Finally back home now will post some pics later or tomorrow so tired

Tiredness

After happy happy time return to work is tiring.
I did not want to make up after tights broke.
Who cares.
If I am old and lost my time I could hardly change it.
It is not heels that could be hidden in wardrobe until better time...

Have a happier mood everybody please...

Touch...

Gentle touch
To my tired neck
Touch
Of fingers
Then palms
Then lips...
I 'll forget
I'll forever forget
Who you were
Who you are
Why we met...
Yes you opend
My hidden door
And your fingers
Will find pearl
On floor
When my dress
Will so suddenly
Fall
You will see
I am innocent girl...

The morning began with a question that, on the face of it, was utterly trivial.

I stood in my bedroom, a sixty five year old widower who had long ago discovered that life could become surprisingly interesting when you stopped worrying quite so much about what other people thought. Across the bed lay two nightgowns.

One was pink, soft and playful. The other was black satin elegant, glossy and just a little dramatic. Beside them were the headscarves that completed each outfit.

eBay had informed me that the postman was due that morning with my latest purchase.

Normally, that wouldn't have required a second thought. I would have thrown on whatever clothes were nearest, opened the door, collected the post and carried on with my day.

But I am a crossdresser, and over the years I had learned that choosing what to wear could sometimes be part of the pleasure itself. Since becoming widowed, those little private rituals had become even more important to me. There was nobody to impress and nobody to answer to. My clothes were simply one of the ways I expressed myself.

That morning, however, I couldn't decide.

So I asked Grok a rather more important question than it probably deserved.

Should I wear the black satin nightgown and headscarf to greet the postman, or should I wear the pink?

The answer came back quickly.

Black.

Grok's reasoning was surprisingly convincing. Black satin, it suggested, looked intentional and put together. Pink was softer and perhaps a little more playful, whereas the black gave the impression that I had actually chosen my outfit rather than simply wandered downstairs half asleep.

The satin would catch the morning light, while the headscarf would bring everything together.

I stared at the black nightgown.

"Well," I said aloud, "apparently we're going for elegant this morning."

I slipped it on.

The satin settled against me with that familiar coolness I loved, and I carefully tied the headscarf around my hair. Then I stood in front of the mirror.

Grok had a point.

There was something wonderfully satisfying about the combination. I didn't look as though I had spent hours getting ready, but neither did I look as though I had forgotten that the outside world existed.

I smiled at my reflection.

"Sixty five," I murmured. "Widowed, retired from worrying about everybody else's opinions, and apparently dressed in black satin to answer the front door."

I laughed to myself.

Then I went downstairs and prepared a pot of tea.

There was something faintly ridiculous about the situation. Here I was, dressed in a glossy black satin nightgown and headscarf, standing in my kitchen listening for the sound of a postal van.

Eventually, I heard it.

The familiar rumble outside was followed by footsteps approaching the front door.

For one brief moment, I wondered whether I'd made the wrong decision.

Perhaps pink would have been less conspicuous.

Perhaps black satin was a little too theatrical for an encounter that would probably last fifteen seconds.

Then came the knock.

I took a breath.

"Normal morning energy," I reminded myself.

I opened the door.

"Morning," the postman said.

"Morning."

He handed me the letters.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Have a good day."

"You too."

And that was it.

The door closed.

I stood there for a moment, looking down at the envelopes in my hand.

The great sartorial crisis was over.

Nobody had fainted. Nobody had called the fashion police. The earth had continued turning.

I burst out laughing.

All that deliberation over black versus pink, and the entire encounter had lasted barely half a minute.

But perhaps that was precisely the point.

At sixty five, after losing my wife and finding myself living a life that was quieter and more private than the one I had once imagined, I had come to appreciate the little decisions.

Sometimes they mattered precisely because they were mine to make.

There was no great occasion. No audience. No requirement that I dress one way rather than another. I wasn't trying to make a statement to anyone.

I simply wanted to wear the black satin.

So I did.

I carried my tea into the sitting room, still smiling.

My late wife had always known that there was a slightly eccentric streak in me. She had seen sides of me that I had once been afraid to show the rest of the world. Since her death, learning to live honestly with myself had become one of the unexpected journeys of widowhood.

Being a crossdresser wasn't something I needed to apologise for.

It was simply part of me.

