and a bit of fun. Can be vanilla or spicy; I’m a woman of many talents

Just some thoughts from myself.

im getting deeper into crossdressing lately. mostly due to encouragements i got on this site, so thank you everyone for making me feel like im not alone, and what im doing is not really all that wrong.

my next step will be doing makeup. but i guess it would take time to master it. i will probably try then to maybe go out at night something, at least to take a walk around another neighborhood.

when i started crossdressing it was for pure arousal (i guess it starts like that for most of us). dont get me wrong, there is still plenty of arousal to go around when i dress up. but lately, i found that what im enjoying the most is the comfort of woman clothes, and confidence i gain from wearing it. but most of all, i caught myself enjoying the "little things" while i dress up.

even though it's a chore to shave my legs, i really love doing it. i love the scent of body lotion when i apply it, and how soft and shiny my skin feels and looks. even though that doing my toenails takes forever and my back hurts, i really love doing it. i love that i naturally started to tiptoe around the house when i switch between my shoes. i love how i cant decide what to wear even though i have dozens of dresses. i love how i naturally cross my legs when i sit down. i fell in love in the feeling of my long hair waving and sliding across my bare back. i love the feeling when i comb my hair while looking myself in the mirror. i love playing around with a lock of my hair to keep my hands busy and adjusting it constantly over my ear. i love the feeling of wearing tights to bed to take a nap. i like how sad it makes me to see my tights get a run in them. i love to use my finger to adjust the strap on my heels. right now, im wearing some super soft opaque tights, casual bodycon dress, some casual white lingerie, some really nice heels and it is the best, most comfortable feeling to just sit like that in my chair, writing this.

my point is, dressing up makes me feel good. but little things along the way makes me feel really great.

cant wait to cross my legs in front the mirror, to tackle challenge of make up, and top it off with some nice jewelry.

i know, really long one. but i really wanted to say this. what "little things" do you enjoy the most?

Wish I had the confidence to go out dressed as a woman

Is it ok that I'm obsessed with CDs TVs and generally girls, when I see a sexy woman I think damn you would be amazing if you were a real girl like a CD
What in trying to say is that his name the best girls by a country mile in my eyes

So I'm married, and I shouldn't be chatting on here, I get that. I live with a woman who refuses to wear anything sexy or revealing, hardly any makeup, no high heels ever and definitely no stockings. We've talked and she's is adamant none of those things well ever happen. She knows I've always loved sexy and glam women, all my life and I've never changed. So how am I supposed to just accept that I'll never be with someone in fine stockings, high heels and lovely sexy clothes. I've been chatting and admiring CDs and TVs for many many years, I can't stop that, and I'm intoxicated by the level of femininity girls strive for when they transform. I get I'm not everyone's cup of tea, but would love the companyb of a classy sexy girl to bring out the man in me . Hope to chat to and admire you gorgeous girls for ever and maybe just maybe an actual meet

Come along Pond
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Ordinary semi-sheer black tights
essential item in any woman's wardrobe. so simple, so stylish, soooo comfortable to wear! could stay in them all day!

At the club, nice-looking couple put me to the Inquisition:
"Are you a man or a woman?" (so the outness must be working some)
"Well, a bit of both, really"
"Oh goodie!"

Exit, pursued by a couple... (though a bear would have been nice).

Just started a relationship with a beautiful trans woman. I’m looking forward to our future together Mia

I got a tutu!:

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Arranged a phone call over discord with a fellow CD, must of blocked me and found out I was a CD, not a woman how rude!

In Japan, crossdressing salons have proliferated over the past 5-10 years.
You can transform into a cute woman.
No sexual services are provided.
How about in your country?

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My TS/CD/TV Story

Tonight I feel the girl inside me stirring again, asking to be written into existence.

I have carried her quietly for so long—tucked into the soft, hidden chambers of my heart, where secrets live and dreams wait for courage. She has always been there, watching the world through my eyes while I learned how to survive in a role that never fully fit. She learned to whisper instead of speak, to hide instead of bloom.

I have always been feminine. I have always felt the pull toward softness, beauty, silk, lace, and being seen not as a man pretending—but as a woman becoming.

I didn’t begin crossdressing until a few years ago, late in life, after decades of wondering and silence. A boyfriend encouraged me—someone who saw the femininity in me and cherished it. I was already submissive in spirit, already gentle, already carrying this quiet feminine current inside. When I put on a bra, slipped into panties, and felt lingerie against my skin, it felt natural. Familiar. Like recognition.

I had suspected this part of myself for years, like a faint melody always playing in the background. But that day, standing there in softness, I didn’t just suspect it—I knew. Not as fantasy or curiosity, but as truth. Something ancient and undeniable finally named itself.

I imagine walking down a street in a dress that catches the light, my skin warm in the sun, people seeing me as I wish to be seen. I imagine being admired, desired, even framed on a wall like a pin-up girl from another era—confident, glamorous, unapologetically herself. That vision makes my heart ache with both joy and grief.

