Beautiful Crossdressers Novels & Stories

It's that beautiful ? " Very beautiful, it gives a demeanor and it would fit a businessman more, adding charisma to whoever wears it", Hester added smiling, " I'm certain that you'll sell all these dresses at the show, but lots of businessmen, especially CEOs, would want to purchase this ", Mory said confidently. " Which means you'll be displaying two great dresses, one for the female and this tuxedo for the male", Hester reasoned, Clarisse giggled, " I'm so happy to hear all this but, I'm not putting that on display",

If it weren’t for the fact that they just roared at me, perhaps I would have enjoyed the similarities between our clothing styles. These guys are freaking massive though. What the hell have they been fed? Was everything they ate infused with steroids? When they take off their hoods, I need a moment to get my mind out of the gutter. All four of them—but especially the identical twins in the middle – are ridiculously handsome. The middle 2 are just… wow. A fine piece of craftmanship by the moon goddess, I have to give them that. They must be the Alphas.

Silas widened his eyes, almost tempted to go over and kick his cheeky younger brother. "I've simply never encountered such a handsome man before, so I was a little curious! What if he's someone who enjoys cross-dressing?" Alyssa sighed while holding her forehead. Silas' imagination was indeed vivid! Axel chimed in, "Why would any typical heterosexual guy be interested in other men?" Silas retorted, "That just means I'm young. Only older folks lose their curiosity!"

Chapter 15: Nicky "Do you think I look good or are you lying to me because I'm your friend?" Nicky looked like a model who had just gotten out of Victoria's Secret runway. Her long legs, thin body, and completely symmetric face were the perfect combination. And not to mention her charming French accent, she was truly a delight. She was trying a cute little dress and cared about Gigi's opinion. Even though Gigi hadn't been studying Fashion for that long, in her friends' fantasy she was already better than Donatella Versace herself.

When the other women showed off their large statuesque breasts, they were beautiful squeezing them, licking their nipples. Of the four women, three were women with beautiful, round vaginas, all of them had full breasts, all of them were redheads, and one of them was a man, a transsexual, a large, curved penis. Besides them were the two men who had penises as big as hers.

A biker bar. I look down at my dress, noticing how the exercise has made my nipples rock-fucking-hard, and, thanks to the sweat, my areolas are clearly visible through the thin, see-through fabric. I look like I’m wearing a fucking nightie, and now I’m about to walk into a bar filled with a bunch of bikers.

No one judges anyone by their skin, nose, accent or just the way they look. Vampires zoomed their way inside, the fairies and elves were together, and they were all wrapped in their vines or flowers. Some orcs were wearing masks. The werewolves are only wearing pants with their top bodies exposed but adorned with gold accessories. The same goes with the shewolves. The demons were mostly wearing black with thick robes. When I entered the pavilion, everyone's eyes were automatically on me and I felt naked in front of their scrutinizing eyes. "What is a servant doing here wearing a noble's clothes?"

Flashing lights and glittery dresses, handmade clothes and suits are seen everywhere. The women have made up and they are looking like goddesses and the men are dressed up in the most expensive clothes they can afford. It seems like a war among the people around, and the war is based on who would be the most well dressed. Most of the people in the great hall of excellence have common words in their speech and that is, Alexia or Damon.

Some women looked at her in awe, some in jealousy and some with pure contempt and hatred in their eyes. We walked into the event as a couple and I knew, in the next 24hours, we would be the headline news of Velmoor. The hall was filled with men disguised in expensive tailored suits, standing around table wines and holding onto different women. ''Mr Cross.'' One of the men at the table I approached voiced and everyone turned to look in our direction. ''What a pleasant surprise and what a gorgeous beautiful lady we have over here,'' his gaze travelled down her body lazily.