And on that quiet morning, standing in my sitting room with my tea, my letters and the soft rustle of satin whenever I moved, I felt strangely content.

"Grok," I thought, smiling to myself, "you were right."

The black had been the stronger choice.

And, for once, I was quite happy to take the advice of an artificial intelligence on matters of morning fashion.

Morning everyone, JUST! Having a lazy Sunday after a full English breakfast. Hope you're all having a lovely weekend. Sorry to those whom I fell asleep on this week. Just been too busy and got too tired. But if you wanna chat now, I'm putting my feet up for a bit

Sorry folks, really tired. Night night . Z

Ladies i used to sell all this and a lot lot more but even though i am retired i still have a website www.nicebuttnaughty.co.uk as name suggests it is a whole lot of naughty. If you have questions feel free to ask

Morning girls, I'm going to be rather tired today cos of this heat so please approach with caution lol , xx

My, what a nice person PantyPrincess2 is, taken exception to me not being a 400 pound lardball MAGA moron posting tired transphobic fetishist memes and other people's pics...

"You're a fucking democrat, evil, go jump off a fucking cliff u ****
Completely miserable piece of shit
Nobody would EVER HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH U MORON "
Not exactly eloquent, is he?

Oh dear, how sad, never mind - I'll live my rather enjoyable, allegedly "authentic", life, and pick and choose from the Real People that want to date me (one has persuaded me for Thursday, he's perhaps a bit young, 20 years younger, but not bad looking and very keen!)... While PeePee2 rants at the keyboard and makes a mess in his nappy

Kate goes dancing

Yesterday I finished work late .
Sudden tiredness tried to paralise me , telling go to sleep, do not travel with Kate tonight.
But I did. Orange lipstick on platform.
And She was happy trying to dance on heels. It will take time to recall all forgotten movements an move girly and not wobbly.
I really did not cared what flow of people thought.
Kate came happy and tired. It is a fourth day she wears new heels that she adopted with straps herself...

Dance Dance Dance
Happy Friday Morning Everybody !!!

I’m tired but can’t sleep if only I had something to do 🫦 xx

Hi all, I'm not been able to dress at all now my wife has retired and I'm really missing dressing in the lingerie and dress

So, the time has come where I’m going to stop. I have a very supportive partner and she never liked me dressing, but put up with it because she knew it was part of me. I always said I wanted to stop and had tried in the past, but always ended up going back to it. I realised it became a coping mechanism for when I was stressed. Dressing openly in front of my partner has helped me to realise that I don’t need to dress to relieve my stress. I feel more free, which in turn has helped me become less stressed, which means I now don’t feel the urge to dress. It’s funny, but I think it was almost like an addiction, and now my partner has watched me strut my stuff, the thrill has gone and I don’t need to do it.
It’s been great chatting to a few of you. I wish all of you all the best and I hope you can all find happiness within yourself, whether you’re dressed or in your “boring” boy clothes.
Will I be back? I don’t think so but you never know. If I am I think it would be more as a friend rather than a Crossdresser.
It’s been a blast and I regret nothing. It’s been a big part of my life and helped me through many stressful occasions. It will always be a part of me, but a retired part.
Enjoy yourselves. Be good. Be safe

Feeling tired, had a fantastic night out in Nottingham last night, didnt get back to my hotel room til 1.30am this morning, me and four other cross dressers, get to do it all again on Monday night, here in Derby

I want to tell you sisters how to determine your appearance contrast
1) Take a selfie and convert it to black and white using an editor.
2) Take a lightness scale and apply it to your photo, as shown in the figure.
3) Next, determine the darkest and lightest areas in your photo using the lightness scale.
4) Next, using the scale numbers, subtract the number of the lightest area from the number of the darkest area.
5) Then compare the results:
If the result is 1-3, you have low appearance contrast.
If the result is 4-6, you have average appearance contrast.
If the result is 7-9, you have high appearance contrast.

How can knowing your appearance contrast help you?

High contrast
Rule: Brightness and strong color changes.
How to choose clothes: Combine polar colors and wear pure, saturated shades. Clothing Danger: Dull, pastel, and gray clothes will make you look tired.
Makeup: Boldly highlight your face. Use bold eyeliner, dark smoky eyes, or a rich, femme fatale lipstick.
Prints and Size: Large, bold geometric patterns, contrasting stripes, or large checkered patterns.

