Cross Dress Novels & Stories

"Yes,women that wears pants are crossdressing. We have no body parts to unzip pants in the front like men do" "Yes,you do have a point" "So,if God said that women aren't allowed to wear pants then that means that men aren't allowed to wear women clothing either" "So,basically this world is leading people to do the opposite of what God said" "Yep,and that's transgressing against God's law which is a sin. Something that most pastors fail to preach at Sunday church service" "I'm glad that I have you because I wouldn't know any of this information at all. I would have been clueless" Jennifer said shaking her head

Why does he have to say it like that…like this really meant something. Chill out, Nina. It's just dick. My stepbrother's dick. Fuck. I run my fingers through my hair. I hate how it curls up when it's wet. “We have bigger problems than your lust, Mr. Cross.” I turn to him. “I still don't have any clothes.” He pushes off the bed and crosses the room to the giant wardrobe. My eyes linger on his back, on how his muscles ripple under his shirt with each movement. Why does he have to be so fucking hot?

But if that is what he wants to see me in, then why not? I take the swim wear from his hand with a smile, disappear behind the curtain and hurry to get undress. One part of me is hoping that he would come back here so we could fuck, but I guess we have to have respect for these people and their store. When done, I go to show off body and the tiny clothes that are covering my private areas. Mr Cross runs his eyes over my body with a look of approval. And I do a little twirl. "Good, let's go."

"I don't have an hourglass figure; I have muscles; I can't cross-dress." Ashford, who was putting on an outfit, turned around and grinned at him. Neon was wearing a long, slitted body-hugging gown and was looking so ridiculous. His d**k print was clearly visible in the dress, and he was suitable for the crossdress. If only they were like other weak men who weighed 50 kg, maybe they would be able to crossdress. "You can't cross-dress Neon; take it off. Besides, I was teasing you." Ashford said this and broke into laughter.

She felt invisible, like she was watching a movie instead of being part of the scene. After a few minutes, Cross came out wearing completely different clothes. Gone was the expensive business suit, the silk tie, the polished shoes. Instead, he wore black baggy jeans that hung loose on his frame and a simple black polo shirt. Even his hair looked different, messier, more relaxed. He looked younger somehow. More like the Cross she'd known years ago, before the business deals and the corporate world had made him so serious all the time. "Where are you going?" Samantha asked, though she already knew the answer.

Why did he choose to dress so horribly, anyway? Larissa struggled to swallow a gulp of saliva and said, "So you dressed up so horribly just to go grocery shopping?" Zayn smugly flipped his curly hair and grinned, "Even you couldn't recognize me, so my fans definitely won't. This way, I can have some fun!" Larissa pointed at Zayn, who was dressed as a high school girl with black-framed glasses, braided hair, and a small backpack. She said, "Cross-dressing is one thing, but why did you make Rachel flat-chested? Give me back my curvaceous Rachel!"

These students really need some spanking in order to start moving on. Everyone gathered together on the grand playground to have their breakfast. The maids prepared mats to sit on the ground. It was cold but sitting in a crowd made them feel warm. Everyone was excited for tomorrow. Most of them had already finished shopping for the big day. Who could possibly go to shopping with the Cross sisters? They had never gone on their own and now, they don't even know anything about it. The theme was red and white, but their wardrobe was loaded with mostly black and red hooded capes.

And Alexander Cross had no idea what he’d just lost. The next morning, Sophia woke up to the sound of Maya shouting from the bakery front. She pulled on a robe and ran out to find her friend staring at her laptop screen, her eyes wide with shock. “Soph,” Maya said, pointing at the screen. “Look at this.” On the website for Cross Industries was a new announcement – a new fashion line, set to launch in six months. The preview image showed a black silk gown embroidered with silver thread, almost identical to the one Sophia had designed the night she’d met Alexander. The caption read:

I was dressed in a way I had never been dressed in my life. The cloth that fell around me was heavy and beautiful, a deep gold with threads that caught the light and held it, flowing from my shoulders to the floor in long, perfect folds. My throat, wrists, and fingers were covered in diamonds – not just a few small ones. I mean the kind of jewels that look like they weren't made by human hands, clear and cold and shining with their own light. My hair was arranged with a neatness and care that I could feel even in the dream, pinned and styled in a way that made the back of my neck feel both bare and grand at the same time.

Crossdresser has an out-of-body sexual experience. Enjoy.. ***** My name is Rich and I am a crossdresser. I would prefer to be a transgender, but at this point in my life--married with two grown kids and a grandchild--it's just not in the cards for me. That doesn't stop me from dreaming, however. Several years ago, my wife came home unexpectedly and caught me in my women's clothes. She freaked out and demanded that I get counseling. I truly love Meg, and in order to save our marriage, I agreed.