Silk Confessions, Dressed in My Own Skin

(Verse)

Silk on my shoulders, a secret embrace,

Layers of colour I dare not misplace.

Between who I am and who they allow,

I live in the shadows, I’m dressing right now.

(Pre-Chorus)

I’ve got satin, chiffon, silks in a line,

Treasures from markets, a secret of mine.

Aker and Armine, a Sari’s embrace,

All of these fabrics become my safe place.

(Chorus)

Chiffon dreams, satin skies,

I’m a spectrum shifting in disguise.

Love the mirror, fear the crowd,

Whispered truths I can’t say out loud.

(Verse)

I don’t fit their boxes, I don’t wear their names,

I move through the spectrum, showing no shame.

I’m not here to pass, I’m not here to pretend,

I dress for myself when the daylight ends.

(Chorus)

I’m dressed in my own skin, the way I need to be,

A private world of fabric, where I feel free.

Outside they don’t see me, they never could,

So I keep it behind doors, misunderstood.

(Verse)

Scarves from the market, treasures I find,

Vintage desires I keep intertwined.

A world that won’t see me, won’t understand,

But here in my fabric, I finally stand.

(Chorus)

Chiffon dreams, satin skies,

I’m a spectrum shifting in disguise.

Love the mirror, fear the crowd,

Whispered truths I can’t say out loud.

(Chorus)

I’m dressed in my own skin, the way I need to be,

A private world of fabric, where I feel free.

Outside they don’t see me, they never could,

So I keep it behind doors, misunderstood.

(Verse)

I envy the slim ones, who slip right inside,

The clothes I could never wear out with pride.

But I’ve got my nightdress, my scarves by the bed,

Layers of comfort to quiet my head.

(Bridge)

I’ve got satin, chiffon, silks in a line,

Treasures from markets, a secret of mine.

Aker and Armine, a sari’s embrace,

All of these fabrics become my safe place.

(Chorus)

I’m dressed in my own skin, the way I need to be,

A private world of fabric, where I feel free.

Outside they don’t see me, they never could,

So I keep it behind doors, misunderstood.

(Verse)

I envy the slim ones, who slip right inside,

The clothes I could never wear out with pride.

But I’ve got my nightdress, my scarves by the bed,

Layers of comfort to quiet my head.

(Chorus)

So let me unravel, let the fabric flow,

In the quiet of midnight, it’s me that I know.

Chiffon dreams, satin skies…

I’m alive where the secret lies.

(Bridge)

I’m not a passing illusion, not a role I play,

I’m the shimmer in silence at the end of the day.

Shame is a shadow, but beauty survives,

In the silk and the nightdress, my spirit arrives.

(Chorus)

So don’t try to label, don’t try to define,

These scarves and these silks, they’re only mine.

I’m dressed in my own skin, at last I know,

In the quiet of midnight, that’s where I glow.

I'm a gender fluid cross-dresser, therefore I operate across the full spectrum of male to female appearances to suit myself. I enjoy looking at photos of genetic women, other cross-dressers and sissies, transvestites and the transitioning people as long as there are no male genitals. I do not need to see your penis, I have got my own and know what they look like in all of their stages of sexual arousal. I'm really not too keen looking at shaven pussy gashes, leave them fully hairy please. I am a heterosexual sissy fetishistic cross-dresser What I am NOT is a transvestite, transgendered or transitioning, I would not pass as female with my generous body build. I am so jealous of shorter slim crossdressers who can wear the smaller UK sized clothes in the range of ten to sixteen and look awesome, but I'm in the range of size twenty four to size thirty. I am fully aware that my kink is a perversion with all of the shame associated with an aberation. I do this for my own personal sexual gratification. I would dress up in satin and chiffon all the time at home but the reality is very different going outside living in a society that claims to support all of the non binary trans spectrum but does not tolerate my types of perversions and that I would like the general public to stay unaware of my onanism sexual dressing. As for my collection and use of the forbidden ladies items, there are all types and makes of scarves that are in my collection which is full to overflowing, I love to collect vintage silks,satins and chiffons from charity shops, eBay and Sunday car boot sales. The large headscarves worn by Turkish ladies such as makes from Aker and Armine are very desirable. I am in love with Indian fashions such as saris/sarees. My favourite fetish is for wearing headscarves and full-face silky scarves. I have a severe fetish for 1960's and 1970's double layer nylon chiffon nightdresses. I nearly always wear a long silky or satin nightdress in bed and multiple large headscarves to keep my head and neck covered. I crave long silky panties and full length petticoats and long under-slips. Vintage corsets and girdles are my favourite foundation garments.