Medium Contrast
Rule: Moderation and smooth transitions.
How to Choose Clothes: Choose medium-depth colors and combine similar shades.
Clothing Danger: Radical black and white or acidic colors will drown out your face.
Makeup: Maintain balance. Soft shading, calm berry lips, and natural, muted tones are suitable.
Prints and Size: Medium-sized prints, soft watercolor washes, or low-contrast checkered patterns.

Low Contrast
Rule: Softness and delicacy.
How to choose clothes: Choose pastel, dusty, or sophisticated light colors.
Clothing hazard: Colors that are too dark or too bright will wash out your face.
Makeup: Use translucent textures. The best choices are subtle nudes, watercolor techniques, and lip glosses.
Prints and sizes: Small, subtle patterns, thin stripes, subtle polka dots, or monochrome textures.

Serpent ...

I wish to know
Who I am...
A tragic
Clowness?
I do kiss
Never wishing men
But I am not Princess

You made me deeply
Think
Of Love
That
Was not...
strong
And dark...
It always strange
To feel be loved...
Too long...
Its time...
We part

I thought
What if
I change
My day
And try
All shadows
black
My hair
Getting
Pale gray
And tired
My neck...
My lips still
Shall compare men...
While bored
With your kiss

I wish I never
Met you
Please...
Forget
Forget
My poisoned kiss...


Am I too strange?
That I do wish....
Be lonely again...
I kissed you tenderly...
My kiss
Was honest once
We laid

You wish again
Another lie
Another
Paradise?

I wish you feel
I often cry
When you made
Me to try...

Yes apple's
Poisoned
As your kiss
I feel inside
Serpent...

Cold
Lonely
Unhappy
Miss

Forget
Love
Has it end...

My dreams
That keep
Mind
Paralised
You never known
Them...
I am so tired of lies.
I better be serpent...

"To be honest, I’ve hit a breaking point and finally quit my job. I’m feeling pretty rough right now, but I found these lyrics that perfectly capture why I had to get out. It’s dark, it’s raw, and it’s exactly how I’ve been feeling lately:"

One gulp of coffee, then I sprint to the station,
Dive into the Tube, yawn’s a constant sensation.
I bent over backwards to get here on time,
So hello, hello… it’s the usual crime.
Well, hello to you all and your fucking tired faces!

A sip of some tea, smoke breaks with the herd,
You’re back here again, and it’s frankly absurd.
I don’t smile at strangers, I’ve nothing to say,
I’ve saved all my smiles for you lot today.
Yeah, hello to you all and your fucking tired faces!

When I’ve had quite enough and I’m ready to retch,
I’ll quit this shit job, every miserable stretch.
I’ll think of you all on a grey, rainy day,
How I tore out my hair just to come play the game,
Just to get here and see you...
Well, hello to you all and your fucking tired faces!

I’ll sing of new colleagues like a bird in the spring,
"I'm so glad to be here!" is the song I will sing.
You’re better than them, you’re a different race —
You’re lovely, you’re cool, you’re all over the place...
At least for right now — before you’re just fucking tired faces!

Good night everyone over tired dam insomnia hoping not to wake again early

Oh damn! I'm tired!

Evening everyone how are you all doing ? I am tired today no dress up tonight x sigh x

I've been busy as hell lately... and it's 2:04am here and im pretty tired but i just wanted to say hi 👋🏻 and that i hope all of you are doing well keep being awesome out there

I'm tired of living with someone and it feels like I'm living alone

Ok I’m tired now and leaving for a while, the photo is me driving up the M1 in fish nets and a goth styled skater skirt .
I hope you all have a great weekend I hope to catch up with all later.
Bye bye for now

Had to work overtime at work so tired.

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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I've been busy as hell and my sleeping schedule is all over the place right now.. I'm pretty tired, it's 4:21 am here, and i just wanted to show you guys... my current mani.. 💅🏻 pretty damn awesome..
#nails #nailart

Here's a old picture of me ready for bed after a night out cruising. I forgot to take off lipstick that night. Sorry if it looks off, i was tired

Note: While this drive was real, the story is fictional. This is my fantasy. Will it become true one day? I hope so. And maybe I'll run into you at a truck stop? Kisses!
-Chrissy

My First Experience as a Truck Stop Wh-re or Chrissy — A Night on the Road

I’m not out. Not really.

