Rainbow candle... My adopted granddaughter made cake with candles for me and one of them she insisted should be rainbow arch... It was one of those moment when kid suddenly feels truth not ever knowing neither details nor meanings... Or does she feels my hidden life as Kate. I am so amased🌈 How do they feel it?

I know there are a lot of wounded people in crossdressing, wounded not physically, but spiritually. I have many wounds in my soul myself. I just want to leave these lines. You will remain outside, Or you will decide to enter, You will surrender your mind, or your soul — There are only two paths. If you enter — where do you go next? To the right is the path of truth, to the left — of falsehood. You might get so lost that you suddenly start to run Along winding pathways, where bones can't be collected. And having traveled many miles through faceless spaces, To end up in useless and wild places, In places of waiting, where people simply wait. They wait for a train to leave, They wait for a bus to arrive. Or a plane will carry them away, Or a letter will suddenly arrive, Or the rain will fall, That the phone will ring Or the snow will fall, They wait simply — for “yes” or “no”, Or a string of pearls, Or a copper basin, They wait for how they should be Or for a new chance. I edited the photo a bit after reading these lines to illustrate that our path isn't always paved with flowers. But... "show must go on" (с) - Freddy Life goes on, no matter what it is.😘😊💪

Who Am I Today Verse 1 Who am I today? Am I the same as yesterday? Or have I changed a little more, moving closer to that distant shore. Chorus Two lives inside of me, two truths, two destinies. One that hides, one that breaks free— both are real, both are me. Verse 2 The night dissolves, the morning stays. I walk the line of shifting ways. Each breath I take, a choice is near— which voice I follow, which disappears. Verse 3 But in the silence, I still believe that something brighter waits for me. The world can be better, I can be too— whichever self steps forward, it’s still true #twinklelittlestar

So Frankly Verse 1 So frankly, I don’t have much time For the world as it is today And frankly, I just don’t care What all the silly people say Pre-Chorus If I’m to speak frankly I won’t hold back, I won’t run I might give you both barrels From my smoking gun — oh, how much fun Chorus So frankly, I don’t have much time For the noise, for the lies, for the play So frankly, I don’t have much time For the world as it is today Verse 2 I see the headlines, I hear the spin Empty promises, recycled sin Why should I bow, why should I wait? I’ll write my own lines, I’ll change my fate Pre-Chorus If I’m to speak frankly The mask will come undone I might give you both barrels From my smoking gun — oh, how much fun Chorus So frankly, I don’t have much time For the noise, for the lies, for the play So frankly, I don’t have much time For the world as it is today Bridge No chains to bind me, no script to read No false religion, no hate to feed If I’m to be honest, if I’m to be free The truth I carry will carry me Chorus (repeat/fade) So frankly, I don’t have much time For the noise, for the lies, for the play So frankly, I don’t have much time For the world as it is today.

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

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

Behind the Mask It’s 4am, the city sleeps Shadows hide the secrets we keep Faces blur beneath the glass Truth is waiting behind the mask Behind the mask Every smile, every disguise A thousand stories in my eyes Behind the mask The world pretends, but I can see A brighter light guiding me to the end Voices drift through crowded streets Lonely hearts in the dark still meet But love begins where lies grow thin Truth is waiting behind the mask Behind the mask, we are one, No more hiding, no more run Behind the mask, the truth will shine The world can be better, yours and mine

A poem hoping many of you will relate,tell me if you relate. Mirror to my soul,don’t flinch- Show her:the girl the glass denies. Lashes like dusk on velvet skin, Cheeks brushed with dawns first rose surprise. Beneath the lie of broad,hard lines she arches-swan neck,lilac throat, breasts soft as secrets,hips that shine in satin light no stranger wrote. The world sees stone;a few hearts know the mirrors truth:her feminine glow.

