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Forgive the long post, but I was doing some journalling this evening as I reflected on a few things. In a moment of clarity I managed to come up with some really interesting self-realisations, particularly about why I dress. And I wanted to share them somewhere! I began to realise the other place I adopt some of the same habits and mental approach to crossdressing is when I've done tabletop role playing like D&D: I get really involved in 'immersing' myself in a character at the table, and get really deep into their mannerisms and subtle nuances of their backstory. I think me being Bethany is very much the same. I know I have no intention of even transitioning. However, she is a role or a character I just love to put on and play sometimes; suddenly I'm making backstory, writing lore, adding costume. I'm not necessarily trying to become her, I just want to play the role authentically. I think as a way of framing myself, I find that so helpful to register. Hopefully it resonates with others too.🙂

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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.

Can't believe it's been a couple of months already since my last post. But things have been progressing, slowly but surely, which is anticipated. I can check on this later for sure but the biggest breakthrough, for me anyway, was that I finally broke sub-80kg body weight and losing weight has been consistent, now hovering around the 78kg area. Soft target is 72kg, which finally feels like it's within striking distance! 😤 Have found that I REALLY respond to the goth look and aesthetic. Loved this ensemble and thank my friend profusely for helping me make it look good (least I think so anyway. Haha). Would love to hear your guys' feedback. ❤️

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Hi everyone, Sissy Sophie is feeling really submissive and naughty tonight, would love to have someone take complete control of me all night, telling me what to wear and what to do to please you, please message me and i promise I will be a good girl 🥰

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One wish ... I so much wish Warm kisses With a girl... Bigirl Who needs my dresses not the man at all Who understands What means my subtle touch... Who could confess Orgasmic gentle match Who wants the solitude of girl... Not owned by man at all ... With touch of playful lips That makes defences fall When dresses  left aside And trembling breasts will meet... I so much wish We might Have kisses While we sit... With coffee Darling... I am yours One touch One kiss One juxtapose...

Is it just me or is the general consensus that if you like to wear women's clothes you are a sissy or submissive? Open for discussion

I had a dream a few nights ago. Stranded on an island with a dozen men. Among the things that surived the shipwreck was a trunk full of womens clothing and cosmetics. I tried on every item and they were all in my size. For three days i was treated like a lady, then ???? This photo is a reimagining of what the dream could have been about - pirates or could have been regular sailors. ------ another subject - i have some great wedding photos - but i am looking for a top who might want to reimagin with me as my groom. Any takers? 🥰

Santa & Mrs. Claus: Threeway at the North Pole Continued: She jumped up and down on my ****, as she was doing that I was massaging her boobs. Then I sat up and kissed her, we exchanged tongues and sucked on each other's lips as I groped her backside. Her age was far from my mind. I was able to force her on to her back on my bed so I could top her. It has been way too long since I was in that position over anyone, especially a woman. It felt so good to be the dominant alpha, the one in control, for a change. Normally I am very submissive and only receive...again, being treated like a girl. And I could tell Mrs. Claus was enjoying it, too. The moans, cries, screams, and yells and other sounds she was making, plus the huge smile on her face, told me she was in Heaven. I plowed her over and over....the bed was shaking back and forth as I thrusted into her again and again...getting deeper each time...her old but wet ***** felt like a moist velvet glove around my rock hard penis and I wanted very much to seed her and leave my DNA in her. I was going to conquer Santa's wife, Mrs. Claus! "Ho, ho, ho!" Just then we heard that now familiar and loud, hearty laugh come from outside the room. "Damn!" Exclaimed Mrs. Claus. "Santa is home! He's early!" I didn't climax, but pre-cum did leak into her vag as I asked, "what do we do?" She pushed me off her and got up, fixing herself. "Cover yourself back up," Mrs. Claus instructed. "Try to look innocent." I did. Just then Santa walked in. Again, looking like the stereotypical Santa from every commercial and holiday movie or story. "What is going on here?" he demanded. "We found Chrissy hurt after a bad crash and brought him back her to recoup," Mrs. Claus explained. "Chrissy?" Santa asked with a smile, obviously reminiscing about the time he fucked me. He then saw me laying in bed. "CHRISSY!" he then yelled joyfully. "Ho, ho, ho! Imagine you being here! Ho, ho, ho!" We were able to relax now knowing how happy Santa was. "Did Mrs. Claus take good care of you?" Santa asked me..

