Crossdress Love Novels & Stories

Once I joined in, more people stopped by to watch the drama unfold. Heather Marsh, my husband’s childhood friend, invited him and all of the guests who were cheering for her into the church before she came to me. “Don’t be mad, Naomi. Liam and I are just putting on a show. “If you can’t accept it, I can tell everyone about it.” I nodded and motioned for her to do it, but Heather was stunned. Liam Xavier, my husband, pulled her behind him and glared at me in displeasure. “I’m just helping her. Don’t you have any sympathy? Is being jealous the only thing you can do?”

Her hatred toward Xavier had just drowned out the guilt. She took a deep breath and continued, "At first, he did not give in. But I approached him again about six months ago and told him that I'd had a crush on him for five years. I told him he was my first love, and I was willing to wait for him forever. "I think he saw the version of himself that he wanted to be in me, so his resolve crumbled, and he crossed the line." Rachel was wearing a red dress. Her long hair cascaded down her back. She was the same age as my younger sister, but her eyes held so much more secrets and sorrows than a woman her age should have.

My best friends burst in, arms full of fabric and excitement. “Aurora!” Selene exclaimed, chasing Xander out of the room. “Wait until you see what we've brought for you!” They unveiled a dress that took my breath away. It was a masterpiece, combining elements from various supernatural traditions. It sparkled like a vampire's skin in sunlight, while the skirt flowed like water, reminiscent of the fluidity of werewolf transformation. The dress had beautiful, fairy-like stitching around the bottom, and hidden within the fabric were magical symbols for love and safety.

Xander and I say together, and the flames of the candles rise up, creating a circle of fire around us. “Let the love that these two have for each other bind them together for the rest of eternity,” Meadow says. “Let our love bind us together,” we say and two pieces of cloth move out of the bowl that Meadow has, coming into the circle and wrapping around our clasped hands, holding them together. “If you are willing to bind yourself to this person, say the words that will seal you together for the rest of eternity,” Meadow says. I start. “I, Maeve Cross, willingly and purposefully bind myself to you, Alexander Holstin, from today for the rest of eternity,” I say and I watch as tears pool in hi

On my reply, his grin grew bewitching as though something was stirring deep inside his gold eyes. Lucius slowly slid his hand over the cover of my dress, sending another cold shiver that startled me for a moment due to its freezing temperature. My eyes were glued to his face as he drawled over the answer. After unbuttoning the first two buttons on the collar of my dress, Lucius leaned his hand down, whispering next to my ears, “in this world, my love, only men who has an interest in a woman would gift them a dress. It is because they want to be the only person to undress the cloth,” Lucius said with his voice deliberately low and slow, each intake of his breaths brushed my ears to feel my to

"The dress is smokin' hot, just like you. Own it, baby. Strut your stuff." "But the dress has no back to it, Jenny. What was I high on at lunch today that I listened to you when you said it would be perfect?" "You were high on life and love, sweetie. You'd just spent ten minutes telling me how on fire you are for Dr. Foxy's rockin' bod, and describing to me just what you wanted to do once you got him alone-"

“Now, let’s discuss Mr. Cross’s preferences.” “His preferences?” “Regarding how you present yourself.” Patricia unzips one of the garment bags with a neat, downward pull, revealing designer dresses. Labels I recognize from magazines, fabrics that look like they’d dissolve if you breathed on them wrong. “Mr. Cross prefers classic elegance. Nothing too trendy. Neutral colors for business events—grays, blacks, navies. Jewel tones for evening affairs. Hemlines at the knee, never above. Heels, never flats. Hair styled but not overdone. Makeup natural but polished.”

I must have been staring right back at him with a look of pure horniness. “Hmm?” My brain is absolutely not functioning. “I said I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted to imagine buying the woman I love something to wear.” He watched my face carefully. Imagine. Sure. He meant the woman he wishes he loved. But the only word echoing inside me is love. How unfair life is. How perfect everything would be if he actually loved me. “Okay,” I breathe. “Let’s go back.” We did find a dress—a sleek, floor-length black sheath. It clung in all the right places. As I slipped it on, I envy men—their lives don’t require hours transforming themselves into presentable humans.

"Lustrow? Why are you not putting on the dress I chose specially for you and your wife? Don't tell me you don't like it" Luna Dessa said. Lustrow wasn't wearing the shirt and pants and this was because of me. I was happy he didn't because I also didn't want him to wear the same clothe with me, we share no relationship... Not even friendship, Lustrow hated me and I realized it was becoming intense day by day with me not having a clue of its reason. Luna Dessa didn't like it the way he wore another dress, making us look totally different... The colour of the dress was not even similar to the one i wore at all. He was wearing a green shirt and a pair black jean trousers, making him look odd...

‘Are we going to a Goth club or a funeral? They both looked sheepish. Cath offered a scanty explanation. ‘You’ll find out later.’ Cath’s husband drove us to some seedy corner in the seediest part of town. He was unhappy about leaving his wife in the neighbourhood, but she laughed at him. He tried not to laugh at Abe, dressed in little more than a pelmet and high heels, a low-cut sleeveless blouse and a beret. The colours didn’t match, hair sprouted wherever cloth met skin, but as Mave pointed out, there would be so little light no one would notice. One thing I did notice – Abe was in earnest. I had to conclude, any bloke who took this situation seriously had to have clandestine cross-dressin