Crossdress Fiction Novels & Stories

I just said that I’ll be fine later on and yet here I am. I let out a deep sigh while trying to gain self-confidence. “I might not be a virgin anymore since I just let anyone touch me and finger me from the inside. What am I even thinking?” I complained to myself. I removed my shirt and wore a police outfit. Under the foreplay section, the club usually gives out outfits to wear for fetishes. And in my case, I am wearing a police outfit with my cleavage showing and my skirt around the length of one inch away from my point finger and thumb.

"God, Sienna, just like that..." I should close the door. I should back out silently and text her that I'm outside and give her thirty seconds and pretend this never happened and process everything I just saw from the safety of my car. My legs don't move. Because here is the thing nobody tells you about Maren Cross. The thing I apparently did not know after eleven years of friendship, sleepovers, shared hotel beds, borrowed clothes. Maren Cross, my best friend, my person, the woman I call first for everything... is a hermaphrodite. And apparently has been hiding underneath her clothes this entire time a cock that is making my mouth water in a way I genuinely did not budget for on a supposedl

I can’t stay in this ugly place,my pack needed me, I slowly stood up, walked out of the basement,walked to the nearest room,opened it,walked in,it was different in here,nice smell,bed, and I spotted a bathroom in the corner except that I didn’t see there was someone in the dressing room. I slowly opened my trousers,closed my eyes,let out a deep groan and sigh,listened to the stream of my own urine as it hit the toilet,as it left my body ,when I was done,I turned to zip my trousers only to find a veiled nun staring at me wide eyed, I jolted back and the old woman screamed. In confusion,I didn’t move ,forgot to zip my pants,the rest of the two nuns stormed in ,there eyes widened in shock, scre

Curtis was about to leave the room when Wendy, lying on the ground, suddenly reached out and exclaimed, "Mr. Crosby, I'll tell you everything. You've never touched me. It was my own greed that led me to fabricate the false narrative of you raping me. I orchestrated it all to extort money from you. "You were incredibly intoxicated that night, completely out of sorts. Despite clutching onto me and repeatedly calling out Ms. Stone's name, you still remembered that she was pregnant and the fact that you shouldn't have sex with her. "I even wore the aphrodisiac perfume, but you didn't make any moves toward me. Left with no choice, I undressed myself and lay down on the bed beside you. "You might

I grimaced at the dress on the far wall and I could see that she didn’t like it much either. “He’s already mad at me,” I grunted. “I can’t ask him for a different dress.” She whistled suddenly, a hoard of little pixies filling the barracks on command. Freya started pulling on my little finger, ushering me to get up, and when I finally obliged, I felt a little shy to be naked in front of all of these little pixies. They swarmed around my naked body in quick, racing fashion and when they stopped, I looked down to see a gorgeous long gown made of crystal and light.

Alexander gave me my dress back to hold up as he took off his cape and laid it over a fallen tree trunk and then grabbed me up around his waist again, my bare pussy just soaked straight into his shirt making me moan instantly. "You're going to regret teasing me just now," as he slowly lowered me down. He hovered over me, his eyes were almost entirely purple now and mine must have been all gold for I was completely lost Fyre was in control of me now and I couldn't help almost mewling in desperation as I tried to push myself into his legs, looking for anything to satisfy my desperate lust as he propped my legs high and split apart, looking at me the whole time, dress up around my bra exposing

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.

And just because I was a bîtch, I balled it into my fists and then dropped it on the floor unceremoniously. Beneath all that tissue was nestling a cream colored gown. It looked expensive and something that I would never wear. I picked it up between my forefinger and thumb and held it up for inspection like I would a drowned rat. It was a cocktail type of dress, but I didn’t think any woman would be seen wearing this. The top of the dress was just a criss cross of fabric that I doubted would be able to cover my nîpples alone. And the bottom had a slit up to the waist on either side.

But for now, I was content to lie in the arms of my newfound sisters, my heart full and my body sated. As the sun rose over the horizon, casting its warm glow over the room, I knew that I had found my true calling. I was Audace, the cross-dressing life coach, and I had created a space where women could come together and explore their deepest desires, free from judgment and free from shame. And as I drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the soft snores of my guests, I knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey, one that would take me to heights of pleasure and self-discovery that I had never before imagined.

“Since we are going to get you panties and stockings, I think we’re going to get some bras too, and some wobbly-bobbly silicone breast pads.” After paying for the clothes we fitted at the counter, we left the shop and went to the lingerie department. Victor dragged me all around the store choosing sets and sets of bras and panties, and eye fitting them on me right in front of all the ladies. Believe it or not, even if I agreed to do this crossdressing thing, I was still capable of feeling embarrassed. Really. Victor picked a few sets of them with laces he liked, which match with the clothes we bought earlier. He pulled me to the fitting room and I tried everything on again.