Crossdress Fiction Novels & Stories

She had taken off her dress, and was now standing in a red lace lingerie. The bound men looked at themselves, then back at her. They had seen the huge bulge in the front of her pants. ‘She was transgender the whole time?’ They communicated telepathically. “Oh yes! I know you've all seen it. I'm a solid six inches. Proudly.” Anna smirked and lashed the whip in the air and it produced a loud sound that made the bound men's heart gallop thrice as fast. The men and women she invited in, took their bound partners—a guy and a lady to one bound man.

Cross could feel the growing damp spot on his clothes and he wanted to explore the place that was currently leaking all over him. He walked her over to the couch and dropped her unceremoniously. She squeaked again as her body bounced on the cushions. "That dress doesn't cover anything. Take it off." He demanded while he stared down at her. She pulled the dress over her head, she also shook her braids free of the ponytail she had been wearing. She sat there naked before him, her large breasts sagged slightly and her pussy had a low patch of dark curly hair protecting it from his lecherous gaze. He wanted to take a closer look. He fell to his knees in front of her.

I smiled letting my lust sneak through. "Hold on," Timothy grinned. I was in trouble. "When I helped Cáel move in I saw he had a huge box full of women's clothes - not in his size. He's not a cross dresser." Gee - thanks Timothy, you right bastard. "What is a cross dresser?" Aya piped up. I groaned. "A cross dresser is a man who dresses up like a woman," Nikita provided. "A Drag Queen is a man who dresses up like a famous woman/actress/singer. A transvestite is a man who dresses like a woman because they want to be a woman."

“Yes. When the crowd began to lessen, I searched for you and found you in that room, passed out… naked.” Liam has difficulty breathing. “Man, whoever you fucked, is so heartless. I mean, how could she leave you there on the floor like that?” Except it wasn't a girl! It was a guy! And this guy might tell the whole world that he's gay! “I was the one who dressed you and all. Man, you are so heavy!” Aiden said, “So, who was the girl? Oh, right. You said you can't remember.” Liam quickly got to his feet.

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First one had failed because he was too religious and told her she'd have to attend week day masses alongside Sunday masses if they were to become serious. The man was hot and all, took gyming seriously and all that, but she was never such a religious person, and she wasn't sure she was planning to be—ever. Not after what happened with her parents and brother nine years ago. She pulled out a red flowing gown which had openings at the sides and back. She stared at it for a few seconds, her mind crafting a picture of how she'd possibly look in it if she eventually wore it. “Nope." She shoved it back into the wardrobe and reached for another.

"Is it not enough that you're strong, resilient, kind despite how they've treated you?" I blushed, unused to compliments. "I'm none of those things." "You are," he insisted. "I've watched you endure their cruelty without becoming cruel yourself. That takes a strength few possess." I turned away, overwhelmed by his words and by the gifts spread across the bed. My fingers trailed over another dress, this one a soft blue rather than white. "That one's not for the wedding," Cross explained. "But I thought you might like it for other occasions." I picked it up, holding it against me. The fabric was softer than anything I'd ever worn. "It's beautiful."

So, I grew bolder. “I keep fantasizing about older men, Father. Strong, experienced hands pinning me down. Being fucked hard and deep until I can’t think straight.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “Men like you.” Silence. I slid my hand beneath the hem of my sundress. My panties were already damp. I pushed them aside and ran two fingers along my slick folds, biting my lips to hold back my moan. “I’m touching myself right now, Father,” I breathed. “I’m so wet. My fingers are sliding through my dripping pussy while I confess my sins to you.”

Months after the funeral, and the ache between her legs still wouldn't let her sleep, she grabbed the thick dildo, its familiar weight heavy in her palm, and lay back against the pillows, her breasts rising and falling fast under her thin nightgown. "Why does it still hurt like this every damn night?" she whispered to the empty room, her voice cracking. She hiked up the gown, exposing her wide hips and the soft curve of her belly, then spread her legs wide, the cool air hit her already damp folds. "Just one time without crying after, please."

“Don’t grovel. Don’t pitch. Just listen to what he wants and act like you belong there. I do belong there. Then act like it. He hung up. Practiced his opening line in the mirror. Mr. Cross, it’s an honor. No too desperate. Dominic, I’ve been looking forward to this. Too casual. Mr. Cross, I believe we can be of mutual benefit. His hands were still shaking. He picked up the black envelope one more time. Ran his thumb over the wax seal. Felt the weight of it, the authority, the promise. This was the night everything changed. Sophia stared at her reflection and did not recognize the woman staring back. The dress was black. Backless, floor length, with a slit that climbed her left thigh like a d