Beautiful Crossdressers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Three impeccably dressed ladies walk in… and then a fourth person, a tall, dark skin, stunning cross-dresser with flawless makeup, glossy lips, and nails so long they could slice through fabric. Behind them, I glimpse three long luggages, pulling in through the door. They all move toward me in perfect, synchronized steps, almost like a runway walk. Then they bow. “Greetings, my lady,” they say in unison. The cross-dresser steps forward, hands clasped dramatically beneath his chin. “The Royal Household sent me to correct your wardrobe,” he announces proudly. Then his eyes widen as he takes me in. “Oh my God… you are so much more gorgeous in real life than in the pictures.”

I'll consider myself a lucky, then. Their brows suddenly raised, and clearly wants to pull my hair of and slap my face until it kiss to the ground. Sorry ladies, but over my dead and gorgeous body. Poor them. Silly creatures. Tsk. As I notice from them, it's really visible the gap between the two kinds of people. Some are wearing extravagant dresses and beautiful suits that's perfectly fits on them. It's stunning. A Picaresque dress and suits, carefully crafted and made of fancy materials.

She wore a black dress that swallowed her small frame. This was his family. They looked… normal. Not cold. Not cruel… just human. Even though half of the people in this room weren't humans. Kross stopped walking. Axel noticed us first. His eyes narrowed slightly, then widened. He looked at Kross. Then at me. Then back at Kross. Kade followed his gaze. Belladonna tilted her head, curious. No one said anything. The silence stretched. “This is Sade,” Kross said finally, his voice steady but low. “You’ve heard of her.”

When I came down I saw people openly having sex and I understood they are here for training and shit. Most of the women were standing with nipple clamps, cat ears and a fuzzy tail coming out of their butts. Some were wearing role play clothes and some were completely naked with their red ass. Men were fucking and enjoying their little show. I tried to walk past them buy one woman with a white silk lingerie came in my way and placed her hand on my chest. Her manicured nails curling on my chest. "Хочешь присоединиться ко мне и моим друзьям, красавчик?" she said in her sultry voice pointing towards somewhere.

The large breasted blond says. “Yeah, he’s fresh. Still in college, like I am guessing your boys are…unless they are recent grads,” the red head says. I remember them! They joined the club while I was living back home but I met them at an event about a decade ago. Best friends who wore skirts and insisted they find subs who would play well together. They called themselves “The Hump and Pump Sisters” when they performed. They are transgender women who opted to keep their dicks. I notice Rhett and Trent’s eyes as they take in the women’s appearances. I’m not into women, but they have very curvaceous figures.

“Hello, Sweetie! We’ve got this!” The first sound bite is our whole crew introducing the project and as we move through we hear various voices talking about their take and experiences with gender while drag queens, and various people from our friend group seamlessly pose and shift positions to various poses. Some of the queens have opted to wear their street clothes with drag hair and makeup, others are in full drag or mostly street wear, with glam touches. Our friends have their looks to match their identities. Sid is dressed in a semi-androgynous look with her super long red hair over a feminist t-shirt and baggy cargo pants with combat boots. Chantelle is dressed feminine but with a femin

Next to it was a photograph dedicated entirely to aftercare: a submissive curled into a fetal position beneath a heavy wool blanket, a single, strong hand resting gently on the crown of their head, the fingers tangled in sweat-dampened hair. Adrian Cross had tried to tell the world that what we did was brutal and ugly. He had tried to frame us as predators and victims. But looking at these walls, looking at the agonizingly beautiful, undeniable proof of absolute trust, the tabloid’s narrative was entirely, laughably obliterated. This was not abuse. This was classical, magnificent art. "Cassie. Victor." I turned. Lena was walking toward us, parting the crowd with a newly discovered, undeniabl

The dim lights of the swingers' club pulsed softly over the crowded room. Bodies moved in the shadows, laughter mixed with heavy breaths, and the air hung thick with the smell of sweat and excitement. In one corner, away from the main dance floor, sat a curious couple named Alex and Sarah. They had talked about this for months, whispering in bed about what it might feel like to share their bodies with strangers. Tonight, they decided to try it. Alex, tall with a strong build and short dark hair, held Sarah's hand tightly. Sarah, curvy with long blonde hair and a nervous smile, squeezed back. Her red dress hugged her full breasts and wide hips, making her feel both exposed and alive.

It was itching his skin already. After a few minutes of struggling to put on the clothes, Xander was dressed up and ready to get out of the dressing room. He held the wig in his hand and strolled out of the dressing room. The moment the women in the salon saw him, the place went dead silent, with their eyes popping open. Some of them were disappointed to see that a handsome man like him was gay. A woman spilt the water in her mouth on the face of the staff that was attending to her as her gaze landed on Xander.

Barely twenty minutes later, a silver-colored Camry pulled up in front of us, and he watched two women and a crossdresser step out. “Where is our darling?” The crossdresser said, and he stared hard at him, wondering why people were enabling stuff like him. My phone rang before he could respond, and he picked up. “My friends will join you guys soon. My friends are my wife’s, so treat them like you treat me.” That was all his boss said before hanging up. Enzo let out a grunt. “She is in there.” He pointed and watched the crossdresser tilt his head while staring at him.