Cross Dressing Story Novels & Stories

My coworker found out my girlfriend was a wealthy heiress, and he saw his chance to worm his way into her bed. Two months later, he strutted up to me with his nose in the air. "Your girlfriend's pregnant with my child. Do yourself a favor and back off before this gets ugly." Whose child? I froze. The problem was, the wealthy heiress "girlfriend" he kept talking about was actually a man. So whose baby was it?

"I have to tell you something. And if you laugh, I will probably jump into the campus pool and never come out." He stopped walking, his hands deep in his pockets. "I am not gonna laugh, Gabe. Talk to me." "I... I have always wanted to be a cross dresser," I blurted out. The words felt like lead falling out of my mouth. "I love the way the clothes look. The silk, the skirts, the would make me feel... light and sexy. Not like a typical man who’s supposed to be serious all the time." I waited for the blow. I waited for him to call me weird. But Leo just looked at me. His eyes were dark, tracking the way I was fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.

"Though you will need a bigger size, it won't fit that big ass of yours." Max murmured to himself, "Going to kill Cayden slowly, painfully." "Oh! What about a teddy made of pink fabric?" Anna stated. "Don't start. I really mean it!" Max frantically glanced in all directions. "There is a reason I am here." "Really? Are you a secret cross dresser, Max?" Anna grinned. "No! You should know better than to assume that is what I am, Anna. Shouldn't you get your toenails waxed, your teeth whitened, your eyebrows shaped, or something else?"

“No Cass. I’m tired of everything happening to me. I want something that’s mine. Something creative. Something that doesn’t revolve around mates, councils, kings, or accelerated children who quote statistics at me.” Aretha’s mouth curves into a slow grin. “Say no more.” “I want a fashion house that isn’t just about clothes,” I continue, my hands moving as the vision forms. “I want movement pieces. Dance-inspired designs. Clothes that flow when you breathe, when you fight, when you shift.” Cassain watches me like I’m glowing. “And the publishing firm?” Aretha asks. I inhale. “Stories that don’t get told. Supernaturals who aren’t royalty. Omegas, Survivors. People who don’t get a voice because

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

My freaking underwear! “What the hell!?” I yell, trying to cover my body with my arms, “Where’s, where’s my dress!?” He shrugged, making my blood boil, “Where’s my clothes!?” I snapped. “Left it at the boundary” he answered, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Why!?” “It was dirty and carried your pack’s scent” he said, “Now get dressed or do you want to meet the pack in your underwear?”

At this moment, Alex walked out after dispelling the spell formation. After asking around, everyone did not have any men’s clothes. The corpses on the ground had them, but all of them were smeared with blood. Alex did not want to wear those clothes either. In the end, Juliette took out a long dress. “Do you want this? I only have this.” ‘Cross-dressing?’ Alex forced a smile and accepted it. ‘A cross-dress is more powerful than a king’s new outfit!’ After wearing the long dress, he really looked a little coy.

“Darling.” Sett faced Xavier with a crooked smile. “The whole place seemed a mess, and I just didn’t want anyone coming to steal your precious research away.” Sett widened his crooked smile and slowly but confidently walked towards Xavier. “We wouldn’t want to lose our ticket out of here.” He finally got to Xavier as she lowered the gun that had been pointed at Anderson the entire time. Sett seeing that, looked at Xavier passionately and leaned in for a kiss.

“Depends on the risk. Word is, you tried to frame the new Cross princess. That true?” Her expression didn’t flinch, but her pulse jumped. “Don’t believe everything you read.” “Funny. I could’ve sworn you taught me to.” She sighed. “I didn’t come here to trade barbs. You want money, I have it. But I need something done cleanly.” “Define cleanly,” he said, closing his laptop. “I need a narrative shift. Something that makes it look like the Cross family orchestrated their own scandal to gain sympathy. That those doctored photos were a setup—something Cameron Cross’s team faked to manipulate the media.”

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.