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.

Hello, my sisters and admirers. 💋💋💋My boots finally arrived, and I decided to try them with some leather shorts that I've been wearing for a while. 😜I'll be pairing this look with other pieces again and again. The boots are great, I love them.😊 They're the perfect choice for me, in terms of design, price, and size.

It's been a while since I wore this corset, so tried it on tonight, still fits nice 😍And it's the perfect garment for sitting drinking a large glass of Bordeaux 😆💋💋💋

Back to the sea - my body in a great looking swimsuit. AI enhanced background - but really is me in the suit. I do love the beach. Will be in Florida nextweek with a chance to take some great on the beach photos. 🥰 Added - I went clothing shopping today. I got two new womens jeans and a new bikini along with Christmas gifts. I tried a couple of mens jeans on that were a size i used to be able to fit into but i could not squeese my hips in them. The womens jeans were levis and they fitted perfectly. The bikini is beautiful, Bleu Ron Beattie brad. Size C+ - just a bit large for me - but with a pair of slip in inserts it too should fit good. I also got some new perfume. Si Giorgio Armani. Was a fun day🥰

I love reading books. I adore dressing up. Combine these two passions and you have a recipe for… perfect day!

Verse 1 I walk the streets with borrowed light, A picture framed for someone’s sight. Smiles on faces, perfect and small— A thousand windows, none of them mine at all. Pre-Chorus We act the parts that others write, Hide the edges, hide the fight. Under neon, under glass, Something honest waits to pass. Chorus For all the world to see For all the world to be For all the world to love But for me Verse 2 They take our names and bill them bright, Sell us stories dressed up for night. I learn to nod, I learn to play, Forget the map that shows my way. Pre-Chorus But in a quiet corner of the day, A softer truth might find a way. A hand, a word, a light not planned— Small rebellions by an open hand. Chorus For all the world to see For all the world to be For all the world to love But for me Bridge (spoken, intimate) Not for the applause, not for the frame, Not for the headline or someone’s name. I want a place where I can stay— Tender, untidy, simply made. Verse 3 So leave a note on a porch tonight, Share your coat with someone in the cold. These little truths are how we start Turning quiet pieces into heart. Chorus (layered, aching) For all the world to see For all the world to be For all the world to love But for me Outro (fade, single whispered line) For the world to be… But for me. No

You've probably seen an old video about how masterful makeup application can transform your appearance beyond recognition. Frankly, I admire such mastery. It's a level I strive to reach. However, when I try it myself, it doesn't always turn out quite right. Makeup artists make it look easy and simple in videos, but in practice... it's all just not quite right.😆 Yes, I know, practice makes perfect. But you don't get the chance to practice often. My point is, if I post a photo of myself with poorly applied makeup, please don't judge me harshly. In the meantime, enjoy the video; it's worth the time to be amazed and admired.

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

Greetings to you, my dear sisters. And to you, Admirers. I wanted to tell you a little about myself. I started crossdressing relatively recently, about five years ago. I'd been wanting to do it for a while, of course, but I only got around to trying it recently. What did it give me? Well, it motivated me to lose weight, from 130 kg to 78, although my body is still not perfect; my body fat percentage is excessive, in my opinion, and such a significant weight loss couldn't help but negatively impact both my face and body. I also began to better understand women and how they think. When you look at yourself in a dress in the mirror and realize it doesn't suit your figure or the color... Oh yes, now the thoughts of women in the same situation are much clearer.🙂 I've discovered things men don't think about, like how to determine my body type to match it with clothes, my face type to match a wig, my skin tone and undertone to choose the right makeup colors, my overall complexion, and its level of contrast, which helps me choose clothing colors. I'm really interested in exploring all of this. Of course, I'm not perfect at everything. I'm not very good at makeup; for example, I'm still working on my body despite having suffered numerous injuries. Losing weight isn't always a good thing; it exposes problems I never even suspected. 🤔Sometimes my looks look a bit slutty, my wardrobe isn't very large, and I can't find shoes in the right size. I also have to hide my hobbies, like hiding my face in photos, because I get more negativity and threats from the world than positive ones.🤐 But at the same time, there's a sense of harmony and inner peace when I have the rare opportunity to transform myself, even if only temporarily.☺️ My English isn't very good, I use an online translator, and the text may be a bit awkward, so please excuse me. Kisses to you all, sisters, wherever you are.😚😙😚💝