So much of my life has been spent in silence. So much of me was taught to hide. I am still learning how to peel back the layers of fear, religion, politics, family expectations, and my own hesitation. I don’t know where this path will lead—only that I am tired of pretending she isn’t there.

For now, she lives in quiet places: my room, my thoughts, the gentle arms of someone who understands, the rare spaces where I can exhale and be Chrissy. I wonder sometimes if that is enough. I wonder what it would be like to let her walk freely in the daylight.

No one in my family knows her. Most of my friends don’t. They see the version of me that learned how to blend in, how to be acceptable, how to survive. They don’t see the girl who has been waiting so patiently inside.

Tonight I write her name here, like a prayer.
Tonight I let her breathe.

Chrissy.
She is real.
She is me.

And even if the world never fully knows her, I know her. And that, for now, is something.

With love,
Chrissy

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Please stop saying you're gay. I'm of the volition that if you look like a woman and are beautiful and I'm a straight handsome man we are heterosexual couple. I don't like men but if a hot looking chick has a dick I'm interested. The word gay is used for two men who like each other just like lesbian is for two women. In my mind's eye you don't look like a guy you look like a beautiful woman therefore we're not gay!

I'm looking for single transgender girl from USA who is very near me and close to Kentucky in the USA and it's here to find someone to Dating them off of here now and married ME and help me to be a girl from being a man or a man who's having turn into a girl from being a man and has a sex gender change doing to be a girl from being a man and it's here to find someone who would dating them and will be them Love to them off of here now and I am not here for any fake people or catfish only people who are gay people or transgender girl who would dating ME or trans women or lesbians and a man who's had start transition from being a man into a girl and does not looking like a man anymore at all and now it's a girl full Time now and will dating anyone like ME or woman who has peins now and will dating ME now any One who it's insane in dating ME now hit me up on here now or at Google chat Eric Norman skaggs5216@gmail.com and will help me to be a girl from being a man for real and not here here to play any games with me at all now I'm only wanting a girl friend to be My love to me now and married ME and help me to be a girl from being a man and will dress ME up in girls clothes and high heels

I'm looking for real people who are a trans woman and transgender or a woman who used to be a man and become a girl from being a man or a man who's having turn into a girl from being a man and has trans formed from having a sex gender change doing to their and this a girl now from being a man and will dating ME now and married ME and I will give them everything they will need and wanted to change my sex gender into a girl from being a man with them to if they will help me to be a girl and dating ME now

I have dated many cis women and it was great sex or love making without BDSM. I want a sissy, but I'm not convinced they have as good a orgasm as cis vaginal. But not all cis women are great in bed. So I'm attracted to sissy if they look like a beautiful woman that's how I transition to wanting a hot looking chick with a dick. I have an oral fixation and if a sissy wants me as a daddy, then I'm interested. But bdsm could be a waste of my time and I'm not into being tied up for an hour while the ******** leaves and fucks someone else...lol

I think you're a hot looking chick with a dick...is my kind of woman

I am ready to change my life. It is my moment, and I am prepared and determined to start being the woman I feel I am. I am looking for a man who treats me well and supports me in being his woman. I am ready to move forward without looking back and start this transition together with a man who will support me in all my decisions regarding gender change.

I think if a trans MTF looks like a beautiful woman and I'm a straight gentleman; therefore we're hetro sexual; not gay. I don't like men. But if a hot looking chick has a dick; in my mind she's a woman.

