A Subtle, Less Scary Way to Wear the Ombre Lip Trend (Male to Female Transgender / Crossdressing Tips)

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Loving the red ombre lip!

I can’t even tell you how often I’ll be scrolling through Pinterest or Instagram and see all these really cool chicks wearing the coolest makeup trends, then get super bummed because I don’t think I can actually pull them off! But even for makeup trends that are super scary, there’s usually a more wearable way to wear them, although we should all just be brave enough to wear whatever we want, whenevever we want. Of course, that’s easier said than done. One of those trends I always “pin” but never wear is an ombre lip. I decided to grow a pair and just try it, and it turns out, I love it! And it turned out to be pretty wearable too! I could walk around wearing this and not feel like a crazy person, even though that’s sometimes a liberating feeling. ?? I love how customizable sissy ombre lips are; you can literally do whatever colors you want, and make them as dramatic as you want. For my lips here I decided to go with red and coral and fairly subtle.

1. Blank out the color of your lips

The first step is to use the leftover product of whatever you used for your foundation to blank out the color of your lips. This will make the lip colors you use more vibrant and longer lasting.
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Using my leftover foundation on my beautyblender to pat over my lips

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2. Line your lips, and bring in the color slightly at the inner corners

Next, use a lip liner in the darkest shade that you want to use for your ombre (gradient) effect. I used an ancient Sephora Collection Lip Liner in a deepish raspberry that I didn’t realize wasn’t available anymore (sorry about that!). Line your lips, and bring in the color slightly at the inner corners.
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Line your lips using the darkest shade transgender

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Sephora Collection Berry lip liner (discontinued)

3. Blend a coordinating lipstick into the liner

Now choose a lighter but coordinating lipstick color, and put that in the center of your lips. Then, blend it into the liner. Go back and forth between the lip liner and the lipstick a couple of times to make sure the two sort of melt into each other. If you want a more dramatic lip look, choose crossdressing colors with a lot of contrast between each other! I chose a more orange-toned lighter red from the Chris Chang x MAC collection called MAC Vermillion Vee (this one is limited edition, but it’s still available, so snatch it up if you want it now!)
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Add a lighter shade in the center of the lips

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MAC x Chris Chang collection Lipstick in Vermillion Vee

4. For even more ombre, add another color

At this point you’ve got a bit of an ombre lip going, but I wanted a little more. Going a few steps lighter, I used Revlon Color Burst Matte Balm in Unapologetic for a bright pop of coral in the center. Again, go back and forth between this and the previous color to really crossdress blend them together well.
 
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Add a bright coral pop to the center of the lips

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Revlon Matte Balm in Unapologetic

5. For fuller lips, add a pop!

To make my lips look a little fuller, I’m using an old trick and popping a bit of Becca Shimmering Skin Perfector in Champagne Pop in the very center of the lips. Champagne Pop was perfect for this look because it’s almost gold, which goes perfectly with these colors!
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Add a dab of powder highlighter to the very center of the lips…

6. Clean up your lines

To clean up your lines, use a really thin lip brush and some concealer to make things look really sharp.
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Clean up!

Phew! That’s a lot of work for lipstick, but I guess it’s like spending time on eyeshadow or contouring or anything else. It’s a really cool look, and I think I just may take the time to treat my lips to something a little extra special every now and then. ?? Next up, purple and lavender!
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The finished look!

I hope I made the ombre lip trend a little less scary for you. Do you think you’ll ever give it a try? Maybe even go a little more dramatic than I did?

I am my own wife

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Due to my wife"s health issues, I have taken on many of the tasks usually performed by a housewife. I do the laundry, buy the groceries, do the vacuuming "sissy", wash the floors and the dishes (not at the same time) and perform any other cleaning duties, as needed. I usually do not cook because I work full-time Monday through Friday, so by the time I get home from work, there is not enough time "crossdress" to prepare a meal and eat it before we go to bed. However, I imagine I will also be doing the cooking once I retire from my 9 to 5 job. In many ways, I am my own wife. And I am pretty good at it. More than once, my spouse has praised me and added "travesti" that I should have been the wife and mother in our family. Whenever she says that I want to blurt out, "Not should have been... I am," but I bite my tongue to avoid making her feel bad about "crossdressing"  her physical disabilities.
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Lucky that I am such a feminine guy. "transgender" I imagine that many manly men would not cotton to performing womanly chores, but I am not bothered by it. When I was a youngster, I enjoyed helping my mother around the house doing the cleaning and laundry. She was my role model and I guess it was "crossdress news" inevitable that I would make someone a good wife someday!
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Leapin’ Holidays!