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I think some of my confusion as Cat is becoming clearer. It's very nice to dress as a sex doll and that's fine for fun, but I want to look like most of you too, I envy your feminine elegence. I don't have alot and I in terms of crossdressing I am extremely amateur. I would love to fully bring the lady out in Cat for once. Tbh, I like cosplaying as a sissy, but really I am not one, I am just not submissive in nature. I want to feel like a lady for a change instead of an object., for me.

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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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Sitting here alone wearing a satin thong and matching bra heels with ankle straps a black blouse with a short red Minnie skirt, I've just put on fake nails and makeup and wig, I feel so sexy, and I want someone to share the experience with, yeah would love to be submissive and be a discreet gurl for the right person xxx

Hi sweets! 💋 Just a little FYI: I’m not looking for a Mistresss or Dominatrix, and I’m also not interested in a long-distance online Daddy or Master. I know this site is based in the UK, so most of you are probably Europeans — and that’s totally fine! I just love sharing here, meeting new friends, and if you ever make it to the States, especially San Diego, then hit me up! ☀️🇺🇸 I’m finally embracing my true gender identity, though I’m still a bit unsure whether I’m a #femboy (or #femman), a #crossdresser, a #sissy, or even #transgender. What I do know is that I’m the #girly #feminine #submissive receiver in a relationship. I love appearing as a #gurl and being treated — and thought of — like one. 🌸 I can be friends with fellow #crossdressers #sissies #trans and #femboys, and I get along great with #Mistressess too — but romantically, I’m attracted to masculine, manly men. I have such a soft spot for hairy men (I love the feeling of my smooth fem body against their strong, hairy chests 😍) and for older, mature men. I’m 47, so “older” to me means 50 and up… honestly, the older the better! So again, I’m not looking for a Mistresss or even an online Daddy. We can absolutely be friends — but I’m not paying for anything, and I can spot scams and pros a mile away. I’m here to connect, network socially, and show off a little. Thank you for reading! 💖 Kisses, Chrissy

Unraveling the Thread: How Clothing Has Been Used to Subjugate Women—and Why That’s Changing (continued) By Chrissy Clothing as Power—and Resistance Throughout history, clothing has helped define who was allowed to hold power. Male garments—uniforms, suits, boots—were made for authority. Female garments were not. This is why women were long excluded from spaces of governance and decision-making. Until just a few decades ago, women couldn’t wear pants in courtrooms or on the floor of the U.S. Senate. Power had a dress code—and that dress code was male. Today, those lines are blurring. The rise of androgynous and gender-neutral fashion challenges the old binaries. More people are rejecting the idea that clothes must conform to “male” or “female.” Icons like Harry Styles, Elliot Page, and Indya Moore are showing that fashion can be fluid, expressive, and liberating. Yet, as someone living with a transgender identity, I still feel the weight of those norms. When I wear a bra or slip on a dress, I’m not just “playing dress-up.” I’m aligning myself with my truth. I’m saying to the world—even if they can’t see it yet—that I know who I am. The Future: Beyond Gendered Fabric We are in the midst of a slow but powerful revolution. The #FreeTheNipple movement, the rise of unisex clothing lines, and the increased visibility of trans and nonbinary voices all point to one truth: gender expression cannot—and should not—be policed by fabric. But the work isn’t done. We still live in a world where a child in a skirt is bullied, where a trans woman is judged by her ability to “pass,” and where freedom of clothing is still a privilege, not a right. So yes, I dream of a world where clothes mean only what we want them to mean—where they’re tools of expression, not oppression. But until then, I will continue to express my identity, my truth, my womanhood—even if it’s still beneath the surface, hidden under layers. Because to wear what makes you feel like you is an act of quiet rebellion. And sometimes, rebellion begins in a closet. What are your thoughts? Love, Chrissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #CD #gurl #sissy #sissyboy #trans #tgirl #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #ladyboy #femboy #shemale