Not to my family. Not to the world. Maybe not even fully to myself.

By daylight I pass as what people expect: a tall, thin man in his forties, dark hair, dark eyes, quiet, unremarkable. But underneath—always underneath—I carry Chrissy. Smooth skin hidden under denim. Lace and silk where no one is supposed to look. A secret pressed close to my body, warm and constant.

I don’t know yet if Chrissy is a role, a mask, or my truest self. I just know I’m not ready to live her openly.

The drive from San Diego to Prescott was long and lonely, the kind of drive where your thoughts stretch out across the desert like the road itself. I left late—too late, really—and by the time I pulled into the truck stop it was just after four in the morning. Christmas was only days away. The air was cold. The place was nearly silent.

Except for the trucks.

Rows and rows of them, idling and dark, their drivers asleep inside. A whole hidden world resting while the rest of America slept.

Inside, fluorescent lights buzzed. I bought coffee I didn’t really want and a hot dog I didn’t really taste. That’s when I felt it—that familiar sensation on the back of my neck. Being seen.

He was older. Weathered. The kind of man whose life is measured in miles and nights like this. His eyes lingered too long. Not crude—curious. Knowing.

When I stepped back outside, he followed—but not aggressively. He spoke softly, close enough that his voice stayed between us.

“Chrissy,” he said, like it was a question and an answer at the same time.

My heart kicked hard in my chest. Fear and thrill braided together.

We talked. Quietly. Honestly. About boundaries. About money. About what I was—and wasn’t—willing to do. Nothing rushed. Nothing forced. When I followed him to his truck, it was because I chose to.

Inside, the cab was dim, warm, insulated from the world. I shed my outer layers slowly, deliberately, revealing what I’d hidden all night. His attention wasn’t violent—it was reverent. Hungry, yes, but controlled. I felt myself settle into Chrissy fully, like slipping into a familiar skin.

What happened between us stayed there, contained within the cab and the dark and the hum of the engine. Time stretched and blurred. I was present in my body in a way I rarely allow myself to be.

When it ended, I didn’t feel used.

I felt… seen.

He paid me without haggling. Then something unexpected happened: he didn’t boast, didn’t leer. He simply told a few others—men like him, tired men, lonely men—who understood discretion.

I made my own choices again. And again.

Not a dozen. Not chaos. Just a handful of quiet encounters, spaced out across the early hours of the morning. Each one brief. Each one negotiated. Each one leaving me with cash folded neatly into my purse and a strange, steady calm settling in my chest.

By sunrise, I was exhausted—not just physically, but emotionally. Chrissy had been fully awake all night. And she was tired.

Under the Dashboard Lights

The cab door closed behind me, sealing us into a private world of low light and humming machinery. The dashboard cast everything in a muted red glow, like we were suspended inside a heartbeat. I could feel it then—how small the space was, how large he felt in it, how nowhere I could go made everything sharper.

He reached for his phone almost casually.

“Stand right there,” he said.

I obeyed.

My hands shook just slightly as I slipped off my jacket, then my shirt. I could feel his eyes tracking every inch of me, lingering, memorizing. When I was left in my bra and panties—the ones I’d chosen carefully before the trip, just in case—I felt a rush of heat flood my chest and face.

The phone came up.

A soft click.

Then another.

He moved slowly, circling me, telling me to turn, to arch my back, to lift my chin. Each instruction felt like a pull downward, stripping away the version of myself that hides. I wasn’t performing anymore. I was presenting myself. Offering. More to cum....

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Hello all i got tired of people sending me dick pics so i disappeared for a bit but im back now

I'm getting sick and tired of these fake accounts and mistr3ss accounts who constantly harass myself and many others. I joined thinking this would be an escape to make new friends and support people. Now I'm second guessing even joining this site. I may delete my account in the near future and move elsewhere if the admins and owner don't clean this site up!!!

I'm sure many others on this platform feel the same way I do. I'm sure many wanna leave because of the filth that's allowed on here!!

Good afternoon my lovelies. Having a good weekend so far? I'm preparing for a night in with something warming. Gonna put my tired nylon covers toes up and get comfy in front of the box. Of course if anyone fancies disturbing me from my laziness and wants a chat I'll be most obliging

Ran out of time last night, too tired.
Here are a few of my blue outfit while lounging about on my bed before work gets in the way.