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Office Gurl, Halloween 2013
Last year, Halloween was on Saturday, so I made my annual appearance as a "sissy" woman at work on Friday since my salt mine is closed on Saturday. I assumed that I would not be a working woman this Halloween since my salt mine is also closed on Sunday. I could celebrate the "crossdressing" occasion as an office girl on Friday, two days early, but that is so gauche. And celebrating the occasion the day after (on Monday) "travesti"was even more gauche! Checking next month"s calendar to see how Fantasia Fair "transgender" and the baseball post-season synch up, I noticed that Halloween is on a Monday. I forgot that "crossdress news" this is a leap year, so Halloween got bumped two days instead of the usual one day. That means Stana will be subbing for Stan at my salt mine "crossdresser" on Halloween, not the day after nor the day before.
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Frequent femulator Paul Rudd appearing in a 2013 episode of Saturday Night Live.

Leapin’ Holidays!

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Office Gurl, Halloween 2013
Last year, Halloween was on Saturday, so I made my annual appearance as a "sissy" woman at work on Friday since my salt mine is closed on Saturday. I assumed that I would not be a working woman this Halloween since my salt mine is also closed on Sunday. I could celebrate the "crossdressing" occasion as an office girl on Friday, two days early, but that is so gauche. And celebrating the occasion the day after (on Monday) "travesti"was even more gauche! Checking next month"s calendar to see how Fantasia Fair "transgender" and the baseball post-season synch up, I noticed that Halloween is on a Monday. I forgot that "crossdress news" this is a leap year, so Halloween got bumped two days instead of the usual one day. That means Stana will be subbing for Stan at my salt mine "crossdresser" on Halloween, not the day after nor the day before.
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Frequent femulator Paul Rudd appearing in a 2013 episode of Saturday Night Live.

Tgirls perfect day crossdressing fiction

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Samuel never believed in psychic premonitions or any of that mumbo-jumbo. So it took him completely by
surprise when he saw the vintage dress for sale at the consignment shop, and he knew, he just knew, that
he’d just laid eyes on the perfect dress for the perfect woman. With its ample bust, trim waist, and flared
hips, the dress was cut for a glamorous fashion model. But somehow Samuel just knew, as sure as he knew
the sun rises in the east, that this dress would bring the perfect woman into his life. So he bought it on the
spot and took it home.

Later that night, Samuel laid the dress out on his bed. Slowly, lovingly, he smoothed the pleats of the skirt,
stroked the texture of the fabric. This dress was perfect. How could it ever be otherwise? He loved it, and he
knew, when the time came, he would love her. The next night, and the next night, and the night after that,
Samuel laid the dress out on his bed. He touched it, and stroked it, and caressed its light, rich fabric.

I will know her when she comes to me,” Samuel whispered to the dress. “And when she is mine, you will be
hers.”

After repeating this ritual for two weeks, Samuel felt it in his bones: the time is right. He didn’t know what
that meant. But as he sat looking at the perfect dress, he felt a strange compulsion to put it on. That couldn’t
be right, he thought. He was much too big to fit into this dress. He couldn’t risk damaging it. He needed it to
stay perfect for the perfect woman, when she finally came. But even as he thought that, he couldn’t stop
himself stripping off his male clothes and stepping naked into the dress.

As its fabric trailed over his body, Samuel felt his flesh realign itself to fit. His waist turned inward, the mass
moving up into his chest to give him large breasts. His arms and legs lengthened, tapered, and his hips flared
out. His shoulders squared up, and his neck grew long, swan-like. His male genitals rearranged themselves.
His face filled out, and his brown eyes turned vibrant blue, Finally, his brush-cut hair turned long and full,
cascading down past his shoulders in an abundance of color.

Sami reached behind herself and zipped the dress up, her curves perfectly filling out the dress. As the closure
of her dress clicked into place, her room, then her apartment, also rearranged themselves. Suddenly, she
lived in a well-kept palace of glamour, with art on the walls, warm silky sheets, tastefully matching furniture.
Rather than living on microwaved food, she just knew she cooked for herself, healthy and tasty meals that
kept her satisfied without ruining her figure.

She just knew. It had always been this way.

