Cross Dressing Female Novels & Stories

It was a photo of me in cosplay at a convention. I was dressed in women's clothing, wearing a long pink wig and a cute, ornate dress. "Would a man dress like this? So how are you planning to explain it this time?" Everyone's eyes instantly stabbed toward me. My scalp prickled with panic. "I'm an anime nerd. I like cosplay. Wearing women's outfits is normal in that circle. What does that prove?" Evidence kept piling up, one piece after another.

What kind of twisted drink was that? As she walked deeper into the mansion, the whispers didn’t cease. It took her a moment to realize why she was attracting so much attention. Gone was the dull, shapeless dress that branded her as nothing more than a servant. Today, she wore an elegant gown, something reserved for the women of high status in the Cross family—ladies who lived in luxury, not those who had been dragged into it against their will. With her blonde hair styled to perfection, she didn’t look like a girl from the lower streets anymore. She looked like she belonged here.

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.

"You want me to treat you?" Audrey looked at her with bizarre expression. [What could this girl be thinking of? If you want to eat, use your own money. How can one's skin be so thick? TSK!] Audrey was getting pissed off this time, for real. If not because of Niccoli starting a dare to provoke her, she would never agree to this task in the first place. She was afraid that her dorm mates will start to doubt her cross-dressing disguise if she will continue avoiding a beautiful lady. So left with no choice, she pretended to be a gentleman and accepted Nika's request.

“Th-this dress, Miss Fuschia? Are you sure you want to wear this dress in the palace?” I pointed to a bone-white dress with an off-shoulder model. In this kingdom, female fashion models with styles that exposed the skin are new things. There are still many ladies who oppose this fashion. Because they believe, noblewomen should not reveal their skin carelessly to maintain their honor and dignity. 'Screw that. I'm a human who once lived in the 21st century. Even though it's a different world, I don't want to live by paying attention to what other people say anymore. I will live as I please!’

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.

I froze. Then I saw two more females walking towards us from deep inside the woods. They were both dressed in colourful dresses, like they were going for a gala or official occasion. They however, had no shoes on as they comfortably walked on the forest floor...which wasn't really my biggest surprise at that moment. They were both the exact replicas of Iñari. Yes, they dressed differently and also had different hair styles, they still looked exactly like Iñari. Were they some ... alternate versions or doppelgangers of hers?

he said. “Hmm” I rubbed my jaw at the thought of the brave little girl swimming across here. She didn’t look like she had the strength to lift her arms, never mind fight the current of this water. “Alright people, let’s cross over.” I encouraged them. The men started stripping their clothes in order to shift as crossing in our 'were' forms would be easier, the river was wide, too wide to leap across even for me. I was wearing my metallic fabric pants and crop top, so I just shifted without having to remove clothes. The fabric snapped at the sides and rolled up as my body took on its wolf form. Goddess, I loved this outfit. I really had to ask Aunt Olivia where she had this made and get the p

Another wolf said without being rude after looking at him from head to toe. “Ahm, I get that a lot but no. I just wear this way for a reason.” Vladimir cleared them which made the two wolves to looked at each other. “That’s…” they were about to say something but Vladimir smiled at them. When he saw his smile, the two patrolling wolf men suddenly jolted and started to feel shy all of the sudden. They were blushing because Vladimir indeed looked like a beautiful goddess and he was not using his vampire abilities at all. “I know weird for a man to wear girls’ clothing but I crossdress for reason so please, can I speak to your alpha about allowing me to stay here?” Vladimir genuinely smiled at t

While Creed battled his own thoughts, they saw a woman, seemingly in her late 20s, elegantly inching towards the stage from the sidelines. A rhythmic cadence brushed off against Creed's chest. His mind drowned in an imaginary quagmire. The perfect word to describe the appearance of this woman was 'sublime'. As she staggered toward the center of the stage, everyone in the audience felt an abominable desire to gawk at her bare abdomen. Unlike the women in the audience, the clothes that this woman wore were different. She wasn't wearing some fancy gown—which seemed to be a common choice—but an outfit whose origin was muddled somewhere in the forgotten pages of the earth's history books.