Cross Dress Novels & Stories

“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.”

At this moment, Alex walked out after dispelling the spell formation. After asking around, everyone did not have any men’s clothes. The corpses on the ground had them, but all of them were smeared with blood. Alex did not want to wear those clothes either. In the end, Juliette took out a long dress. “Do you want this? I only have this.” ‘Cross-dressing?’ Alex forced a smile and accepted it. ‘A cross-dress is more powerful than a king’s new outfit!’ After wearing the long dress, he really looked a little coy.

"Why? don't you like it?" asked Kristopher as he was the one who said yes " if we buy couples dress and wear it on the same day it would catch medias eyes. i don't want to be on the headlines with barbarous titles" Couples dress is bought in pair so there was no way they could buy only dress or only suit. "You were always the hot topic for gossip even in university you managed to get on the hot topics of gossips" "not that i wanted to"

I asked upon sighting a crop top that was capable of exposing not just my belly but my cleavage. "Here, look at this." Madam Cross said, showing me a see-through gown. "oh my gosh!" I exclaimed. "Don't be shocked. Look around us. What do you find girls putting on?" She asked and I turned around only to see that she was right. Their dress wasn't just modern; it was stunning and made them shine. "I'm going to have to wear something hot inside if I'm going to use this see-through gown, right?" I asked her and she busted out laughing.

Before he could continue, I took long strides towards Mr Cross and his car. “See you tomorrow then!” He yelled behind me, and I waved without looking back. Walking closer to Mr Cross, I couldn’t help but check out his outfit. He was out of his suit from this morning and was wearing his white ironed T-shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his lower arms. Two of his chest buttons were undone, slightly exposing his tattoos. “Mr Cross,” I called as soon as I got closer to him, and I realized he had his eyes on Charles.

"The rumor concerning CRUZ company...you didn't hear it?" "CRUZ company? I didn't hear about that, what was it about?" "CRUZ company was accused of producing fake designs and forging other companies' designs of paintings. It was all over the news, Clara." There was a hint of shock and surprise in Ella's voice.

Something that made me look alive. I hated how right she was. The dress clung to my waist in a way that made me double-check it wasn’t glued to my body. The cross-front design pushed my chest forward more than I would ever choose on a normal day. The mid-thigh slits served absolutely no purpose except existing, which honestly was enough for me. I had tied my hair into a sleek ponytail, leaving my back bare. On a regular Alessia day, I would not have been caught wearing anything this bold. But tonight felt different. I did not want to look small.

I assumed the farce had finally ended, but as I stood in the luxury boutique listening to the manager's report on last quarter's new arrivals, those same familiar leather soles echoed behind me once more. I turned, and there stood Thomas at the entrance, arm crossed with a scowl. "It's you again! Bumpkins and freaks have no business in high-end stores." He sauntered inside, sizing me up like discarded trash. "We don't sell cheap grocery bags here, old man." His gaze swept the displays before locking on the limited-edition crocodile-skin shoes in the clerk's hands. He said simply, "I'll take those." The clerk hesitated, glancing at me. "Sir..."

I'm quite offended with my effort and it was only thrown in vain. I burst a laugh with the idea before I stood up and step my right feet on the table elegantly, showing them that I have been carrying a crossbow on my thigh and the arrows are on my high heel. With this elegant white fitted long dress. I can say that my hidden crossbow really did fit on my thigh. "Your Highness?" I don't know why Duchess Xamara want me to bring this crossbow, but I am quite thankful with her because I can easily play with Madolina.

“I'm not in yet.” “You were all smiling and bouncy and I'm pretty sure you're confident you’ll get in,” Kade said, his arms folded. “And again, there’s always another way to get you in,” Kross said smugly, and Kade and I exchanged looks. Axel clapped once, already looking like he was far away from here and already celebrating. “So it's settled then.” “No alcohol, though,” Kross warned, and Axel’s face fell. “What is a celebration without alcohol?!”