Cross Dressing Female Novels & Stories

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

From the corner of my eye, I see people coming towards our table causing me to turn around and see who these people are. To my surprise it was Fernanda, Deena, and Heaven. Heaven is wearing jean blue cargo pants with a white graphic tee. Let me also mention the silver rings on her fingers. I've never seen her in these type of clothes, which is weird because I actually like her style. Not too girly, but also not too masculine. Not that I don't like either one, I do I mean... I am bisexual, but it's rare to see girls dress like this, especially in school.

“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

Kris grabs me, constricting my wailing body in his arms. The woman turns around from facing Bahm, along with the other women she came with. Their ears looks like elf ears, wearing basically nothing and they were the slightest bit shorter than the woman wearing the white, long dress. Their faces full of confusion and disgust, only fueling more into my anger. "WHAT...DOES..SHE ..MEAN...MARKED!!!!" I struggled to get out of Kris hold on my body. He was actually a lot stronger than I had thought.

Three impeccably dressed ladies walk in… and then a fourth person, a tall, dark skin, stunning cross-dresser with flawless makeup, glossy lips, and nails so long they could slice through fabric. Behind them, I glimpse three long luggages, pulling in through the door. They all move toward me in perfect, synchronized steps, almost like a runway walk. Then they bow. “Greetings, my lady,” they say in unison. The cross-dresser steps forward, hands clasped dramatically beneath his chin. “The Royal Household sent me to correct your wardrobe,” he announces proudly. Then his eyes widen as he takes me in. “Oh my God… you are so much more gorgeous in real life than in the pictures.”

And that’s when my jaw drops open. This can’t be true! I whisper. Because it’s her. The lady in the red silk dress that I saw in Bonny Markham’s nightmare. Krulisa Alexander Cross. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………

ARIA The morning of the Culling, I woke to chaos. Females everywhere were getting ready: curling hair, applying makeup, squeezing into dresses that barely qualified as clothing. The air reeked of perfume, desperation, and competing wolf scents. I braided my hair in the same tight plait I wore every day and pulled on the plain grey dress Bryson had approved. No makeup. No jewelry. Nothing that would draw attention. Maya appeared at my tent entrance, her eyes wide. "Have you seen what they're wearing? Some of these dresses are practically see-through!"

Her best features were her curves. Wolves were used to nudity as they shifted back and forth to their wolf and human forms so they were not scandalized by the human body. Hence Arcadian females were bolder in their dressing, they wore low cut gowns even midriff-baring dresses, unlike the outside world. Right now she was dressed in a backless toga kind of dress which displayed her ample cleavage, it didn't work on him though. He wondered if he would ever feel normal again. "I have a lot of work Helena, perhaps, some other time." He replied with a pleasant smile.

I didn't really know much about the details aside from that, and when I ask, there isn't much info because the intruder refuses to speak. "So Ava, shift already." Krys groans. ""Let's have a race." I declare. "Okay, the loser has to do whatever the winner will ask of them. Anything at all." Krys smiles dangerously, taking off her hoodie, shirt and pants. Wow! Her body looked so perfect and slender in her black lace bra and panties. Like that of a bikini model. It were at moments like this I doubt my sexual preference. She had the power to make the straightest female wish that they were gay.

There were a few people from Country H, but they were all looking at the foreigners admiringly. All the foreigners here were obviously led by a young woman with very short hair. She was wearing a Givenchy formal wear with white as its primary color. She had a buzz cut and put on a heavy layer of makeup to cover her original look, but Harvey could still tell how statuesque the woman was. However, from how butch she was, one could easily figure out her sexual orientation. At this point, she folded her legs and held a cigar. She blew out a ring of smoke, like a true empress watching her subjects.