Crossdress Fiction Novels & Stories

Candor appeared in the doorway. Her black sandals had been replaced by red pumps, with slightly higher heels. Her black dress was now replaced by a red one, a much shorter red one. On a shorter woman, the dress might have made mid-thigh, but on Ms. Candor it was perhaps two inches below her crotch. The dress was made from scarlet stretch mesh, apart from the spaghetti straps over the shoulders and a V-shaped panel of lycra that started over her nipples and dropped down to cover her pubic area. She stretched up her arms once more and turned. The shoulder straps joined between her shoulder blades where a strip of Lycra ran down her spine to cover the crack in her buttocks, all the rest of the

His hand rubbed his cock, his leaky faucet now dripping all over my leg. “I’m not complaining,” I shrugged my shoulders, “although it looks suspicious that you made me a wear a dress and all,” I said, digging my new claws into his butt. He pushed forward, entering quickly. Creed moved his cock up and down in my cave. My body squeezed, feeling the sweet burn of his shaft rubbing in and out of my body.

"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?"

Her hands were a little shaky, but she started typing. Subject: A Fashion Proposal for the Upcoming Business Gala Dear Ms. Holland, My name is Sylvania Scarlet, and I’m the founder of a new underground fashion brand called Scarlet Fashions. I know this might be unusual, but I’ve always admired your strength, your work, and the way you empower women through your businesses. I would be honored if you would consider wearing one of my original designs at the upcoming Business Gala. I believe fashion should reflect who we truly are; beautiful, fearless, and full of purpose, and I’d love to create something just for you.

I complained sitting on the bed. I flinched as soon as I saw my disgraceful appearance in the mirror. Messy hair, white satin night dress with thin straps on my shoulders which were almost slipping down. The dress reached my thighs leaving the rest of my legs bare. It has been 3 days since Mrs. D'Cruz literally threw away all my decent night dresses saying that they're not proper for a grown up lady. Good that I'm in my room right now. I look like a mess. The first thing I need to do tomorrow is to buy some night dresses which are decent.

The boutique smelled like sex and satin. Callie was still breathless, legs parted on the fitting stool, thighs slick with her own orgasm and the ghost of Luca's mouth. Her dress was hiked above her hips, bodice loosened, veil hanging from one pin in her hair like a fallen halo. Luca stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his cock thick and heavy in his slacks, the outline unmistakable. He looked at her like a man not done. "Stand up," he said, voice rough.

Death by starvation because I wanted to see a world that didn't involve high-tech server racks and men in tactical gear? ​I had tried to stay busy. I’d taken a long, steaming bath to wash the scent of the alleyway and the phantom touch of Xavier's hands off my skin. I’d changed into a new dress from the closet—a soft, cornflower blue lacy thing that was far shorter than anything I’d usually wear. It had a slit up the side that teased my thigh every time I moved. ​Every single thing in this closet fit me perfectly. It was terrifying. He knew my dress size, my shoe size, even the lace patterns I preferred for my underwear. I looked at myself in the mirror, adjusting the strap, and a sudden, fo

I walked over on unsteady legs and stopped in front of him, exactly as I had last night. Marcus’s gaze raked over my sundress, lingering on the hem. “Lift it.” I gathered the fabric in both hands and raised the dress to my waist, exposing my simple white panties. The crotch was visibly darker, soaked through from hours of denied arousal. Marcus leaned forward, eyes darkening with satisfaction. One large hand reached out and cupped my mound possessively over the wet fabric. I whimpered, my hips jerking forward into his touch.

With Rafael, I had to plaster a smile on my face, greet people I didn't ever want to know because they were either in his same line of business or were just pompous idiots who thought the world was their footstool. I'm the odd one out at this party; dressed fully in my jeans, shirt with my leather jacket tied around my waist while the females are dressed in swimsuits of different designs and the males in swim trunks. Hell, even Mr Cruz who'd been fully dressed like her just an hour ago has changed into a white linen shirt and board shorts and is busy conversing with his friend and twin sister.

He came out of my wardrobe holding my tight red cocktail dress, the short, figure-hugging one I sometimes wore for special nights out. “Put this on,” he ordered. “Nothing underneath.” I slipped the dress over my sticky, messy body. The mixture of cum, sweat, honey, and cream made the red fabric cling tightly to my skin, turning some areas darker and wet. It felt so filthy and exciting at the same time. Once I had it on, they told me to kneel in the middle of the bedroom. The four men formed a circle around me, slowly stroking their cocks again. Mr. Reynolds handed me a laminated A4 sheet of paper. “Read this aloud so we all know you happily accept the terms.”