For full disclosure I'm gender queer M playing M/F/T. I hope that's not an issue for you! Here's my DPP Profile!, most of my old prompts are still up for discussion if they take your fancy more, and I'm up for discussing other prompts/ideas with similar themes to my own! If you see this prompt, it's probably still open, so feel free to send me a message!

The below text is more a writing sample to help set the tone than anything definitive, all details are up for discussion! And I'm sure this one would work just as lovely with an Aunt as it would a Mom.

You walk up the drive, the sound of your high heels echoing out into the dim suburban street. It's a chilly evening, and no matter how tightly you pull in your jacket you can't keep the cool breeze from gnawing at your smooth, freshly waxed legs. Reaching into your purse, manicured nails manoeuvring their way between your phone, cards, and... yes... a fresh packet of condoms, you find your keys. The set jangles as you prepare to turn the lock. But before you do, looking up, you catch your reflection in the dark glass of the front door. It's a reflection which, a few hours ago, made you feel like a million dollars. Delicately plucked eyebrows, hair carefully styled, perfectly applied make-up to bring out the best of your already attractive features, you felt like a woman twenty years younger than yourself. But now, in hindsight, you can't help but feel like a has-been, like mutton dressed as lamb, like a woman who ought to accept her place as a middle-aged spinster.

What a waste of an evening.

As you got older, you always expected the dating scene to improve. Gone would be those young men looking for a one night stand, replaced by finer, more sophisticated gentleman, those looking for a companion rather than just a fuck buddy. It's not that you're adverse to the naughtier stuff, of course, it's just that now you're in your 40s you want relationships to mean something. And the man you met tonight ticked all the boxes. Handsome, comfortably well off, recently divorced and looking for something serious, for a few fleeting days while you texted each other he seemed like Mr Right. Except when you finally met him that veneer quickly disappeared. While everyone embellishes their profile pictures a little, it was quickly apparent that handsome really meant using a 15 year old photograph. Things didn't improve from there, the man spending the entire evening talking about himself, no doubt embellishing his various business successes while barely allowing you a word in edgeways. And the last straw was when you realised recently divorced actually stood for in the process of getting divorced, but wanting a little sugar in the meantime.

You didn't stay for dessert.

Entering the hall, quietly closing the door behind you, you kick off your heels and let out a long sigh. Is it really that difficult to find the right person? Out of eight billion people on this green earth, is there truly nobody who appreciates you for you? If a soulmate exists for everyone, then where's yours? Are you destined to spend the rest of your life as a divorcee? In this moment it really does feel like it.

You need a drink.

Admitting defeat - for this evening at least - you let out a long sigh and trudge your way to the kitchen. Yet as you cross the hall, bare feet quiet on the tiles, you notice the light is on. Turning the corner, entering the doorway, you see me, your son. Except, in my current attire, son really doesn't feel like a fitting word. I wear a pair of platform heels, almost scandalously high, giving form to a shapely pair of legs adorned in sheer stockings. As I reach into one of the top cupboards for a box of cereal my skirt, the sort your own Mother would have told you off for wearing out the house (not that it stopped you), exposes just a hint of flesh above the thigh highs, the strap of the suspender belt digging into the skin in an unsettlingly tantalising way. My top, a little short, shows off my thin back and stomach. And with my long hair flowing down my back, you couldn't be blamed for mistaking me for a surprisingly attractive looking burglar.

You've known about my crossdressing for a while, of course. It's a habit I picked up during my first year of University. From your long evenings browsing Facebook, it was clear I had a number of female friends who enjoyed showing me off - not that I minded. There's a certain joy, a particular fluttering in my stomach, which I only get while crossdressing. Yet while we've spoken about it once or twice, you unsurprisingly reassuring me that you'll accept me whoever I am, I've always displayed a certain reluctance to demonstrate that side of me in front of you.

That is, until now.