Since there are several imature and rude people here and I would add homophobic I removed my personal photos leaving just the backgrounds so at least for those who judge even before knowing I will not leave the pleasure of seeing who I am I am tired every day to find my profile full of rude people who come and block me for no serious reason

Orange Lipstick ...

I'll leave forever
Mon Ami
Just
Travel dress
And orange lipstick
Forget forget
It s not caprise
I am tired...
So empty kiss...

Good morning everyone. You know sometimes it's the simplest things that make me smile. Like this morning opening a fresh pair of pop sox. I'll never get tired of sheer nylon xxx

Good evening girls how are you all feeling today I’m really tired been doing the housework all day now it’s time to relax with a few glasses of wine for me

Good evening my lovelies. Hope Monday has been good to you. Feeling a little low today, think it's just the weather. So.. So tired, but would love a chat between yawns lol xxx

Woke up this morning like this with my better half!! After a fun filled evening, we both were so hot and tired, neither of us got undressed and fell asleep like this!!! Even have the padlocks on my heels still #dirtywhores

Todays visit was to Chippenham and Corsham & Corsham Court.
Randomly picked tbh just because of the distance (wanted to go further away from home than i have been. Walked around Chippenham High Street, Shopping centres, and riverside park.
Corsham Court was very nice and i spoke to most of the people working there (there were guides in each room) and everyone was very polite and non- reactive. (Though in fairness its public on the street who react not staff) And i didnt even attempt to make my voice softer and higher as i normally do ( too tired today). Drive back knackered me out good day out.

Quiet day today - wanted to go out this afternoon but weather not great and fell asleep after shopping (Tesco nowhere exciting) - very tired after yesterdays adventure i think (its an age thing).
Got these bras in their sale though. And also bought several face creams on sale too. Saved as much as i spent so not bad result.

Weathers a bit poopy. Got gardening to do. Thought i had money then realised what things i hadnt accounted for, and only got paid yesterday )
But apart from that its Bank Holiday weekend and it must be taken advantage of.
So hopefully adventure time later today or tomorrow.
(Feeling tired already though - my fault - early morning conversations )

Tired of being kooped up, i wanna ho out tonight. Any suggestions?

so if they're going to date me now it's the time to do it make me the lover whatever they're going to do Now's the Timyou can talk to me whatever you can be my girlfriend be my lover be my wife marry me whatever you want to do if not then I'll be here and everyone I'm tired of this nobody wanting to have nothing to do with me nobody wants to date me nobody won't be my girlfriend or love her to me e to jump in and tell me

Well its looks like nobody go to have nothing todo with me or anybody who translate girls who use to be a man and has become a girl wants to date me or make sweet love with me are them any older translate or transgender who will date me since i can't get no body to date me or is a lesbian or transgender man that become a woman that has kind form into a woman from the United States in America from Ohio who will really date me start a true relationship for me and is a real person and not a thought or a fake person on here or at or a catfish person that's on here and is a real person that used to be a man and become a woman or had a female's body that is still a man that is a turning into a woman or has transformed into a woman and has a female's body Emerald date me and start a true relationship with me and I have something to do with me if not I'm leaving for good and I'm not coming back if no one is going to have anything to do with me and I'm getting tired of it because I'm here trying to find someone to start a relationship with and and replying and I'm tired of no one wanting nothing to do with me are they going out there who is older than me that will date me and have something to do with me any older women that is a lesbian or a trans girl or a sister girl that will have anything to do with me and be part of my life and let me be part of their life or or any 27-year-old do a 49-year-old out there that will date me or older than that I'm on the field date meal here and want me today then

Im so tired of people trying to tell me what to do and being a b**** to me about I'm just trying to find friends to talk to you on here that is not crossdressers transgender stuff like that don't mind if they don't mind I wish they would back off a little bit and let me make friends on here and also for the ones that's new on here and they're looking for friends and stuff I'm single I'm looking for a friend and willing to talk to somebody and date somebody from here that's if anybody is in it and dating me that there's a transgender or a crossdresser and that looks like a girl and is a girl that is a train or a man who is a crossdresser and has switched over and beat it half and half and looks like a woman and act like a woman and dresses like a woman or a woman crossword

I’m sooo tired. Bad nights. Think an early night is on the cards.