Cross Dressing Story Novels & Stories

Vladimir continued his story while Ashlyn listened carefully to him. “She told me to regain my confidence by wearing girls' clothing. I was confused but when she explained and showed me how it did, I started on liking it. She taught me well even how to control men or women from touching me. I like how it affects everything and I decided on cross-dressing ever since then.” he smiled as he finished his story about the reason why he was into cross-dressing. “Who taught you to wear a very big mask from head to toe?” Ashlyn curiously asked about the lady who help him to man up even though he was cross-dressing.

Why does he have to say it like that…like this really meant something. Chill out, Nina. It's just dick. My stepbrother's dick. Fuck. I run my fingers through my hair. I hate how it curls up when it's wet. “We have bigger problems than your lust, Mr. Cross.” I turn to him. “I still don't have any clothes.” He pushes off the bed and crosses the room to the giant wardrobe. My eyes linger on his back, on how his muscles ripple under his shirt with each movement. Why does he have to be so fucking hot?

"At first, I was just a fangirl. I didn't dare to think more. I would crossdress and sneak out of the house. I started with the karting and then moved on to the racing cars. Somehow, those feelings of fangirling turned into something more. I didn't know what it was." I paused to breath, "I never had the intention to meet him but one night, our paths crossed and he found me. Although I was cross dressing, he recognised that I was a girl." I smiled as I reminisced about the moment, "Well, thanks to his reputation as a player.' Henry groaned at my comment. Well, anyone would have.

For three years, I used my family's mob ties and my own money to pave the way for Declan's crew. He was the boy I survived the streets with as a kid. But at this month's sit-down, his newly hired secretary, Roxy, tossed my casino ledgers and club records onto the table in front of all the guys. She accused me of skimming profits and slacking off. "These underground banks, these smuggling docks," she read the numbers out loud, her voice full of fake outrage. "Every time she bribes someone, she skims thousands of dollars! She's lining her own pockets." "I say the Boss strips her of her club manager title right now to save our cash flow." I glanced at Declan, the boss of the crew. He knew

Jessica and Cade threw glances at each other, wondering what Cruz could be planning but not being able to ask questions because he already requested them not to so they decided to do as told and just go upstairs to change their dresses. "Wear something smart, not fancy!" Cruz instructed, referring to Jessica just as she was about to climb the stairs. She turned around and rolled her eyes at him while Cade chuckled as climbed up the stairs. In a couple of minutes, Cade returned in short blue chinos trousers and a white shorts sleeve, round neck T-shirt while Jessica was in black hot pants and a milk asymmetric top tank. "You see, smart and fancy!" She complimented herself as she also came dow

She looked down on her clothes that looked ridiculous, she only had on Kevin's short and an oversize sleeved shirt. The old man had already noticed her an became excited. "My dear Lily!" He called out to her excitedly and Crimson turned to stare at the garden, she then began walking towards them shyly as she bend her head. Amber who heard the old man call out to someone looked back and was shocked to see Crimson walking over towards them in a strange outfit, how did she manage to get into such a respected mansion with that ridiculous dressing? "Grandpa do you know her? That is Crimson my band mate, are you sure you haven't confused her for someone else?"

“Do you truly need this many posters of those pop-idols?” I planted a hand on my hip, ready to defend my sanctuary. “Do you have a grievance with my decor?” Harrison shook his head, but the amusement didn't leave his eyes as he took a seat on the edge of my furs. “No grievance at all.” “You’d best not,” I muttered, slipping past him to fling open the wardrobe. “What should I wear to represent the Cruz name?” I caught him rolling his eyes in the mirror. “You’re consulting the wrong predator, Stick Girl. Just put on a gown.”

If you're going to treat me like this, don't blame me for leaving you. ... My husband and I have been married for five years. I never thought that he would steal the collection I designed and just hand it over to an assistant who'd been here for two weeks. When the spotlights came up for the preview, Victoria glided down the runway in the silk gown I designed. The betrayal hit me like a bucket of ice water dumped over my head. The fashion critics in the audience looked at Victoria with awe. Brand owners were nodding in eager approval. I even heard someone whisper, "This new talent is one to watch."

I don't want to ruin the night. As to what that anonymous guy instructed in the letter. I wore my navy blue tube dress with a pretty necklace that has a V pendant on it. I also covered my bruises with concealers and I finished about almost an hour covering it all up because its all over my body now and it even got bigger than before. If this was normal, I would've looked like a battered daughter because of the bruises I have in my body. Thankfully that's not the case. "Hey, are you nervous?" I heard Mal asking me. I was thinking too much I didn't even notice we'd arrived at the grand theatre.

"You think you will be attending a party? You plan on seducing all the rogues so that they will stop waging war?" I looked down on my clothes. Yes. I wore a yellow dress but there was a short underneath. "What's wrong with my clothes?" "We will be using a horse. A dress is not something you should wear in this situation," Knoxx informed. I lifted my dress and showed them my shorts and before they could see what was under it, they all looked away, their faces brightened. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Showing you my shorts," I answered. "Put your dress down!" Knoxx answered, growling. "Are you out of your mind, woman? Do you think we are not men?"