Crossdress Love Novels & Stories

~Lexa’s POV~ "No, the red dress looks better on you than the white one. Plus, it’s a date, not a wedding." Christine wiggled her brows at me mischievously as she shoved the dress into my arms. "Stooop!" I groaned, hugging the dress to my chest. "You’ve been teasing me since you walked into this room." Christine laughed and pulled me into a tight hug. "It’s because I’m so happy for you."

"James! Don’t touch my wedding gown! It’s the only thing my grandmother left me! James! I’m begging you!" No matter how desperately I pleaded, the only response was an endless, suffocating silence. Completely breaking down, I sank to the floor, my head drooping in defeat, my disheveled hair sticking to my cheeks. At that moment, a notification lit up my phone. Lisa had sent me a video. In the video, James held a pair of scissors, slicing the hem of the gown over and over again.

I told myself as I looked back at the token of love the man in my life gave me. I smiled and began unboxing the package. It first came with a note that read, “My father just like me fancies red.” I smiled at the note. I pulled out the beautiful red dress. It looked as though it was made for me. That wasn’t all, there was another outfit with a note above it which read. “I fancy this one more.” I smiled and brought out the piece of clothes. It turned out to be a thong. It was going to be an interesting night I thought. My phone rang again and this time it was Tristan. I answered and brought it closer to my ear.

The line had been crossed, the battles faced, and the love proven unbreakable. Whatever storms lay ahead, whispers, family doubts, or unexpected challenges, they would face them together. The crossroads of her heart had been reached, and she had chosen boldly. There was no retreat, no hesitation, only the certainty of love that had endured, tested, and triumphed. And as the evening wore on, filled with laughter, soft music, and tentative reconciliation, Amara understood something profound: true courage in love is not the absence of fear, but the decision to move forward despite it. She looked at Liam, the man who had fought for her heart, who had become her anchor, her partner, and her home.

“The prince is giving Christmas kisses under the mistletoe! I’m definitely claiming mine.” She came running over, pushed Nancy to the side and kissed Keion on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, Keion.” He wished her a merry Christmas and mentally grit his teeth as several other girls from their year group, formed a line and either took kisses or gave them depending on how much they’d had to drink and how cognizant they were of the liberty they were taking with the oldest child of their Alphas Msia and Kaliah Hamadi.

Love said when she walked inside she did a u-turn I sat on the little couch that was placed in the middle o the room watching them going through my clothes, like their past time whatever they don’t like they send it on the floor and went back for more until they finally fell on a light green off-shoulder dress that looks nice I took it from them a try it on, when I came out of the bathroom Betanie had tears in her eyes and Love couldn’t contain her smile I only hope that I have a similar reaction to the members tonight, twirling for them “ I guess we have a winner?” “ hell yeah we need to find a nice shoe for you to wear with it” Coming out of the closet with a pair of shoes in the air Love

Her voice sounded so sweet. Finally, Sally had chosen a wedding dress for herself, so Crista accompanied her to the dressing room. Sally took off her clothes casually as if Crista is not watching her. She actually did it to deliberately show the hickeys on her body to Crista. Of course, Crista would immediately understand that it was Tristan who left those marks on her skin. "Tristan loves me so much that he likes leaving his marks on my body. He said that my body only belongs to him as I am also exclusively his," she said to Crista on purpose.

The room was empty and there was no indication of him being in the shower. There was a bag on the bed with a sticky note on it. The note said, 'For you for tonight'. I opened the bag and pulled out a long black dress. The dress was plain and when I examined it closely it had the crest on it. The golden C with the sword going through it. There were also shoes in the bag and underwear. I burst out laughing at the sight of the underwear and hoped it wasn't Creed that picked out the sets. I took the clothes with me and went to shower.

“I take it that you already know and you are good with it?” He asked as he removed the last of his shirt button and it came off. “Yes and yes. Cross already told me what to expect and I want it.” I sounded so bold and fearless. It kind of felt like I wasn’t the one talking. I got distracted when Lucas started pulling his trousers down. He was already hard and I could see the length of him outlined in his shorts. I waited eagerly for him to take the last piece of clothing off and just when he started to do just that, my other lover decided that he wanted my attention. Cross pulled me to himself and claimed my lips with his.

I was yet to finish my makeup. I pulled the door open to reveal Cruz, dressed in his Grey suit, a color I had to force on him. I was curious to know why he loved that and I would definitely ask him that when we are done with this. “Cruz!” I called out, a tinge of excitement evident in my voice. He looked good. He looked far from good. He was hot, breathtaking, gorgeous, call him anything. Especially with the way the fabric hung on tightly to his broad shoulder as though it feared that he might rip it into shreds.