Turning around, carrying my cereal to the island in the middle of the kitchen, I gasp as I see you standing behind me. A look of shock covering my face, my make-up applied almost as diligently as yours, I just about manage to stop myself from dropping the cereal to the floor. Heart skipping a beat, hands grabbing the side of the counter to keep my balance, I instantly begin to excuse myself.

'Oh, ummm... hi Mom,' I say, obviously a little uncomfortable, 'I didn't realise you'd be back so soon. I... I was just heading back to bed, and...'

Yet, all of a sudden, you're taken by a compulsion. You don't want to spend the evening drowning your sorrows in a bottle of wine. You don't want those long, drawn out silences which accompany you in an empty room. You want to talk, you want to chat, you want to gossip. It's been far too long since you've had a natter, since you've got together with a group of girlfriends to really spill the tea. You want to tell someone about the bastard who just gave you such a rotten evening. You want... me.

'Oh nonsense,' you reply, shaking your head, suddenly flowing with the confidence which had abandoned you a few moments before, 'I've had enough of men this evening. Sit your ass down in the living room, we're having a girl's night in...'

Hey there, I hope you enjoyed my prompt! In this one I'd like to play a young man, though a rather attractive and feminine one, who has recently returned from University having discovered their love of crossdressing. You'll play my Mom (or perhaps Aunt), a woman reaching middle-age who is questioning whether she's as attractive, desirable and deserving of love as she thought she was. Both insecure in our own ways we'll soon find ourselves bonding, first as Mother and Daughter and then... as lovers...

As you can probably tell, a big area I'd like to explore with this one is two characters resolving their insecurities through their relationship with each other. For my character, I'll be unsure about my gender and identity. I might like wearing women's clothes, but that doesn't mean I'm really a woman, right? Of course during the RP I'll slowly embrace my female identity, accepting myself as a woman. For your character, you'll be questioning whether you're still the woman you thought you were in your youth, and whether you're still attractive and loveable as a woman now that you're entering middle age. But the way our relationship develops, how I look at you with eyes full of affection and desire, will slowly chip away any doubts over how deserving of love you truly are.

All the specific details, however, are totally up for discussion. As long as we hit those very wholesome, very cosy vibes I've described above the actual setting itself could be anything or anywhere. We could be a rich family, a poor family, or a family somewhere in the middle. We could be living in the city or out in the sticks. Maybe I could be a little more confident and you a little more shy. Perhaps you could run a business, a cute little hotel or a diner, or maybe you could be a high flying businesswoman. And the way the relationship develops is totally for discussion too. While I'd like to focus on these very romantic vibes between our two characters, I'm not opposed to introducing a thirds, or thirds, at some point too. Let me know if you have any initial thoughts, I really do love a creative and enthusiastic partner!

In a partner, I'm looking for someone who enjoys long-term and gradual RPs with lots of sexual tension and romance. In particular, I really like writing with people who express their character's internal thoughts, feelings and motivations. I would like this RP to take place over a number of scenes, slowly ratcheting the tension. Let me know if you have any ideas for different scenes! The above piece of writing is just to set the tone, so we can start this one off however we like!

My main kinks are romance, feminisation/feminization (but not the mean or forced kind), incest, cumplay/bukkake/gokkun, D/s and switch dynamics, outfits and lingerie, build-up, free use, taking orders, name calling (feel free to call me a slut or a whore, especially out-of-RP if you're so inclined ;) ) and group sex. My limits are meanness, excessive pain, non-con and skat/watersports. Not all these kinks need to be included in the RP, but this should give you a good overview of my likes and dislikes.

I try to respond at least once per day or two, although sometimes real life will get in the way. I write in the first person present, and generally try to write detail, liking 3-5 paragraphs per response. In your response, I'd like you to include a little bit about the character you would like to play, your kinks, and how you imagine this RP developing. The more detail you can include the better, the first message is super important to me, and short or detail-lacking messages are a bit of a turn-off. I usually leave prompts up a little while before replying, so don't feel the need to rush your response. I'll try and reply to everyone, but short messages which don't give me much to work with probably won't get a response. Also please keep everything to Reddit PMs, thanks :)

I look forward to seeing your responses!