Crossdress Fiction Novels & Stories

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.

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

My heart was racing and I needed a moment to calm down. Part of me wanted to run out the door and back to my own, safe hotel room. I was never into cross-dressing, but when I felt the soft lace material and thought of how good it would feel, I started to remove my clothes. I was about to embark on a new sexual adventure and figured my apparel was only a minor part of what was about to happen. If I backed out, I may never get the chance to live out a sexual fantasy again.

she gestured at me wildly “...this is illegal. How can one person be both hot and beautiful?!” “Well, as you can see,” Sebastian slung an arm over my shoulder, “with our Noah, anything’s possible.” “For once, I agree with you,” Penny said dramatically. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture before I could react. “Hey! What are you...” I started. “This,” she said, shoving the phone in my face. My mouth dropped open. She had just posted the picture on our trip platform with the caption: Cross-dressing is the latest trend.

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..

I walk into the cool premises that’s scented with candles and incense, a very huge difference with the disgusting smell of sweat and heat outside. My short black dress that shouldn’t be seen on a pastor’s wife clinging to my body like a second skin and screaming nothing but sin. The thin mesh of the material is damp with sweat from the blazing heat outside outlining my full breasts and wide hips. I intentionally ignored wearing a bra and panties, I’m here for confessions and deliverance after all and what better way to do it than without underwear. As if being told someone is in the premises, two people suddenly appear from a hidden door behind the altar. Priests to be precise. People that h

The box revealed a stunning flowing dress in deep emerald green, paired with delicate undergarments that looked far more luxurious than anything she owned. "Wow... Cross, this is beautiful," she breathed, her fingers itching to touch the fabric. "I’ll help you dress," he announced, standing before her with the garments draped over his arm, his voice leaving no room for argument. "No, that's not necessary," Marceline protested, clutching the towel tighter around herself as vulnerability swept over her. "I can dress myself." His gaze held hers in the mirror, an intensity in his eyes that made her pulse quicken. "I insist," Cross replied firmly, an unyielding edge to his voice. "Let me do this

My friends preferred to call me Alex instead. Right! I came out in reality that I’m not a pure woman, not the kind of a woman that wears high heels, puts on makeup, wears big earrings such as a prostitute, and also wears sexy shorts revealing my gorgeous body, all of those were not my hobbies. I felt like I was an old prostitute and allergic to that kind of thing, it was horrible.

“Males are just no fun when it comes to dressing up.” Something about Felix’s sourpuss personality made me want to tease him. I inwardly sighed. This was probably the same reason why Prince Legiere couldn’t resist messing with my head at every chance he got. I stripped off my giant loose shirt in a slow and sultry manner. Throwing off my shirt, I let it land in a heap. The leather breeches came off next, and I kicked it away with my foot. One glance at Felix showed me that his silver eyes running rampant all over my body, but there was no expression on his face. I hid my breasts. The only thing he got a good look at was my ass. I guess it was going to take a lot more than stripping to get a

“Did you see Miss Voss in Lit today?” “Bro, her body is insane. Decent clothes, but nothing can hide those huge breasts and that nice ass.” “She’s the reason I’m suddenly loving Literature.”