Cross Dressing Stories Novels & Stories

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.

In an instance, a group of girls were eyeing him from afar, and he winked naughtily at them, making them squeal. "Well, apparently they made a crossdressing cafe." Adam spilled. "Wow for real, man?" Taylor spoke in shock, his face twisted into a grimace. "Yeah, but they're not crossdressing and all, just wearing wig and some feminine looking outfits. Not that frilly maid outfit like the ones in the comic, yuck." Adam scoffed. The three of them then guffawed. Not long after that, they reached the cafe. The line was very long that they have to separate it into two lines.

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

she gestured at me wildly “...this is illegal. How can one person be both hot and beautiful?!” “Well, as you can see,” Sebastian slung an arm over my shoulder, “with our Noah, anything’s possible.” “For once, I agree with you,” Penny said dramatically. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture before I could react. “Hey! What are you...” I started. “This,” she said, shoving the phone in my face. My mouth dropped open. She had just posted the picture on our trip platform with the caption: Cross-dressing is the latest trend.

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.

Sadly, he agreed. He had to make sure Mia was safe. If this Xavier had taken her on the island, then he had to make sure she was okay. Perry had met him at a boutique in DC. Jax had to hand it to him, he’d done his research and found an expensive place that made designer clothing for closet millionaire crossdressers. There’d been rumors in college that Perry liked to dress up as a woman. Someone claimed that they walked in on Perry dancing to Brittany Spears and wearing pink panties. No one had confirmed it. And no one really wanted to. Some things were better left behind closed doors.

"This dress is a one-of-a-kind Itania creation, the handcrafting alone cost thirty thousand dollars. I never meant to flaunt, but what can I do when I'm married to the wealthiest man around?" She feigned a look of concern, yet her eyes sparkled with triumph. The relatives gasped in awe, while a few young girls, green with envy, reached out to touch the gown, only to be deftly sidestepped by Betty. From the doorway, I let out a soft laugh. Three years ago, when I first laid eyes on Joseph, he was a man battered by life and plagued by illness. He once caught me performing a mystical ritual and became convinced I possessed magic. He begged me to heal him.

Keith and Trina sat nearby, quiet but alert, their presence grounding her. Alexander stood near the fireplace, phone in hand, posture as straight as a blade. “The story’s gained traction in forty-eight outlets,” he said evenly. “Mostly online tabloids, but three of them have credibility—Daily Wire, Celebrity Ledger, MetroView. They’re all running versions of the same narrative.” “Let me guess,” Cameron said from where he lounged in a leather armchair, one leg slung over the other. “The ‘Cross family staged a sob story’ theory?”