Cross Dressing Story Novels & Stories

I wanted to see if I could make these two powerful men break under the weight of my own seduction. I pulled the dress from the back of the closet, a garment I had bought months ago but never had the heart to wear while Manuel was fading. It was a liquid fire red, covered in thousands of tiny, shimmering sequins that caught the light with every breath I took. The neckline plunged dangerously low, but the real statement was the back, it was entirely open down to the very top of my tailbone, held together by nothing but the grace of the silk. The slit on the right side spiraled up to my mid thigh, flashing pale skin with every step I took.

I chuckle and shake my head. Not this again. After dinner with my parents, I rode home on my motorcycle. After thirty minutes of surfing through Netflix, I decided I wasn't going to let Cassandra keep me from having fun. Western Wednesday theme night meant tight pants, boots, and sexy cowgirls, or at least, sexy women disguised as cowgirls. I changed into a pair of denim pants, brown boots, and a black tank under a red and black, long sleeve plaid flannel. I left the first three buttons open, revealing my freshly shaved chest and headed to Jax's, texting Drew to let him know I decided on coming.

Like he’s used to grabbing the world and making it what he wants. I run my thumb over the tender spot high on my left breast. The ridges of the final mark are still developing, but I can try to read them with my fingers. No. I overheard Finn and Xandra talking about a compromise between traditions—there aren’t tents, like there would be in Dun’s Crossing or many other kingdoms, but there are clothes on the path back to the palace. I wriggle out from under my mate’s arm, trying not to wake him without opening my eyes. I’ll grab us clothes so we don’t have to immediately run away if he’s the embarrassed type.

“Black Crimson has an extremely distinctive style. If you have someone else paint for him, it’s just going to be written off as a fake.” “No,” Hayden assured him. “It’s not.” When everyone merely frowned, confused, I groaned and rolled my eyes, willing him not to stick out his own neck or admit anything stupid. “No way,” I told him, slashing out a hand. “I’m not down with that plan.” But he didn’t have to say anything. Because Camille suddenly gasped. “Oh my God,” she murmured, gaping between me and Hayden with sudden realization. “Black Crimson isn’t just one person. You guys are like the Brothers Hildebrandt.” She spun to address my brother. “Aren’t you?”

He was handsome as a man and stunning as a woman. Wide-eyed, Jasmine gazed at Larissa for a moment. She took a deep breath and sincerely said, "Larry, you look beautiful even in women's clothing!" So, it was just cross-dressing? This showed that Larry was unconventional, carefree, and had character. It was totally fine for him to cross-dress! Larissa was puzzled. "Huh?" She was no longer deliberately imitating a male voice but spoke in her original voice. Jasmine was stunned when she heard Larissa speak.

I furrowed my brows at this strange sight. "Hey baby, you wanna be my date for the night," a voice called. I resisted the urge to fiddle with my dress and to feel some kind of discomfort over a comment some sexist puta, who's GPA is probably 0.5, made. I inhaled deeply and placed my body at ease. My dress did cling to my body but not as tightly as it would seem. The material was cosy and was crocheted by Jax. Of Course at the time he'd cussed me out for wanting it to be 'a dull grey' so he added a bunch of extra material and style and then continued to ridicule it. Nevertheless it was a masterpiece that stopped at my knees and fell slightly off my shoulders.

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.

“The prince is giving Christmas kisses under the mistletoe! I’m definitely claiming mine.” She came running over, pushed Nancy to the side and kissed Keion on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, Keion.” He wished her a merry Christmas and mentally grit his teeth as several other girls from their year group, formed a line and either took kisses or gave them depending on how much they’d had to drink and how cognizant they were of the liberty they were taking with the oldest child of their Alphas Msia and Kaliah Hamadi.

****WHAT HAPPENED IN THE CLUB*** “Let’s see your clothes, “ Madam Gloria said as I unzipped my bag. I brought out a red dress, it was just hip length. I’d prefer to wear this, instead of the stupid clothes the others wore. “This is the wrong dress, you can’t go up there dressed like you’re going to a chapel “ she snorted. Did she just say…may the good lord have mercy on her. I quietly did the cross sign on her behalf. “No no no, this dress is better, I’m not a whore, I was raised decent “ I argue. “Then what’s such a well-bred girl like you doing in a club?” She asked. “I don’t see how that’s your business “ I snapped. “You know what, just go back home, I’ll call you later, “ she says. " Of

" Then you try again. That's what creators do, Celeste. They fail, and they learn, and they create something even more beautiful. You're not just making a dress. You're telling a story." His words were like a key, unlocking a door in my mind. " A story," I repeated softly. " Nova's story," he confirmed. "She's been through hell and came out stronger, like forged steel. And now, she's marrying the love of her life. The dress shouldn't be about hiding or conforming. It should be a declaration." And just like that, a vision bloomed in my mind. I tiptoed and kissed his lips. " You should be a designer. You sounded more like one than the Beta you are." I teased.