Cross Dress Novels & Stories

“Nothing that isn’t solvable.” She stood, walked calmly to the screen at the front of the room, and tapped to bring up the campaign board. “We’re going to reframe the rollout,” she said crisply. “This is no longer just a bridal capsule. We’re launching it as a tech-fashion crossover. Call it… ‘Antonio × Ricardo: Unexpected Synergy.’” Lucas blinked. “Are we… admitting the relationship?” “No.” Her tone was firm. “We’re claiming the collaboration. Not the romance.”

My only saving grace was that the door was wide open, so I doubted he’d try anything. “Are you ok Miss Cross?” he questioned. Something clicked for me. “How do you know my name?” “It’s on the register,” he replied. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Except it says Hunt on the register.” He scratched the back of his neck, bringing my attention to his delicious arms. “Lucky guess?” There was something strange going on here, but I ignored it as I smirked, walking up to him. “Mr Cage whose full name I don’t know, you’re coming off as a stalker right now.”

They could only be present for cheering on the racers, which was why I have to cross-dress. As soon as the clock struck 12, I got up and tiptoed towards Krystal’s room. Only after I was sure that she was fast asleep did I go back to my room. I removed a small suitcase that hadn’t been opened in a long time from the closet. Inside were some male clothes I had purchased years ago. I took out black pants and paired it with a black tee. Because I have a curvy bust, I needed to wrap it with three to four layers over to make it appear flat.

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

“Oh sweetie, it’s all just one big fucked up mess to you, right? Don’t worry, I’m not trapped anywhere. It’s just ‘Fake Drug’ used to be some serious gender-benders themselves. Have you heard their lyrics? And the front man used to perform in dresses sometimes when they were younger, and he was smoking h-o-t in them. Rest assured, I won’t be the only cross-dresser in the crowd.” I hum thoughtfully. “Not your typical hard rock band.” “Exactly, and I love that about them.” “Where did you get this dress?” He shrugs. “I bought it.” “It looks expensive.” “I have savings.” He rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on, don’t ruin the experience. I also bought the shoes.” He puts one foot on the seat, and I catc

A silver cross hung around his neck. Like their male counterparts, the girls were definitely dressed to party. The first one had long, straight blonde hair and soft, pouty lips. She wore bright green "hot pants" and a teeny tiny tank top that was cut off just below her breasts. She was holding hands with a very petite little hottie who had done her blonde hair up in pigtails. She wore a very short hot pink miniskirt and a tight black top. The word "Cumslut" was written in silver glitter across hr chest. The last girl was a curvy, voluptuous knockout with long dark hair. She too wore a short skirt—light blue. Her large breasts were packed beneath a tight white blouse that just barely containe

Jessica and Cade threw glances at each other, wondering what Cruz could be planning but not being able to ask questions because he already requested them not to so they decided to do as told and just go upstairs to change their dresses. "Wear something smart, not fancy!" Cruz instructed, referring to Jessica just as she was about to climb the stairs. She turned around and rolled her eyes at him while Cade chuckled as climbed up the stairs. In a couple of minutes, Cade returned in short blue chinos trousers and a white shorts sleeve, round neck T-shirt while Jessica was in black hot pants and a milk asymmetric top tank. "You see, smart and fancy!" She complimented herself as she also came dow

Now, he won't even say a word to me. Are you mad at me for letting you go, big brother? I couldn't say these words out loud. Not now that they all think I'm the crazy bride. The Cross family are especially strange. They all came to this wedding union dressed like it was a funeral. However, unlike the groom, they put some effort into their looks. I couldn't tell who was who, as no one was willing to do an official introduction to this family. They only gather around me and Big Brother, looking at me like a meal they couldn't wait to devour.

but his response says otherwise. "Change!" Was his only reply. "Change? Why?" "Too revealing!" "Mine isn't different from other students!" I said and look at other students walking by. They all wore the same sport bra and short like mine.. though our stomachs are in display and our shorts stops at a few inches below our butts... But it's sport after all. "Alexa, you got my dick in a twist with this outfit!" I hear Brett say. Xander growls lowly and balled his fist, his jaw clenched... Brett do you have a death wish?

I outlined my plan vaguely, as I untied the string that held the dress secure. ‘Maybe you haven’t forgotten how to be a dom.’ Chesed taunted. I rolled my eyes because I was not going to even reply to him. I have better things to do. Crista gasped as I slowly pulled the fabric away, leaving her bare to me. Realization hitting me, this white lace bra and pantie set must be new. No way had Crista borrowed these. They fit her ample breasts perfectly. Which only got Chesed and me both thinking the same thing. ‘She was commando this morning.’ Chesed groaned. “Fuck…” I groaned, running a finger along the edge of the bra.