Cross Dress Novels & Stories

She loved art, she was always dressed with floral dresses and her life philosophy was 'you only live once' although that hadn't been like that forever. When Gigi and Liz turned thirteen, they decided to try new styles until they find their own. They wore all black clothes for a week, then they tried vintage clothes and the following day they dressed as cheerleaders. Until by the end of the month, Liz stuck with her hippie phase and Gigi was a person who really cared about high fashion.

she gestured at me wildly “...this is illegal. How can one person be both hot and beautiful?!” “Well, as you can see,” Sebastian slung an arm over my shoulder, “with our Noah, anything’s possible.” “For once, I agree with you,” Penny said dramatically. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture before I could react. “Hey! What are you...” I started. “This,” she said, shoving the phone in my face. My mouth dropped open. She had just posted the picture on our trip platform with the caption: Cross-dressing is the latest trend.

My mother and I were their very special customers so they gave us special attention anytime we came there. "Miss Greene? I'm Arlene Bryan." I said with a frown. It was so frustrating to be called by the same surname as that I'd my mother's father (my grandfather that I had never seen). "Oh, I'm so sorry." She apologized with a polite smile. "No problem, just don't do it next time." I replied in an equally polite manner. "Okay." She smiled. "Please, what are you here for?" "I want you to get me the best cloth of all, any cloth I can wear to go on a date… to the movies."

Worst of all, Elijah seemed unaffected by all this. “We’re heading to town tonight. How do we look?” Elijah asked, twirling to give Croix a 360. “He bought me the dress.” I added, slightly embarrassed that Croix didn’t like it. It was strapless and form fitting, showing off the curves I’d developed in the past few weeks of stuffing my face. “Fuck no, Elijah.” Croix stared at Elijah who smiled yet at him. “You’re going to get back into the fucking house before I put a fucking bullet through your skull. That’s what you’re going to fucking do.”

With Rafael, I had to plaster a smile on my face, greet people I didn't ever want to know because they were either in his same line of business or were just pompous idiots who thought the world was their footstool. I'm the odd one out at this party; dressed fully in my jeans, shirt with my leather jacket tied around my waist while the females are dressed in swimsuits of different designs and the males in swim trunks. Hell, even Mr Cruz who'd been fully dressed like her just an hour ago has changed into a white linen shirt and board shorts and is busy conversing with his friend and twin sister.

Persephone grumbled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. When I shouted silence, I didn’t expect Light’s power to seep out and, well, make it happen.” Crista apologized. “I’ll be more mindful. Now, what’s going on? You two usually get along. Why are you arguing?” She asked. “We can’t agree on what dress you should wear for the ceremony tonight.” I huffed as I opened the garment bag to reveal the gorgeous long-sleeve, high-collar, sheer black lace dress that was provocative yet formal.

Yeah, my dad’s going to freak out for sure. My dress, if you want to call it that, is a stunning cutout, Criss Cross sleeveless dress. The silky-stretchy material gracefully hugs my curves, making me feel both alluring and at ease. Each step I take, the fringe hem sways playfully and adds a touch of whimsy. The vibrant cornflower-blue color beautifully complements the natural hue of my lighter sky-blue eyes. As I wear it, I feel like a vision, exuding confidence and elegance.

She flinched a little before setting her eyes on that. “It’s a new a dress,” he stated. It was then that she realized that he wasn’t in his casual wear. He’d gone out somewhere early in the morning. “Wear it,” he said. “I wish to see you in this. Now.” Fearing retaliation, she accepted the packet with much hesitation and proceeded to change. *** Dev was so fidgety this morning. He stood at the door, shifting on his feet now and then. The train started losing speed as it closed in on the crossing.

One thing that has confirm the man's identity is the crown hanging on the left column of the bed. "I know crossbreeds has no home they belong to. If you agree..." "Crossbreeds are strong. You people fear me--"Aria made argue hoping to lift up one steel of her prison cell. "Hmm-mm...Yes, yes, yes! But-" The man stands up and went to her again. He raised her chin using his index finger tip and whisper, "Can you defeat an outlaw King?"

“Now, let’s discuss Mr. Cross’s preferences.” “His preferences?” “Regarding how you present yourself.” Patricia unzips one of the garment bags with a neat, downward pull, revealing designer dresses. Labels I recognize from magazines, fabrics that look like they’d dissolve if you breathed on them wrong. “Mr. Cross prefers classic elegance. Nothing too trendy. Neutral colors for business events—grays, blacks, navies. Jewel tones for evening affairs. Hemlines at the knee, never above. Heels, never flats. Hair styled but not overdone. Makeup natural but polished.”