Does anyone have a separate cd Facebook account aswell as their male one. I'd like to join some groups but worried my friends will see my posts or comments.

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 The Meeting That Got Out of Hand I showed up to the office dressed in my “Supervisor” uniform — black polo shirt tucked neatly into black pants, shiny work shoes. On the outside, I looked like any middle manager headed into a boring meeting. But under it all, I wore my little secret: a lacy pink bra and panties. Just knowing they were against my skin made me shiver with anticipation. The room looked like an office conference space, complete with a long table, chairs, and quarterly reports scattered around. Five others were waiting — three men in polos like mine, and two women in skirts and blouses. I sat down and kept tugging at my shirt, worried my bra straps might show. That’s when one of the women leaned over and smirked. “Chris… is that lace I see under your collar?” My stomach flipped. I froze, heat rushing to my face. Everyone’s eyes snapped to me. The strap had slipped just enough to peek out. One of the men chuckled, leaning forward. “No way… are you wearing a bra under that uniform?” My hands fumbled at my collar, trying to hide it. “I… maybe.” My voice cracked. The woman reached over and tugged my shirt down just enough to reveal the delicate strap, then the curve of lace against my chest. Gasps, then laughter, but not cruel — hungry. Aroused. “Stand up,” another man said. “Show us.” I hesitated only a second before rising to my feet. Heart pounding, I pulled my polo up, exposing the pink bra stretched across my chest. The room went silent, then filled with low groans of approval. “Fuck, Chrissy,” one of them whispered. “Turn around.” I obeyed, bending slightly. My waistband had slipped low enough that the lacy panties showed above my pants. Someone reached out, tugging them down just enough to expose the curve of my ass. The first touch made me gasp — a hand sliding over the silk, squeezing, then pulling my pants down around my thighs. Now I was standing in front of them in bra and panties, my cock already swelling against the lace. They closed in. A woman pressed her lips to mine, lipstick smearing as her tongue slid into my mouth. Hands roamed everywhere — groping my ass, tugging at my nipples through the bra, cupping my cock through the panties. “Get on the table,” the tall man ordered. I climbed onto the polished surface, lying back as they surrounded me. Someone yanked my panties aside, freeing my cock, already dripping. A hot mouth enveloped me, sucking hard, while another tongue flicked over my nipple, teeth grazing until I cried out. My legs were spread wide, panties shoved down, and I felt a slick finger pushing into my ass, stretching me open. I moaned around the cock one of the men slid between my lips, gagging as he held my head and thrust deep. It was a blur of sensation. One man fucking my throat, another pumping into my ass, their bodies grinding against me while the women took turns riding my face and jerking my cock. The table shook with every thrust, papers scattering like a storm. “Good little slut,” someone growled in my ear as they pounded into me from behind, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the office. My cock spurted across my stomach, hot and sticky, but they didn’t stop. They used me until I was soaked with cum inside and out, my bra twisted, panties torn, lipstick smeared across my face. When it was finally over, I lay sprawled on the table, trembling, dripping, utterly used. The others buttoned their shirts, straightened their skirts, laughing softly as though the meeting had gone exactly as planned. I wiped the mess from my lips, my chest still heaving. “So…” I whispered, voice raw, “should I type up the minutes?” The room erupted in laughter — and I knew I’d just passed my first real office initiation. -Chrissy

At this time I see too much judgment and few people who really want to find good friendships I see it with worried eyes but I still want to try to still find mature people in the world hoping not to find instead of toxic like yesterday and who only know how to judge without knowing first

So my Gf had her sister over this afternoon and she roots around, i think she found my outfits and wigs. #worried #smallhuman

Morning ladies, happy Monday, last day away today, gotta find somewhere for some breakfast then head to site, then back home again tonight, had an amazing few days and really pushed myself into situations I would feel uncomfortable and guess what I had no reason to be worried, everyone I’ve met or spoken to has been completely accepting, and I get to do it all again next month, I promise more pictures next time… Have a great day everyone Love summer xxx

Feeling very lucky ATM... A few weeks ago my wife was asking me what aspects of cd Im enjoying & if there's any I dislike. Couldn't come up with anything bad per se, just that apart from her and a few people online i don't feel i can discuss things like shopping, fashion, how materials feel on etc with many people in my life. Last weekend she secretly arranged for the kids to go to the in laws, and told me I had 36hrs to dress/shop/spend as Karla however I wanted- but she had a plan if i felt extra brave. Taking the mystery option she told me to dress fem under a hoodie and jeans & we headed into the town centre. Perusing the women's wear departments together she asked if I still felt brave- intrigued I said yes. She sent a text and 2 mins later her friend walked in, straight up to me & asked me if I wanted any help picking an outfit! (For context, my wife has-by her own admission, zero fashion sense & little interest. But she had remembered my admiration for her friend's fashion sense & love of clothes) Initially I panicked, but wife took my hand and told me to pick something to wear that evening with her friends help- the venue was my choice. Spent a good 90mins the 3 of us looking at outfits together, initially i was nervous and worried, but with their help i picked out a cute peach bra and panties set, a pair of leather leggings, some tops and a hooded jumper dress. Honestly after 10mins shock/worry we had a blast! When they lead me towards the changing rooms I did hesitate....never tried on & brought clothes in store before. But the sales assistant didn't bat an eye, just directed us to 3 changing rooms and asked us to say of we needed anything. We then went for a coffee together, examined each others choices and had a laugh. Wife then asked if I wanted to head home, for a meal or 'out out'. Her friend replied instantly, 'i want to see the look! So we went back to ours, ordered a Chinese and went through my fem wardrobe, trying several things on. Honestly it was awesome having someone to discuss fashion & make up with (wife will talk about it, but has no passion for fashion😅). Ended the evening wearing full make up & a nightdress having my nails painted, having worn almost all my outfits at one point or another, pure bliss x

Told my daughter tonight about me cross dressing, she was ok about it and thanked me for telling her :) few I was worried about telling her

Good evening all, hope you're having a good start to the week. Weather is miserable here but I'm warm and about to tuck into some tea. Really worried about my wasteline though. Hoping now I feel better my yoga is going to shift some of it before Xmas 😉 xxx