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Cristianne Kelly's Story

I started dressing in my early teens to satisfy this compulsion that grew within me. The need to express my feminine side is part fetish, part fantasy, part escapism, and part thrill. Whatever it is, I feel like this completely different person when Cristianne is able to come out and play. As I've grown older, I've found that my dressing is driven less by the need to satisfy a fetish and more by the need to express this wonderful woman that resides somewhere deep inside me.

To that end, I've become a bit more serious in developing my look recently and have acquired more girlie things than I ever had in the past. Nobody who knows my male side is aware of Cristianne, and I will likely keep it that way.

For the time being, I'm happy keeping Cristianne behind closed doors with some brief excursions onto the internet in the hopes of meeting some kind, friendly, and interesting people. I've always been very transparent on Facebook. I share images of myself, of experiences in my life, of my creative endeavors, of my strengths, and, certainly, of my weaknesses. I share my identity with you all.

For a long time, a part of me has been conflicted about matters relating to gender. I was born a boy, but I've always felt just as much a girl. I feel that way now more than ever, especially as I've been lucky enough to retain very fine, youthful features and a very feminine body, even as I've aged.

In the end, I've come to understand that I can be both boy and girl — both, either, neither. And with that has come immense freedom. I use Facebook to give others a look into this identity of mine, and I'm grateful for the amazing people I've come to know. We have a shared experience, and I'm thankful for it.

For me, the experience of androgyny and of exploring my femininity is not inherently sexual. Yes, it figures into my own intimate experiences, and it figures into the images I create. A body is a beautiful — and, yes, sexual — entity. But for me, this feminine identity is not a fetish. It's not a way to get off. It's a way to express who I am at a fundamental level.

I have very liberal attitudes toward sex, and I appreciate erotic and sensual imagery as much as anyone. Indeed, I create it on a regular basis; I've shared that part of myself as well. And for those of you who have admired what I've created, thank you. It means the world to me. And if it stirs something sexual deep inside you, then I consider it the highest form of accomplishment. There's nothing wrong with being sexually aroused by an image. All I ask in return is that you continue to view this as art, as a person's life, and not just an image on a website.

Comments

  1. I am a Crossdresser in Brussels and feel well treated in tearooms dressed in skirts, pumps and a gorgious bossom at display. I miss soulmates to crossdress together. Can i post a photo here ?

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  2. AnonymousJune 07, 2022

    Very beautiful

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  3. Simply Fantabulous Cristianne I'd have never known about your other side you"Look Like A Natural Woman" to me

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  4. Christina, I can relate to your story in so many ways. My story begins much earlier than yours and has been with me before, now, and ever shall be. I have explored virtually every aspect of being a girl, a woman and a now sadly, a matron. I believe that until I breath my last breath, I will always be the woman with-in. Love and peace to you in your womanly world.

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  5. Rachel Lisa CoxApril 21, 2024

    I can totally relate..None of my family or friends knows about my Rachel side. I’m keeping it that way too. Unlike you, I have never been dressed up with anyone before. I have a presence on FB. I was 5 years old when I began dressing. It just felt good. I wore thick glasses as I was growing up and into adulthood. I was the one who was always picked last. No girls really showed an interest in me either. So I became my own girlfriend as an escape. Too much more to tell than I want too here. I did finally have a long relationship which lasted 32 years. She didn’t know about my Rachel side either. I was never good at being a Don Juan. Anyways I’m back to square one. This weekend watching how women carry themselves and act. I don’t think could do it. My body size is XL at a minimum. I don’t have the desire to transition either. Be safe Christianne.

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