Hey sweets, I wanted to open up and share something real with you—something raw, honest, and close to the bone. If any of this resonates with you, if you’ve ever felt the same hunger, the same questions, the same ache—I’d love to hear from you. You're not alone. Leave a comment, share your truth. With all my heart (and a few kisses), I’ve hated my dick for as long as I can remember—not just for how it looks or what it symbolizes, but for how it keeps me tethered to a version of myself that never felt real. It’s not that I want to erase my body—I just want it to feel like mine. I want softness. Curves. A place to be entered, to be held, to be loved in a way that matches how I feel inside. I want to be her. And in many ways, I already am. I haven’t transitioned. Maybe I never will. But I live in the space between genders like it’s home. Most people have no idea. They see what I let them see. But under my clothes, I’m wrapped in the truth of who I am—lace panties, a matching bra, delicate straps across my chest, sometimes a garter if I need to feel extra pretty that day. It’s not just for arousal. It’s for survival. And always, always, I wear my prosthetic. My fake pussy. My secret salvation. It’s made of silicone—soft, skinlike, shaped just right. The slit is subtle but perfect. There's a hole you can enter, if you know how to treat me. When I slip it on and feel my cock tucked away, my heart slows. My body goes quiet. I look down and see smoothness, femininity, me. Not a fantasy—reality. My reality. I wear it all the time. Not just for sex, not just when I’m alone. It’s part of my daily ritual, part of how I make peace with a body that’s caught between what it is and what I wish it could be. It keeps me close to her—the woman I am when no one’s looking, and sometimes even when they are. Most lovers don’t know how to handle that part of me. They want either a woman or a man, and I’m both and neither. But some—some—see me. They touch me with reverence. They kiss my neck like it’s sacred. They press against the silicone, kiss me through it, call me beautiful. And when they slide inside that prosthetic slit, I feel... loved. Not just fucked. Chosen. Other times, they want what I hide. They pull down my panties and take me as I am. My ass becomes my pussy. They call my cock a girl cock, and I let them, because in those moments it belongs to the version of me who still needs to be worshipped, still deserves to be adored. There's no shame in it. I’m done apologizing for the way I live in my body. But the most powerful moments are the quiet ones—alone, silk between my thighs, hips swaying as I move through the world with my little secret pressed tight against me. The prosthetic warms to my skin. I forget it’s there, and yet I’m constantly aware of it. It doesn’t just hide what I hate. It shows me who I am. Every soft curve, every subtle line—it’s mine. I’ve had men fall in love with me through it. Not just because of how I look, but how I let them in. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. When I let a man undress me slowly, kiss down my stomach, slip his fingers over that smooth slit... he doesn’t just touch silicone. He touches me. He touches the part of me that’s always been waiting to be seen. And when he enters me there, when he moves inside me through that perfect opening, I close my eyes and feel a kind of peace I’ve never known. A feeling that says, This is what it means to be wanted. This is what it means to be a woman. This is what it means to be loved in the body you’ve built for yourself, on your terms. It’s not a costume. It’s not pretend. It’s truth, wrapped in silicone and lingerie and longing. And it’s beautiful. 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

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(How to Spot a Fake) This is a few things you can look for when spotting a Fake Pictures. Of course there is also the The Very Poor Picture which can make things tricky. A high percentage of users use Ai in the form of Apps and Software to change there appearance. FaceApp, Snapchat and manu many more Ai based tools are available to change your appearance. The old addage that says if it's too good to be true then it probably is, a 60 year old will not have Flawless Skin. As you will see Large Body, Big Hairy Arms, Large Fingers, with beautiful flawless Face, errr No, Fake. Many Ai creation Software/Apps struggle to Create Hands, Hair, Facial Skin, Backgrounds. Will expand on this .. Hands take alot of Ai processing power and many times there will be mistakes like, Six fingers, Rings that span two fingers, Hands that Blend into other Bodyparts. Facial Skin is very often not Flawless, Freckles, Spots, Blemishes, Moles, Fine Hair, Often All Missing, If it's Flawless it's more than Likely Fake, unless they are Professional Models, and not likely to be here... Backgrounds are often either Blurry or very Perfectly Random, Often not associated with any other Photo in someone's collection, Sometimes Backgrounds are set in Luxury Rooms with Gold Plated Furniture, Not usually associated with a UK Council Estate, or Someone on Job Seekers Allowance... Common Sense on much of this. Bare Feet can be tricky for Ai Software too same as Hands, Same Rules Apply. Other people in the same photo can end up Morphing into Clothing or even other people's Body Parts, Skin near Skin of two people can be an Ai nightmare so look out for this. Scale is an Ai issue too, look out for Big Heads, Small Legs, way out of proportion Body Parts, all common mistakes. Hairy Chest, Flawless Face, - Fake. Hairy Big/Overweight Body, Flawless Face - Fake. Common Sense Prevails here, Think about who you are looking at, How Old, How Fit, Younger Fit People will use Natural Pictures as they have no need not too. Very Blurred and Poor quality photos are often used to hide something. Look out for photos where every shot shows the head in the same position and looks totally flawless, This is because this Face Position is the best one for the Ai Software/App to make the face look the same each time... Otherwise they may end up looking different... Fakes. Look carefully at the photos you like, don't just see a pretty picture and assume it is real, have a look at others they have done, don't play into there Fake loving hands.... They are trying to make you look a fool because they can con you.... Don't let it be you. This is just the Basics, Hope it helps. After a while you will find it easier to spot these Fakers... Enjoy your new skill

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As you can see in the picture, with the penis clip you hide your penis and it looks like a clit. Perfect gadget to buy.