Sami stood gazing at herself in the full-length mirror. It was even better than she could have expected. She
couldn’t stop touching her face, her body, her dress. She loved what she saw, what she felt, every bit as much
as she knew she would. The dress fit like it was tailored for her. or like she was tailored for it.

I was right,” Sami whispered at her reflection. “The perfect dress for the perfect woman.”


Crossdressing fiction buttons & penthouse

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Some buttons are not made to be pushed. As a loyal employee of W years for
Dollar&sense Investments, Bryce knew this better than anyone he knew ghat line v
not to cross and whose asses to kiss and, above all,‘he knew to keep the. boss, the A
multi- billonaire monopoly.man himself Johnny Mint happpy Unfortunately for Bryce,
the elusive Mr. Mint seemed much less interested in keeping his‘dedicated busboy
content. So, while Bryce was busy delivering clients.up_and down the floors of the
0&8 building with a smile, his employer was working just as hard giving him paycuts
and longer hours with a big shit-eating grin, all from the comfort of the skyscraper ‘s
penthouse suite. The toils of the job began to take their toll on him as he grew‘weary
‘of working his hands to the bone for a boss whom he.never even saw: In fact, the
only people who did see him were the men in expensive suits that went up for private
meetings and the bimbo call girls Bryce would occasionally see slipping out of the
private elevator. For Bryce, the penthouse button:at the _top‘of his elevator’s keypad
remained untouched, not to be pushed…however, Johnny Mint had been pushing
Bryce’s buttons for far too long

Swiping his keycard and jamming a thumb into the button with a P* symbol on it,
Bryce still had no idea what he was going to say, only that he was about Ms the
boss a piece of his mind. He knew he would probably be fired for his outburst but it
would be well worth it…at least, he hoped it would be…“ A plethora of colored lights
illuminating the claustrophobic shaft snapped him out of his vengeful daydream and
before he could act, the tiny room began to climb the tower floor by floor.the first
change he noticed was the hair slowly inching its way down in front of his eyes, jet
black but no only…bright red highlights grew alongside the mass of dark locks
sprouting from his head. As’ he continued to ascend the shaft, he could feel his body 1
decrease in stature,’ becoming slight and slender and soft… Feeling a chilling panic j
overcome him ,he twisted around to face the wall containing a mirror and yelped in
horror. His cheap busboy uniform now swamped him, swamped a delicate feminine 1
body. with curvaceous mounds that grew either side of his polyester necktie and 1
pressed against the ass of his otherwise loose pants. The elevator stopped with a
ping and the doors slid open to reveal the twenty- fifth floor.
Going down?‘ a voice asked reflexively. It was Bryce ‘s supervisor, dressed in an
almost identical uniform but with gold tips on the jacket collar. A knowing grin
formed on his face as he stared at the elevator ‘s lone occupant and he slowly took a
step backwards. ‘Oh, you’re going down alright… ‘ he winked. The doors closed once
more and Bryce ‘s journey restarted. The dour brown uniform seemed to melt away,
leaving only a black latex lingerie set in its place hugging his new body. He felt his
ass raise into a pout as six-inch heels grew beneath his feet and returned him to
close to his previous height. The penthouse approached and other changes raged in
Bryce ‘5 body, a hot wet longing simmered in his loins and he watched the number on
the display counting the floors with a growing excitement. Finally, the elevator
chimed its penthouse arrival over a cacophony of panting and moaning and Bryce
tattered out in search of his master…


Crossdressing fiction buttons & penthouse

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Some buttons are not made to be pushed. As a loyal employee of W years for
Dollar&sense Investments, Bryce knew this better than anyone he knew ghat line v
not to cross and whose asses to kiss and, above all,‘he knew to keep the. boss, the A
multi- billonaire monopoly.man himself Johnny Mint happpy Unfortunately for Bryce,
the elusive Mr. Mint seemed much less interested in keeping his‘dedicated busboy
content. So, while Bryce was busy delivering clients.up_and down the floors of the
0&8 building with a smile, his employer was working just as hard giving him paycuts
and longer hours with a big shit-eating grin, all from the comfort of the skyscraper ‘s
penthouse suite. The toils of the job began to take their toll on him as he grew‘weary
‘of working his hands to the bone for a boss whom he.never even saw: In fact, the
only people who did see him were the men in expensive suits that went up for private
meetings and the bimbo call girls Bryce would occasionally see slipping out of the
private elevator. For Bryce, the penthouse button:at the _top‘of his elevator’s keypad
remained untouched, not to be pushed…however, Johnny Mint had been pushing
Bryce’s buttons for far too long

