Excited to join. Love lace and mesh

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."

Lovely day in the office, munching mince pies!
#BlackSatinMeshBlouse
#CrossdresserUK
#OfficeSecretary

New mesh breathable.jumpsuit and rockstar purple rhinestone tracksuit

I love wearing this black satin/mesh blouse......

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:

The Interview ...

I'm shortlisted...
Interview...
They want
To see me through...
I opened readily
myself...
Myself
That is not true...
I want to hide
How shy I am
So let them
See what due...
my legs,
my bum in sexy strings in
Dress that is
Seethrough
I feel you are not much impressed...
with play of meshy dress

Yes Sir
I am "ready for"
My job...
And orangy my lips.

I said them yes
All means I'll try
To keep away from kiss
I have of course
much better dress
To serve meal as a doll
And yes of course
I'll slim my chest
That dress may easy fall....

Yes Sir
I'm open,
nothing else
What should I deeply hide?
Except my breast...
But being topless
It is another might...

Yes I am flirty lusty
girl
Who just  shut up and cry...
No Sir
I am not slacky doll
PinUp?
Sometimes
I might...

Tan gloss holdups (M&S ) tan mesh bra, tan nylon miniskirt .. loving today's look.. be lucky if I get anything done around here

Wanna see me getting dressed up ???

Thinking black tights and panties
Thigh high boot high heels
Black bra and a see through mesh dress ????

Hoping ive got sunmink that will fit over these huge S cup tits ive just got

With body and
fishnet tight mesh.
#body #mesh panty

Working on my outfit for pride. It will be my first time in public. Still a work in progress. I can't decide on the mesh top or not.

When I was young, I remember sitting at a new years eve party next to a girl about my age. She wore little silver boat shoes and white tights. Throughout the party she kept slipping off her shoe revealing her soft pink feet visible though the mesh of the semi opaque tights. I was mesmerised, and knew I wanted to dress just the same xxx