Cross Dress Novels & Stories

And even if she can fork out cash from the Cross Group, it would be impossible at the moment because of her on going project. When the media spotted the now almost homeless Rex Cross that looked pleasant to the eyes, they started to take photos of him. However, most people eagerly took photos because they noticed that he might have worn high quality fakes to attend the wedding banquet. There was no way the Rex Cross now can afford a suit that expensive. They were curious and they found the scene embarrassing for him, so they took lots of photos. When Daniel saw that Hilda's new boyfriend came dressing in high quality replicas, he found it understandable.

I had the respect I had always craved. The holidays would be consumed by the meticulous planning of my wardrobe. I decided on a palette of dark, rich colors; they would provide a striking contrast to my fair complexion, something sophisticated and grounded. I found myself whispering thanks to God in the quiet moments. I never imagined a day would come when I could go wherever I pleased, shielded by the armor of Samuel’s wealth.

Creed replied as his iris kept losing its color, "Just… their matching white attire really caught me off guard!" "Oh yeah! Their clothing does look quite exquisite, doesn't it?" Su Jiang replied as she felt the truth in Creed's words, "A glossy azure battle kevlars with the most elegant silver linings and garland spreading across the bewitching fabric. Pure snow-white clerical high-neck garbs, reaching all the way to their boots. This peculiar dress code is indeed one way to spot a member of the Alliance of Crawlers." "Bu… but I thought nobody knew anything about the members!"

The beast nodded again, but he could feel silent rage brewing inside his mate. « If you see him, could you tell him to bring back my stuff? I need clothes and panties. Tell him that if he does not bring back my clothes tomorrow, I'll wear one of Aiyana's mini skirts in the bar and go commando! » The beast suddenly growled. _ What does going commando means ?- « She meant she won't wear any underwear! » _ BY THE MOON GODDESS! GIVE HER CLOTHES BACK !_ « Remember what you did with her clothes? »

However, I had to set a clear example for him to follow. Insulting me would be more like insulting Frederick’s choice. “I hope you’re aware of why you're here.” “Of course, Lady! Just like other years, Silver Cross Pack is going to distribute uniforms of all the omegas,” he answered. “Great then. Please show me a sample of the clothes that you’ve brought.” With that, he presented me with a selection of fabrics and their respective prices. I gave myself a mental pat on the shoulder, as I was already aware of this type of fraud.

The dress I wore was so thin and small that I almost felt their eyes watching my privates. "She looks like full of juice," Kruz's comment made me look away in disgust. I wouldn’t have worn this dress if it wasn’t for the ritual. "Lift up your dress," Kruz came in front of Prince Conrad, who hadn't spoken a word till now. "I said grab your dress and lift it up all the way to your bre**ts," Kruz was shamelessly licking his lips as he kept mumbling to me. Every step he took near me resulted in me taking two steps backwards.

I packed it into a neat ponytail which went all the way into a tiny doughnut style also, to make me look less feminine. My face was angled and sharpened without makeup, I was wearing the disguise of a young man who just wanted to win the Alpha duel, all straight lines and serious intent. Yet, underneath the starched collar and the weight of the wool, I knew I was still me, the lady with the long hair and a heavy heart. I stepped out of my room to see Ash and Cruz waiting for me also. Cruz. He was in a suit of a dramatically different colour, rich, deep forest green and unlike the severity of the navy, his jacket was cut with a slight flair, something that suggested a confident, almost casual

Bryan inquired, half-whiningly. Cyntia slapped her son's shoulder in frustration. "Your dress style is fine for Mommy, but today you will be introduced as one of the administrators in the office; what do employees say when they see you wearing clothes with so many accents?" Cynthia chastised Bryan for leaving his clothing on the bed "With a safety pin on the collar, a huge flowery print, silk material, and a plethora of strings, you are shown as an artist or a member of a boyband, not as a businessman." Cyntia hissed angrily.

"I was hoping that you could wear this one." Crossing my arms over my chest, I roll my bottom lip between my teeth and suck in a breath of air. "I just said no fancy dress." "It is tradition," Thomas retorts and he unzips the dress bag to reveal a dark emerald green dress. The fabric shimmers and sparkles under the lights of the closet as Thomas pulls it out of the bag. It is covered in thousands of tiny little crystals. It looks custom-made. "Thomas," I gasp. "I can't accept this."

Nathan Cross The Brioni trench coat hangs limp in the hallway. Still. Heavy. Reeking of consequence. It was never just clothing. Not in this world. Not in Dominion. It’s a cloak for survivors—those who crawl out of the Black Room with more scars than skin. A parting gift, if you want to call it that. But it feels more like an apology. A shroud. I drag my fingers down the sleeve. The fabric is fine, immaculate, expensive—like everything here. But there’s no warmth in it. Just weight.