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

🌸 Between Silk and Skin: Understanding the Line Between Crossdressing and Being Transgender By Chrissy “Maybe I’m not one or the other. Maybe I’m something in between—and that’s okay.” 🧠 What’s the Difference? When people hear “crossdresser” and “transgender,” they often picture the same thing—or get the definitions confused. But these words speak to different experiences, identities, and emotional landscapes. In simple terms: Crossdresser: A person (usually male-assigned at birth) who enjoys dressing in clothing typically associated with another gender, usually for self-expression, fun, comfort, identity exploration, or even erotic reasons. This doesn’t necessarily mean they want to live as that gender full-time. Transgender: Someone whose gender identity is different from the sex they were assigned at birth. A transgender woman was assigned male at birth but identifies as a woman—and may or may not take steps to socially, medically, or legally transition. 🩷 My Journey (So Far) I’m still figuring it all out. For most of my life, I lived as a man—because that’s what the world expected. But in quiet moments, in safe spaces, I allowed my femininity to surface. At first, I called it crossdressing. I liked how I felt in soft clothes, in cute outfits, in long hair and smooth skin. It was sensual… empowering… liberating. But it wasn’t just the clothes—it was me, underneath them. I still don’t know where I fall on the spectrum. Maybe I’m a crossdresser. Maybe I’m genderfluid. Maybe I’m a transgender woman still waiting to be born. What I do know is this: I feel most alive when I’m Chrissy. I feel most whole when I’m seen. I feel most me when I stop trying to choose sides. 🫶 A Spectrum, Not a Binary Gender is not black and white—it’s fluid, rich, and deeply personal. Some crossdressers live full, happy lives identifying as men who occasionally (or frequently) express femininity. Some transgender women started out crossdressing because it was safer than admitting the truth. Others—like me—are still discovering who they are. You might ask: Am I a crossdresser or something more? What does it mean if I like being called “she” sometimes? Do I want to be a woman or just look like one? The answer might be “yes,” “no,” “sometimes,” or “I’m not sure yet.” And all of those are valid. 💬 A Note on Shame and Freedom Growing up, I repressed my feminine side. I feared being laughed at, rejected, or labeled. I used filters to feminize my face online—not to trick anyone, but because I liked how I looked. It made me feel beautiful. For now, it’s my way of being seen. One day, I’ll do the makeup. The hair. The outfit. One day, I’ll walk outside and own her. For now, I’m just beginning. If you feel the same—if you’re navigating the space between crossdressing and being trans—you are not alone. 🎀 Final Thoughts You don’t need to rush toward a label. You don’t need to transition or explain yourself to anyone. You don’t need to choose “male” or “female” like you’re checking a box. You just need to be—whatever that means, however that looks, however long it takes. You’re not broken. You’re not confused. You’re becoming. And I’m becoming right there with you. What are your thoughts? With love, — Chrissy

About “Shemale Chrissy” Hello everyone, I want to introduce myself and share a little bit of my story with you. This is a space where I can express who I am—openly, honestly, and without shame. I’m still exploring parts of my identity, learning more about myself every day, and I hope to find friends, support, and maybe even a sense of belonging along the way. I want to clarify that I mean no offense to biological women. I deeply respect the struggles and experiences they have faced and continue to face. I acknowledge that I will never fully understand what it feels like to be a woman from birth, nor can I claim to have experienced that journey firsthand. That said, I’ve always felt more feminine than masculine and genuinely enjoy being perceived as a woman. Given my age, I don’t believe I can—or want to—fully transition or live as a woman full time. In truth, I may simply be a crossdresser who expresses their femininity in ways that make them feel whole. What matters to me is being able to embrace and live that side of myself authentically, even if it isn’t “traditional.” I also want to be honest about the terms I use to describe myself. I sometimes refer to myself as a “sissy” or a “shemale,” among other words. I mean no offense by these labels—they’re simply part of how I’m exploring my identity and finding language that fits me. Sometimes I use filters or soft edits in photos—not to trick anyone—but to help me live out a personal dream or fantasy, even just digitally. It’s for me, a way to see myself as I’ve always imagined. I like showing off and receiving compliments on my body. Growing up, I never really got that kind of positive attention, and expressing this side of me now is both empowering and healing. Recently, I’ve also realized that I want to showcase this part of myself more openly—perhaps even as a model. For me, this isn’t just performance; it’s a way to claim my identity and celebrate my femininity with confidence. Yes, some of the content I create and share is adult or pornographic in nature. I understand that’s not for everyone, and I respect that. But for me, it’s an expression of pride, sensuality, and self-love. More than anything, I’m here to find friends, support, and community—to connect, share experiences, and network with people who understand or want to learn. Thank you for your understanding and support. ❤️#crossdresser #shemale #sissy #lgbtq #nsfw #crossdressing #gay #trans #gurl #bio #transgirl #tgirl #transwoman #transgender

The power of feeling feminine is so much more powerful and I can’t resist but to tell the truth I really love dressing and feeling feminine

It's interesting how supportive yall are on here,but day to day in my life this would be taboo to everyone lol,truth be told for awhile I've been plugging my ass wearing panties buying more panties dressing in lingerie and going to town with a machine,at times I feel like dog crap but the orgasm from impaling myself is just other worldly had I found this site earlier id be calling someone daddy and being someone's trans wife,I've thought about it days on end how it could have been but we make choices and have to live by them,so im definitely closeted bi sexual no doubt about it

❌ Myth: Crossdressing is always about sexuality. ✅ Truth: For many, it’s about identity, comfort, or self-expression.

Every time someone chooses truth over fear, something beautiful happens

It takes more courage to wear the truth than to hide behind expectations.