A number of years ago, I walked into a small back street Charity Shop on the edge of town. I wasn’t really looking for anything specific just browsing, killing time, letting my eyes wander over the racks the way I always did when I felt that familiar restless itch under my skin. Then I saw it. Hanging slightly askew on a padded hanger near the back wall, half-hidden behind a row of sensible navy blazers, was a floor-length satin bridal gown. Ivory, not stark white. The bodice was structured but not boned, the skirt a gentle A-line that flared softly rather than ballooning into tulle insanity. A modest neckline. Delicate lace overlay on the shoulders and upper chest. And pinned to the hanger was the tag: Size 32 Worn once £49. My heart gave a hard, guilty thud. I’m a UK 18" collar with a 50" chest in men’s shirts. But dresses… dresses measure differently. Especially wedding dresses. Especially ones made to accommodate curves most people would call “plus size.” I glanced around. The shop was quiet. An older woman with silver hair was sorting bric-a-brac at the counter; a younger volunteer early twenties, purple streaks in her hair was steaming something in the corner. I lifted the gown off the rail. The satin felt cool and liquid against my palms. Heavy in the right way. I carried it toward the changing cubicle like I was smuggling contraband. “Would you like to try it on, love?” the silver-haired woman called out. Her voice was kind, matter-of-fact. No trace of surprise or judgement. I froze for half a second. “Yes please,” I managed. My voice sounded smaller than usual. She smiled. “Curtain’s already drawn back there. Take your time. Shout if you need a hand with the zip.” The cubicle was narrow, just a full-length mirror screwed to the wall, a single hook, and a thin beige curtain that didn’t quite reach the floor. I hung the dress on the hook and stripped quickly out of my jeans, hoodie, socks, boxers, down to bare skin that already felt too warm, too alive. My **** was already half-hard just from touching the fabric, from the sheer improbability of this moment. I reached into the pocket of my discarded jeans on the floor and found the condom I always carried now just in case. Fingers trembling, I tore the packet, rolled the latex down over my throbbing length, making sure the reservoir tip was positioned correctly. The relief of containment was immediate. No stains. No evidence. Just secret, pulsing heat trapped safely inside. I stepped into the gown. The skirt whispered up my calves, over my thighs. I pulled it past my hips slowly, carefully and the satin glided over the soft roundness of my belly without catching. I tugged the bodice up over my chest. The cups were generously cut, there was room. Actual room. I reached behind and found the long invisible zip. It slid up smoothly, no resistance, no straining. When I let my arms drop, the dress settled around me like it had been waiting. I looked in the mirror. The reflection showed someone soft and full and blushing furiously beneath ivory satin. The modest neckline framed the gentle swell of my chest and the faint shadow of cleavage created by the way the bodice pushed everything together. My hips looked wide and womanly beneath the smooth fall of fabric. My belly made a soft, proud curve against the front of the skirt. I turned sideways. The line from back to front was lush, generous, unapologetic. It fit. It actually fit. A small, involuntary whimper escaped me. I heard footsteps outside the curtain. “Everything alright in there?” It was the younger volunteer this time. I swallowed. “Yes. Um… could you, could you maybe check the zip? Just to make sure it’s all the way up?” The curtain parted a few inches. She peeked in, eyes widening for only a heartbeat before her face softened into a genuine smile. She stepped inside careful, professional and fastened the tiny hook-and-eye at the top of the zip I hadn’t been able to reach. Her fingers were gentle. “There. Perfect. It’s like it was made for you.” I couldn’t speak. My **** was fully hard now, straining painfully against the satin lining. A bead of pre-cum had already escaped and I could feel the slippery warmth of it against the inside of the dress. I smoothed the front of the skirt with both hands. The satin gleamed under the fluorescent light. I looked sill looked like a bloke in a dress. A big, soft, blushing, overweight very happy bride. When I finally stepped out, both women were waiting. “I’ll take it,” I said. Whilst the younger woman unhooked and unzipped me, the silver-haired woman rang it up. “£49. Cash or card, love?” I handed over my card. I left the Charity Shop with the dress folded carefully in a large carrier bag, the memory of satin against every inch of my skin still electric. And for the first time in years, I didn’t feel like I was hiding. I felt like I was finally beginning to find myself.

And business woman

Hi, I'm new here. In fact I am new to crossdressing. I'm looking for genuine trans / crossdress people to chat to and discuss the whole thing. I did wear women's underwear when I was a young Naval rating, but was terrified of getting caught. Then I got married and had kids. Recently I found myself on my own and feeling inclined to become more femme. I am not attracted to men, but I have always wanted to be a woman.

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."

Man, I feel like a woman

A photo my new boyfriend took of me on our date:

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Just got done shaving for my date tonight! We're going to shower together! Kisses!

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What should I wear today?

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I met a really wonderful man last night We met at one of my favorite places in San Diego’s Hillcrest neighborhood—Baja Betty’s. It’s a spot I go to often and one of the few places where I feel completely safe being my true self as a trans woman, where I can relax, let my hair down, and just be me.

We started talking and somehow time just disappeared. The conversation flowed so easily, and we kept discovering how much we had in common. He’s older than me—I’m 47 and he’s 76—and honestly, it feels kind of perfect. I don’t have “daddy issues,” but I am very drawn to older men. I love the calm confidence, the grounded, paternal energy, and the way they make me feel cared for and protected.

What makes it even more special is how beautifully complementary we are. In public, he’s very masculine—confident, composed, and steady. In private, he’s a crossdresser, which he shared with openness and trust. That balance, that shared understanding of gender expression and vulnerability, made me feel seen in a way that’s rare.

I’m trying not to get ahead of myself—we did just meet—but there was definitely a spark A sense of comfort, attraction, and mutual understanding that felt natural and exciting. We just fit. I’m really hoping this sweet beginning turns into something meaningful.

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This is one of my favorite bras. I still need to learn how to do makeup and wear a wig right or style my hair to be more female, but this bra helps with the illusion.

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Good morning sweets! What's on your schedule today? I met an incredible man last night and I hope we develop a great long-lasting erotic, romantic and intimate relationship! Kisses!
-Chrissy

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Hmmm.....don't think I can actually give a speech dressed like this?? LOL


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