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No, stop, please don’t!!
I don’t want to be taken. I’m not gay.
No, ngghhh, please that needle hurts ….
Yes, you are beautiful but I’m not a ….
Oh no, please, not the hijab, no ….
Ohh, no, I can’t wear make-up, I’m a …
Ohhh, that corset is so tight, …..
Ohhh my, yes I do look pretty in this lingerie and heels, and this lipstick looks hot on me.
Ohhh, why is HE looking at me like that??
No, it’s ok, it feels good when he touches me like that.
He wants to kiss? But!!! Ohhhhh, mmmmm
No, please don’t tell him to stop, I want to surrender to him. Mmmmmmm
Let him know it’s ok to hurt me, I want to serve him as he wishes. Mmmmmmm
Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Please don’t stop, Master!! I am yours you use as you wish. I surrender to Allah’s will, and to yours. I am your sissy Muslimah.
White cowardly men will continue their lives as Muslim sissies honored by Islam and serve their Muslim masters. White cowardly men looking for a Muslim master, send a message
I’m ready to be rebooted as your permanent sissy bitch. Erase my mind and let me serve you.
She’s gonna make me hers completely
I’ve been wondering if some of my musings on Tumblr have been less than cheerful–more like pity parties or rants. I hope not. I really try and want to be a source of positivity for male girliness. I would like for someone to read my thoughts and think “this guy is happy.” Or call me a girl if you wish, but I’d still like to be thought of as “happy”.
I realize that I will never be the grand example of crossdressing or a model for sissyhood or the poster child for trans people. Simply put, I’m just a girly boy–no extremes, no extravagance, no exciting exposures or anything like that. I’m just a girly boy who wants to inspire others to find some value in a life of being a feminine guy. So, I want others to see my joy in it. I want you to see that I’m happy. And just perhaps, inspire you to think more positively of your own life in all of your girliness.
I know that I can’t always be cheerful. I know that my happiness doesn’t have to require a chirpy spirit as if I’m a cheerleader on the sidelines with a plastered lipsticked smile, waving my pom poms in a cute little pleated skirt (I’d do it if I had the uniform). Seriously though, there are some frustrations, sadness, and dull moments with me and my effeminate ways. Yet, I can still be happy and I hope I can always express that spirit with positivity, love, and encouragement.
Hold me accountable, girly friends. I want to inspire you. If I seem downtrodden, angry, sullen–a real cotton-headed ninny muggins–call me out. I want to be your true cheerleader and simply be happy to inspire every one of you in all of your girly pursuits and adventures.
Cheers to you!
CandieHart
We all want that external assurance that being girly is okay and we also long for the affirmation that it’s fitting for us. I have to admit that being girly is not always natural. Sometimes I feel like I have to force it. Yes, I want it and have a passion for it. I am also male with male responsibilities, and male-like expectations. Because of my location and elements, being boyish is most natural, even in my frilliest of panties. So, cultivating a girly “personna” doesn’t always come easy. It goes against the pattern. Any bit of acceptance and encouragement goes a long way to motivate me to be more like CandyHart.
As much as we would wish for someone to give us such affirmation, we should also know that this falls upon our own bra-strapped shoulders. We have to be our own “femininspiration.” Like getting up to our own alarm clock…on time…not on the third snooze…we have to take the initiative and push ourselves to be girly, act girly, talk girly, and as it is safe for us, to dress girly.
Even with my understanding, tolerating, sometimes playful wife, I don’t get the femininspiration that I wish I could get. So, I can’t expect it or count on it to come from her. That’s not her responsibility anyway. She’s my confidant, my partner, my friend, my intimate counselor. But, she isn’t my coach of girliness. That’s up to me. And, it’s up to you. You have to be your own femininspiration. You have to assure yourself of your own girly potential. You have to affirm to your own heart your girly place. You have to do this. Any encouragement helps, but it’s your panties–it’s your choice and being.
You can do it, friends!
CandieHart
You like to get dress open for task I am ready for you slut
High heels
Stockings
Panties
Bra
A very short dress or a very short skirt with a lovely top 😍
Reblog Or send a Dm if you’re ready for me to whip and stretch you out 
Google Chat vanessagoddess56@gmail.com
And Dm on your knees
Hello everyone, my name is Ugly, my Mommy and Dada let me name myself, I am 20+ years old, but in my sissified babygirl age my Mommy and Dada made me 3 months, and I not allowed to stand or walk, crawling only, and I get fed baby formula and Mommy's and Dada's milk, and I drink their peepees from a Barbie baby bottle I call baba. I hope to make friends. 🩷 Ugly PottyLuvs Starlight.
Reblog and DM
You're not looking down there😏🤪Are you?!🤭😝💦💧🍆....
Eyes up whore...caught you staring hard 😏👅trying to see mommy's bulge so you have to reblog now and send a dm if you wanna see what's in mommy's gym shorts lol 😝 🤭
It’s been a while y’all🥰😘…. Your favorite trans girls is back tho 🥰😘👅👅…. How have yall been 🥰
What can you see beneath those 😝💦black panties 🤭💋
🥰how’d y’all like my feet and nails huh😝👅
Off scale 🤭aren’t I 🥰….. 😝
What naughty 😈 thought 💭 comes to your mind when you saw this pic of mine🥰❤️🤭….. hit the Reblog and like y’all 🥰💋💋
Can you spot it🤭😝👅
We could be naughty in the VR as well too😈👅👅👅
Y’all should bow to your queen, goddess…… lol 😝 👅💋… forget the bows and all Huns just rate me on a sexy scale😛😋
Me in the game 😝 lol 👅
👅👅you’ve got something to add?😈💦