I will always try and give advice to others on here, I'm not an expert, and I'll always be honest, but some of you find it hard to accept the truth, when you post a pic of yourselves dressed like a prozzie, to go to your local Tesco's, in your Pussy Pelmet (short skirt), your black stockings, and your red heels, you get 'funny' looks from people or derogatory comments, then you moan about it, we get enough hate on social media from the transphobes as it is, stop feeding them the reasons why they do it, you can look sexy and not look like a prostitute

True beauty has no gender - only truth, expressed freely

Listen up, world, catch this brand new verse, 'Bout love that has no limits, no curse. Doesn't matter who you are, boy to boy, girl to girl, If a spark ignites, throw prejudice out of your world. The heart doesn't choose by old rules they wrote, It just beats on, giving its special light, note by note. And if your world is colored not like the rest, It means you're unique, truly blessed. Let the haters hate, let them whisper behind, Your truth is the power, always with you, you'll find. Raise the flag of your soul high, don't be shy, 'Cause in this diversity, real life does lie! The rainbow beat pounds in the chest, can't be stopped, Love is love, it can't be forbidden, can't be dropped! Two hearts in unison, whatever their gender's call, It's pure magic, the greatest thrill of all! So live and love, breathe deeply, be bold, The world gets brighter from the truth you hold! Someone will find their happiness where others didn't expect, Build their own world, where only good laws connect. Two hands will intertwine, two gazes find their reply, And in this union, no doubt or sorrow will lie. This is the path to yourself, through thorns to your stars bright, Being honest with yourself – that's our main instinct and light. And everyone deserves to be understood, accepted right here, 'Cause in each of us, a special song is clear. Let the haters hate, let them whisper behind, Your truth is the power, always with you, you'll find. Raise the flag of your soul high, don't be shy, 'Cause in this diversity, real life does lie! The rainbow beat pounds in the chest, can't be stopped, Love is love, it can't be forbidden, can't be dropped! Two hearts in unison, whatever their gender's call, It's pure magic, the greatest thrill of all! So live and love, breathe deeply, be bold, The world gets brighter from the truth you hold! 'Cause we're all under one sky, by the same moon's light, And everyone seeks warmth, understanding, love's true height. Not walls to build, but bridges across hearts, So the music of life plays without end, without starts. Acceptance – that's the key that opens all doors around, My friend, this is the truth, on solid ground. The rainbow beat... for everyone... without limits... Roxana said it - so it is... Peace and love.

All or my gorg fav pics are of me no joke no lie mean this not hear play gmes i hear o tell the truth and nothing but the truh ok

Truths

Wellicanseenobodyheretakemeserious about wanting to date someone who's gay and has already become a girl from being a man and I'm telling the truth I want someone that's already been turned from being a man into a woman that will date me marry me and start a life with me and a family with me if no one on here believe me or takes me seriously they can leave me alone and pass me on by because I'm serious I'm tired of being alone and single all my life has reason I'm here trying to find someone to be with and settle down and start a life with and a family with

So i found out my step brother has been taking the mickey out of me behind my back, he found it highly hilarious to say to my younger in a pub full of people "is Amy coming tonight " now I'm not trans, i enjoy crossdressing and when i told my family it was in complete confidence and trust and he just flaunts it around like a joke letting people I've never even met about this side of my life! Im so angry because its not HIS secret, not HIS truth to tell its mine!!!!

Have you taken the 2025 Crossdresser Survey? I would LOVE to hear your thoughts, feelings, fantasies and experiences. It's live on www.JennyRaven.com or in the link in bio x #crossdresser #truth

after having made certain things clear here now I continually find people who come to the profile twice each time now I wonder if they will come out of simple curiosity or will they come to report en masse because no one accepts the truth that I have said and will never accept it and this it made them burn inside no one in these months that I have been here has managed to prove to me that everyone here is as friendly as they say they are because I have only received hostility simply for having been labeled even before knowing me if there is anyone capable of proving me that I am wrong and that such intelligent people exist, not of those who only throw digs, I would be happy to have a constructive dialogue, the question is: do they exist? and above all, is this trend that everyone suddenly comes to look at my profile randomly after in my previous post I explained to a couple of users how this app really became?

Gotta live my truth, not keep it bottled in, so I don't lose my mind.

Hi there girls and boys I'm new to this app and well truth is I really like being a girl and dressing up and I'm looking for friends to help me out of the closet.

Hello , Thanks for accepting me. I'm Mistress Deborahwilson by name, 29 years old, I'm looking for a good, honest, truthful, obedient and understanding slave to own and collar 24/7 in the Bdsmlifestyle again

Do I look fat ? Tell an old girl the truth

Telling the truth I think it’s time for me to leave this site haven’t time now as I’m still battling depression and anxiety. Need to sort my head out x take care all

When I looked in the mirror, I almost couldn't believe what I saw. It was like I was selling the truth for the first time. I felt a joy I had never experienced before. 😘 😘 😘 😘

Good afternoon everyone! I hope you're all having a lovely day. I'm currently looking at shoes. In truth I've never owned or even worn a pair of high heels that actually fit me. Of course it is tempting to go extreme and buy one with a massive heel but I'm going to assume that'd be a bad idea if I wanted to actually walk in it. These are the ones I'm currently contemplating: https://translife.uk/product/seduce-420v/?attribute_pa_colour=black-pu&attribute_pa_shoe-size=uk-10-us-13-eu-43 Thoughts for a starting pair?? #Sexy #DressingGown #BlackPanties #Stockings Lexy