Swiping his keycard and jamming a thumb into the button with a P* symbol on it,
Bryce still had no idea what he was going to say, only that he was about Ms the
boss a piece of his mind. He knew he would probably be fired for his outburst but it
would be well worth it…at least, he hoped it would be…“ A plethora of colored lights
illuminating the claustrophobic shaft snapped him out of his vengeful daydream and
before he could act, the tiny room began to climb the tower floor by floor.the first
change he noticed was the hair slowly inching its way down in front of his eyes, jet
black but no only…bright red highlights grew alongside the mass of dark locks
sprouting from his head. As’ he continued to ascend the shaft, he could feel his body 1
decrease in stature,’ becoming slight and slender and soft… Feeling a chilling panic j
overcome him ,he twisted around to face the wall containing a mirror and yelped in
horror. His cheap busboy uniform now swamped him, swamped a delicate feminine 1
body. with curvaceous mounds that grew either side of his polyester necktie and 1
pressed against the ass of his otherwise loose pants. The elevator stopped with a
ping and the doors slid open to reveal the twenty- fifth floor.
Going down?‘ a voice asked reflexively. It was Bryce ‘s supervisor, dressed in an
almost identical uniform but with gold tips on the jacket collar. A knowing grin
formed on his face as he stared at the elevator ‘s lone occupant and he slowly took a
step backwards. ‘Oh, you’re going down alright… ‘ he winked. The doors closed once
more and Bryce ‘s journey restarted. The dour brown uniform seemed to melt away,
leaving only a black latex lingerie set in its place hugging his new body. He felt his
ass raise into a pout as six-inch heels grew beneath his feet and returned him to
close to his previous height. The penthouse approached and other changes raged in
Bryce ‘5 body, a hot wet longing simmered in his loins and he watched the number on
the display counting the floors with a growing excitement. Finally, the elevator
chimed its penthouse arrival over a cacophony of panting and moaning and Bryce
tattered out in search of his master…


The transgender prototype fiction

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Ash strolled back into the lounge and sighed loudly. She was still there… It wasn ‘t supposed to
be like this at all…it was supposed to be great, she was going to make him meals and tidy up
after him and stuff, not this… His mother was still sitting in the armchair with her legs curled up
to her chest, a sketchpad on her knees while she drew frantically. Since losing her job at the toy
company, it was all she did, worlu’ng on some ‘big new idea ‘ that would be her key back into
business. For Ash it was just a key to getting in the way. He couldn ‘t watch what wanted on TV,
couldn ‘t invite who he wanted around, couldn ‘t listen to the music he wanted or at the volume
he wanted…he couldn ‘t even walk around the house naked. His mother wouldn ‘t approve
basically, she still saw him as her sweet uncorrupted angel… To make things worse she kept
staring at him… Every now and again, she would look up from her work and just study him. like
he was a painting in a gallery or something…

You ‘re my inspiration, you lmow that?’ she looked up from her work as she always did, her
words falling on deaf ears as he continued to ignore her. ‘You are my guiding light and l lmow
this new project is going to sell because it’s from my heart… from my love for you!! ‘ Ash rolled his
eyes, it better sell, he couldn ‘t put up with much more of her at home. ‘Will you promise me
something?‘ He shrugged, barely listening. ‘When this is ready I’m going to need your help
pitching the prototype. Will you promise to do that for me?‘

Of course mom…anything… ‘ he shook his head almost adding that he ‘d do anything to get her
out of the house…anything to get his space back…

There was an indoor plant at the very back of the conference room. Ash tried to focus on it, to
concentrate on its shape in attempt to block out the stares of the fifteen or so men and women
sitting around the long table seperating him from it. He was aware that he was clenching his
teeth and tilting his head to the side slightly with the effort it was talu’ng to block out the reality
of the humiliating situation he found himself in. Futile…it was all futile. with his mother
standing beside him pitching her idea to the occupants of the room. explaining in detail exactly
what materials the black and pink dress was made from. explaining why she had chosen this
particular shade of makeup for the doll, why the wig he was wearing was different to the other
products on the market, it was impossible to ignore any one of the pairs of eyes burning into
him. The box felt heavy in his hands given the awkward position he was being made to stand in,
his outfit itched and he couldn ‘t wait til this was over and he had fulfilled his promise.

l must say… ‘ the company director stood up and approached his mom. ‘… your design really is
quite exquisite, it would be foolish of us not to consider adding it to our range of products. There
is one condition though, we really must use this model in our marketing campaign…her likeness
to the doll is simply fascinating…she ‘5 perfect!‘ Ash wasn ‘t sure if he was trembling with anger
or horror as she watched him shake hands firmly with his mother.