Which uniform is a perfect fit for me to serve in? Check comments to see pics

Perfection in a single picture 😍😍

Perfect feet 👣👣💦💦 #sissy #nylon #crossdressser #transgender #feminization #bas #collant #pantyhose #stocking #pied #feet #lingerie #maletofemale #sexy #fantasme #lgbt #porn #soumission #bdsm #hosiery #trough #ladyboy #gartbelt #nails💅 #tits #boob #cock

My new shoes and tights, not really the perfect match together 😀

Practice *might* eventually make perfect...

oh my perfect night for robbers to come and rob the object I guard hehe : ) hmmmm looove uniforms : )

These pictures are for a beautiful beautiful mist'ress who wants the perfect sl'ut slav'e.

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OK I don't favour AI generated images as I like to post me as I am, for better or for worse, but this will be a one off. Was talking to a lovely friend of mine who I used to work with for years. By chance they just found out about Josie and we have had a very open and frank discussion about our inner most errmm, 'interests' lol. Seems they have got some amazing kinks too including a love for cd/tv/ts. Who'd have known. One thing is they love big chests as well, so I mentioned about my dream to find the perfect ginger curly hair, and I sent them some pictures of famous people with hair I love, like Lola Naymark (my body swap dream lol), Tal Wilkenfeld... The person got a face pic of me and put it through an AI site and generated some amazing pictures and even short video clips creating a near perfect me ( enhanced my chest too which I'm not complaining about lol). So its scary how I can see my face, maybe some years younger, in these images. I have to admit its me in that face. OK so here's the AI picture. Finally, if anyone can find hair for sale exactly like this, let me know! lol

#pantyhose suits perfect

I been wanting to buy an MG Midget. This would have been perfect huh

Haiiiii my beautiful awesome worthy-of-self-love CD, TS, TG, NB, Female, Male, None of the Above, In-Between, and All of the Above, people :) 💗👋 The world is, what it is, lately! Please try to smile and be happy, be proud of who you are no matter where you are at; and please don't change because of the hateful and small-minded types! If our 🏳️‍🌈 community has shown anything, it is that we are resilient AF, we will always take care of one another, we are a rare type that gets stronger when pushed around, and we are experts in knowing almost nothing in life is permanent! We will be hurt by back-stabbers, we can be such good hearted people and still, we will often lose family and friends and jobs - simply over clothing and makeup!! But life is short and I wouldn't trade being a shape-shifter for anything 😀 I'd go so far as to say that I actually like myself at times (in the right lighting, on perfect makeup days 💋 ) I love sunshine, I love my dog, why do her paws smell so good to me? 🐾 💖 I love slushies, thunderstorms and shiny outfits! ✨️If you have even the smallest amount of love, you remember that you have all of it ❤️🧡💛💚💙🤍🩷💜

(Explicit text warning) Well.. I woke up hard today.. and I do mean solid as a rock.. and it's quite insistent. Not sure what I dreamed about last night, but assumptions say it was epic lol. Right now, I'm in my fave 'wetting' knickers, hold-ups and a white top with red bra underneath (shown in prev pics) and all I want.. is cock. If I could press a button and have a few 'gifted' cd's here right now,.. one pushing into my tight ass insistently, one sucking my rock hard, veiny, sensitive cock from the front.. and one more filling my mouth with semi-hard meat.. oozing sweet precum onto my tongue and lips.. All while we share a bottle of pentyl nitrate, my toy & lingerie collection, and some weed. All three with one job.. pleasúre me.. hit every nerve ending, every sweet spot. Take me to the limits.. fill me with cum, edge me to oblivion. That would be my perfect day right now. Yet.. I've never cammed.. let alone had fun with another CD. I wouldn't say I pass, hence no headshots in my posts.. I envy those who can wear make-up and look feminine, wear a wig etc. even leave the house.. omg that would be amazing. But that's not me.. no anonymity in my small town, I know everyone, and everyone knows me.. or they think they do. So Charli remains reclusive, virginal.. and on days like this.. breathtakingly horny. If you would like to dm me, with a detailed description of what you would do, like to do.. to aid me in the next hour or two., please do! I love hearing what some of you might do.. fave gets some pics that couldn't ever be posted here xxx (With all due... no hairy men please.. no offence, just not my hairy) bag 😉 cd/ts/trans most welcum xxx)

Picked up these jeans on the way home from work.....as the t-shirt says....I love them. Soft stretchy denim, low waist, long leg (perfect for me) and flared/boot cut bottoms at only $15 AUD from the Salvation Army charity shop I couldn't be happier 😉😁👍

When the outfit just feels perfect 🥰

good evening everyone xx, one very happy girl here, treated myself to a new dress today and just got round to trying it on.... it fits perfectly and hugs my curves in all the right places 😊

My second denim mini skirt....a little big around the waist, but the length is perfect 😉

Another Shein delivery today. The bras are perfect size - can get away with c or d boobs in them. The nighties are a bit tight under the arms but great everywhere else and the prices dontvwarrant returning.

New delivery from Temu. One dress and semi-sheer jacket perfect size, and one dress too small all ordered in size 16 (because of shoulder width)