Crossdress Love Novels & Stories

She wore a black dress that swallowed her small frame. This was his family. They looked… normal. Not cold. Not cruel… just human. Even though half of the people in this room weren't humans. Kross stopped walking. Axel noticed us first. His eyes narrowed slightly, then widened. He looked at Kross. Then at me. Then back at Kross. Kade followed his gaze. Belladonna tilted her head, curious. No one said anything. The silence stretched. “This is Sade,” Kross said finally, his voice steady but low. “You’ve heard of her.”

“Oh sweetie, it’s all just one big fucked up mess to you, right? Don’t worry, I’m not trapped anywhere. It’s just ‘Fake Drug’ used to be some serious gender-benders themselves. Have you heard their lyrics? And the front man used to perform in dresses sometimes when they were younger, and he was smoking h-o-t in them. Rest assured, I won’t be the only cross-dresser in the crowd.” I hum thoughtfully. “Not your typical hard rock band.” “Exactly, and I love that about them.” “Where did you get this dress?” He shrugs. “I bought it.” “It looks expensive.” “I have savings.” He rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on, don’t ruin the experience. I also bought the shoes.” He puts one foot on the seat, and I catc

❤️ ALYSSA ❤️ I got up from the bed and went straight to the bathroom, took a hot bath then walked to my wardrobe searching for the right outfit to wear to the club. I groaned when I couldn’t find anything, I wanted something sexy, appealing to men’s eyes that I will be the center of attraction in the club. I want every single man to drool over me, to love me and rub it on Mr Xavier’s face that I could still be loved. I ransacked through my minim wardrobe before finally getting the dress of my desire, it was a short straight gown, very short, and I didn’t know I had one of this in my wardrobe. It had a deep cut at the back, and it was braless, so I quickly put it on then did a light makeup, t

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, and just as the door handle turned, she dropped the bouquet and bolted back to her flat, shutting the door behind her and pressing her back against it. From the tiny crack of her curtains, Ava watched as Darsh stepped out, glancing around in confusion. His gaze dropped to the bouquet—a beautiful mix of his and Kyra's favorite flowers. He crouched, picked it up gently, and tilted his head as if trying to piece together the mystery. Ava's breath hitched as she took in the sight of him in her favorite outfit—his crisp blue shirt and black pants. God, why does he have to look so perfect? she thought, clutching her chest.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

The dress I wore was so thin and small that I almost felt their eyes watching my privates. "She looks like full of juice," Kruz's comment made me look away in disgust. I wouldn’t have worn this dress if it wasn’t for the ritual. "Lift up your dress," Kruz came in front of Prince Conrad, who hadn't spoken a word till now. "I said grab your dress and lift it up all the way to your bre**ts," Kruz was shamelessly licking his lips as he kept mumbling to me. Every step he took near me resulted in me taking two steps backwards.

Everything. Everything I figured out last night wasn’t easy for me. Although I crossdress as a lady to carry out the seduction plan on Jamie, yet I am a real man inside. I always like girls, and I dreamt about marrying a girl in the near future. However, maybe it is because I crossdress as a lady and keep pestering around Jamie, I become a real lady inside. I fell in love with a man, and that man happens to be my enemy——Jamie Lee Peyton.

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ Later that night, Celeste opened the door to her small studio apartment, soft lights glowed over the walls covered with her paintings. "This is my real world," she said, closing the door behind Dara. "Not the fancy galas, just honest feelings on canvas." Dara looked around slowly, then back at Celeste. "It feels warm here and alive. Like you." She stepped closer. "Why did you really invite me here tonight? Just to draw me?" Celeste pulled Dara into a deep kiss, her hands sliding around the heiress’s waist. "That was part of it but mostly because I wanted to taste you from the moment I saw you." Their lips moved hungrily, tongues dancing together.

For a split second, I hoped and wished it was Yas. I wore my short hurriedly without throwing a shirt on and crossed the apartment in three strides, pulling the door open with no hesitation. But heck, it wasn't Yas. Worse, Trina stood in my doorway. She was wearing a very sultry dress with thin straps, the kind that could snap off with a tad movement. Her hair was down, falling in loose waves around her face, and her eyes were red and glassy like she had been crying. Or had made herself look like she had been crying.