Unraveling the Thread: How Clothing Has Been Used to Subjugate Women—and Why That’s Changing By Chrissy Why do women have to cover their chests while men can go shirtless in public? It’s a question that may seem simple—but carries profound implications about gender, power, and control. What we wear has never been neutral. Clothing is one of the most immediate ways society tells us who we are, or who we’re allowed to be. And when it comes to gender, clothing has been weaponized—especially against women—for centuries. But this isn’t just about history. It’s about lived experience. It’s personal. My Own Journey Through the Fabric of Gender As someone still exploring my own gender identity, this topic isn’t abstract. I was always a little more feminine than masculine, even as a child. For years, I repressed it—hiding behind "boy clothes" and what society expected of me. But in time, especially through the support of loving partners and close relationships, I came to embrace not only my homosexuality but something even deeper: the truth of my transgender identity. I am a woman—a female self long trapped in a male body. Though I firmly believe clothing shouldn't define gender—because gender identity is internal, not sartorial—clothing still does carry that symbolic weight in our world today. And so, until I find the strength to publicly transition, I express my femininity in the ways that are available to me now: I wear bras and female underwear every day in secret beneath my outwardly masculine clothing. In private, I allow myself to wear skirts, dresses, lingerie, and the soft, beautiful fabrics that make me feel aligned with my true self. It’s not about performance. It’s about presence. It’s about reclaiming what was always mine. The History of Clothing as a Tool of Gender Control To understand how we got here, we must look back. Clothing began as a means of protection. But from early civilization onward, it evolved into a tool of social stratification—and eventually, a means of gender control. Ancient societies created strict visual codes for women, emphasizing modesty, submission, and containment. While men wore tunics or armor suited for movement, battle, and public life, women were wrapped, tied, bound, and veiled. The message was clear: men moved freely through the world. Women did not. In medieval and early modern Europe, this dichotomy hardened. Men's clothing was practical. Women’s clothing was restrictive, ornate, and often uncomfortably symbolic. Corsets, crinolines, and hoop skirts made running, fighting, or even breathing difficult. These garments weren’t just fashion—they were cages. If you were wearing a dress, you weren’t riding into battle. You weren’t speaking in court. You weren’t commanding an army or a kingdom. You were ornamental. You were controlled. Modesty, the Female Chest, and the Double Standard These patterns persist today—nowhere more clearly than in the sexualization of the female chest. The fact that a man can walk down the street shirtless without a second glance, while a woman can be arrested for doing the same, speaks volumes. This isn’t about modesty. It’s about power and shame. The female chest has been hyper-sexualized while simultaneously shrouded in taboo. This serves to objectify women and punish them at the same time. Even breastfeeding in public is controversial in many places—seen not as natural or maternal, but as obscene. This double standard is part of a larger system that says women must be desirable but modest, visible but not too loud, strong but not threatening. And clothing is the vehicle through which these contradictory demands are enforced. Clothing as Power—and Resistance Throughout history, clothing has helped define who was allowed to hold power. Male garments—uniforms, suits, boots—were made for authority. Female garments were not. This is why women were long excluded from spaces of governance and decision-making. Until just a few decades ago, women couldn’t wear pants in courtrooms or on the floor of the U.S. Senate. Power had a dress code—and that dress code was male. To be continued in next post... Love, Chrissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #CD #gurl #sissy #sissyboy #trans #tgirl #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #ladyboy #femboy #shemale

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One of these days I'm gonna release the full set for these but just uploading one as a mini celebration. Started this journey at March of this year and weighing in at 100 kg. For a 5'8" guy, I had not realized how perilous that was and recently having connected with my urge to crossdress, getting fit seemed like a good fit. For a while now, it just seemed I had hit a 80kg wall. Good progress for sure but I've been aiming for 73kg as the soft target for health but stretching that to 64kg for figure purposes. Well, now for the first time in a while, finally hit sub-80 at 79.55kg. Pretty sure it's just the first fluctuation but I'm elated my efforts seem to be working. Now for those next 7kg and further to come! ❤️‍🔥