WORLD OF CROSSDRESSING: October 2024

Thursday, October 31, 2024

Crosdresser-Dany From Australia

CROSSDRESSER-SPAIN-Carla-Navarro

Vancouver-B.C-Canada-crossdresser-Ava-Harris

He envied girls in frills and lace;
First felt them in a party game,
A flouncy dress against his face.

The crisp straight lines of pleated skirts,
Pink's soft glow and satin's sheen;
The boys like sticks in pants and shirts,
The girls a blur in clothes so clean.

His life's a place so full of treasure,
All he desires within his grasp;
The very thought of all the pleasure,
Is so intense it makes him gasp.

A hem's soft swing against his knees,
The billowing as he sits down;
Mirror's delight and fabric's tease,
Freedom felt to spin around.

He never knew, no way he could
Whilst slipping into pretty socks,
By doing this he one day would
Become one whom a hater mocks.

As years rolled by, he became adept
At mimicking the feminine act;
In secret places dresses kept,
There was nothing that he lacked.

Knees together, he might play the prude,
Or strut about in vulgar fashion;
All depending on his mood,
To get satisfaction from his passion.

He so adores his clothes to wear,
While dancing in a club's bright light;
Gucci, St Laurent, Dior,
Advertise his preference - transvestite.

Crossdresser-Cherry-Los-Angeles

Another Crossdressing poem

He's thrilled by finger's gentle feel

Of a garment not designed for him;
A precious moment he can steal
To succumb to his delightful whim

A skirt's sharp pleat or gentle fold
Can whisk him to a world of rapture;
There's no escape, he's in the hold
Of his imangination's capture.

He strokes, he feels, he finds his joy,
And gets close to total bliss;
An unpretentious girly boy,
Lost in his dream of one sweet kiss.

The Dressing Song - By crossdresser

Smooth legs in stockings, a soft skirt that swishes

Wafting about as I sing and wash dishes,
With lace on the hemline, my slip to me clings
How I adore all my sweet girly things

Fresh as a spring breeze my floral print dresses
Knicks hugging tightly, I play with my tresses
Pleats gently sway as they tickle my knees
When I'm alone I can do as I please

Frills and lace take me to much higher places
Calming and soothing, yet fluffy heart races
Lost in my moments of this strange delight
In sweet girly things I feel always so bright

When the night falls, when the clouds whirl
When the sun seems pale
I simply turn into my favourite girl
And then I don't feel so stale

Running my fingers on thighs draped in white silk
It's good to know there are others of my ilk
Swooning in mirrors and facing the truth
It's lovely to slide from a Robert to Ruth!

Shoes with high heels that can make such a clatter
Ankles are twisting but it doesn't matter
Learning to walk in the wonderful way...
Believe me, it takes more than one single day

Fringe down to eyebrows, hair clamped into pigtails
Held in pink ribbons that flutter like yacht sails
Carried away to where I love to be
Sitting and dreaming, hands clasped on my knee.

When the night falls, when the clouds whirl
When the sun seems pale
I simply turn into my favourite girl
And then I don't feel so stale