Cross Dressing Books Novels & Stories

he ordered me. His own hand started to reach for the shirt he wore, undoing the buttons. I obeyed, stripping fast. Nearly ripping out almost all of my shirt buttons in the process. My shirt was impatiently dragged off my body. I tossed it aside just as his own clothes hit the floor. My eyes fell on his fully exposed broad chest. Dang! I drew in a sharp breath. He had so many thick muscles. Enticing. My eyes dipped lower to his cock which was standing proudly.

Last time Caleb saw me, I was very short, but now I’m taller, and my body has grown in ways he shouldn’t have seen. I move to the bed and slip on my clothes, clothes that felt comfortable now feel utterly inappropriate. I’m wearing a crop top and a pair of shorts that barely cover my ass, Mia has a matching set too, and this is my comfort wear, but what if Caleb thinks I’m trying to seduce him? God, no. I tug the shorts down, making no difference, but this is all I brought over, all my outfits are like this, and my other option is a two-piece bikini so this is fine.

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled Fifty Shades of Grey first (cliché, yes, but I needed an entry point), then The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice, Story of O, a slim volume called The New Topping Book just to balance it out, and two anthologies with titles like Bound Hearts and Surrender to Me. The stack felt heavy in my arms, like contraband. I carried them to the my corner and hid them under the table. I sat down, and opened the first book.

I walk into the cool premises that’s scented with candles and incense, a very huge difference with the disgusting smell of sweat and heat outside. My short black dress that shouldn’t be seen on a pastor’s wife clinging to my body like a second skin and screaming nothing but sin. The thin mesh of the material is damp with sweat from the blazing heat outside outlining my full breasts and wide hips. I intentionally ignored wearing a bra and panties, I’m here for confessions and deliverance after all and what better way to do it than without underwear. As if being told someone is in the premises, two people suddenly appear from a hidden door behind the altar. Priests to be precise. People that h

Srisha is a girl. She is a whore and slut. She goes to uni one day dressed almost nude. She moves around seducing every man on campus from teens to old men. Everyone has an itch to fuck her raw. ************************* Just another noon on campus, except today, the breeze was carrying a hint of something more - sex. Srisha walked out of her dorm wearing nothing but a brief pair of panties, thigh-high socks, and a translucent raincoat over her bra. Raincoat? That's what she called the sheer fabric that clung to her curves and left nothing to the imagination.

“Well here are a few tips for you. One, you can’t look hideous on Christmas Day. Meaning that you can’t meet baby Jesus when you’re looking like someone hit you with a sack of potatoes. Two, you need to be very proactive. You’re gonna be saying a lot of Merry Christmases. It would hurt but it’s worth it. Jesus is worth the pain Three, only good thoughts on Christmas day. That means you’ve got to keep the devil and whatever comes with it out of your mind. Four, be nice to everyone even your enemies. If my grandma holds your hands tomorrow, don’t fall for it. It’s just for the show. Five, make sure you eat a lot. Christmas ain’t Christmas without feasting Crinka so be sure to enjoy it.” “I wil

I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain, how weird. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others a bit more newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through the pages and put it back on the shelf, a little too intense for some early morning reading. I picked up another one and read the cover, ‘The Garden of Eden’ by Ernest Hemingway. Not what I expected from a teenage werewolf soon-to-be-Alpha. I put it back and my eyes fell on a really older looking book. I pulled it out and it was big and very heavy. It looked

Two months later, there was a new development in Victoria's case. Daniel told me that by tracing international bank transfers, the police confirmed Victoria had indeed drained the brand's accounts of a massive sum, totaling four million dollars. Part of that money was startup capital Alex Fashion had set aside for a new product line. The other part was from a loan he’d taken out, using his studio and home as collateral. Victoria's scam was brilliant, in a twisted way.

Taking hold of the sandwich I quickly eat it, burning my tongue when I drink the coffee. Guess I’m on my own once again… I look over at the book Chase had given me, kind of annoyed he didn’t bring me Catching Fire as well. I go get ready for the day, not really knowing what the point is but it’s something to keep myself busy with. I get dressed in one of Chevy’s old clothes – a simple green dress with white lilies all over (really pretty) and take my time to brush my hair and everything else while starring out of the window.

This was Dante Moretti, and after the stunt I pulled downstairs, there was a huge chance the boxes contained my worst nightmare. Regardless, I dragged them inside, making a mental note to take another shower to wash off the fine beads of perspiration coating my skin. Whispering a quick prayer to whoever cared to listen, I picked up my face blade and opened up the first box. My breath caught in my throat. Before me were rows and columns of carefully arranged books, most of the covers bearing sweaty, half-naked men and women in different stages of copulation, and the ones that didn’t had dark covers with obscure details that were covert yet somehow let you know exactly what the book was about.