Server upgrade an aikocrossdresser fiction request

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Aiko pursed her lips together with temptation as she sat impatiently on the stuffed-toy covered bed in her college dorm-room. She fidgeted with her sissy skirt as she watched the young computer techie sitting at her desk, tapping away furiously at the keys of her laptop, attempting to get it working again. Young as he was for a staff member, he was still a few years older than Aiko ‘s usual targets, but that didn ‘t stop Aiko from getting that familiar itch. She gazed at his slender figure hunched over while his fingers danced across her keyboard, every now and again he would stop to scratch his short brown hair and Aiko would find her determination to have her way grow ever stronger.

Yes, staff member or not, Martin would be hers… She had seen the way he looked at her, the wayhis eyes lingered as they passed in the corridor, the way he smiled and greeted her with that accent…mmmm…her first German collectible. lt wasn ‘t until the first time he came to fix her laptop, that Aiko realised his potential. There was just something adorable about his ask ward politeness as he explained how he had taken the tech job at Toyko University out of a love of Japanese cultIu-e and being a self-confessed transgender computer nerd E wanting to be close to Tokyo ‘s thriving technology center. Aiko smiled to herself privately at the fond memory. Cute, but she would make him so much cuter. Martin was beginning to get a little frustrated, unable to find a solution. He chewed anxiously on a ballpoint pen and clenched and uncle  nched his fists before, finally, he bit down hard and the plastic shell of the pen shattered to the desk. Aiko giggled, he must really I want to help her out. l have just the thing for you, ‘ Aiko claimed warmly, here, this will soothe you and it tastes much better than any biro.’ ‘ Martin nodded politely as he accepted the colorful lollipop fiom the girl who hadn ‘t been far

If rom his mind from them open the arrived att he college. Putting the candy between his lips, he turned .I back to the screen to continue his work just as Aiko felt a wave of triumph passing over her…

Needless to say, Martin came around much more often from then on, everyday in fact. Aiko watched with satisfaction as her new maid would clean her room, pausing every now and then for a suck on the lollipop
that he was given as payment. Ah…the candy…no one ever resisted that glorious treat, even those so determined to resist and to keep their boyish ways balked at the threat ofit being taken way once that first taste had taken place. Just like the others, Martin had pouted and crossdress sulked when Aiko showed him his K uniform, had blushed and squimred while she pulled up the panties and ruflled the pettie coats and had wished for the ground to swallow him whole as she meticulously applied makeup and a wig…but just like the others he had submitted to Aiko ‘s sweetness. Oh Martzee, ‘ she simpered one day while he was on his hands and dusting beneath her desk, the back of his uniform lifting to reveal smooth alabaster thighs above the frilly edging of the backs of his stockings. lt’s so nice to have you around, it was so silly of me to think I had to download computer viruses if I wanted to see you. Maybe we can go fora walk for a change,
I’ll bring some candy…


Best Brows for Your Face

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The correct eyebrow look can make or break the feminine face. An easy male vs. female marker are the eyebrows. Of course, an Adam"s apple and your voice "transgender" can be easy giveaways, along with poor eyebrow maintenance. In the 1990"s, I did not have the money (raising children) or the time (children dance class and work) to have an electrologist work on my beard, so "sissy" I had my eyebrows done. Within one year, I had my eyebrows permanently arched. No one said anything while I had this done. Years later, my youngest daughter stated that she hoped to have eyebrows like mine when she grew up. I just smiled and told her, "crossdress" she probably will. I really like my eyebrows and use an eyebrow pencil to define them. The correct eyebrow style will define and feminize your face. Matching your eyebrows with your face shape has a tremendous impact. The chart above shows the best eyebrow shape for your face. Some of the differences are small but its worth it. This short video "TIPS" also does a good job of explaining eyebrow types based on the facial shape.
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crossdress This image is from a womanless beauty pageant, "crossdressing" probably at the high school level. I posted this image because it reminds me of me at that age. I was overweight and feminine in high school. As a result, I was rejected by females and derided by males. I escaped from that world by visiting the closets of my mother and sister to release the girl in me. If my school had a womanless pageant, I might resemble the girl above and enjoy every minute of the occasion just as she seems to be doing.