Crossdress Love Novels & Stories

I nodded my head and he gave me his gentle kiss, sending warmth through me. I had 3 dresses picked in my head but they were all similar in style. Lace body, A line, silky skirt and no train. "Thank you for helping me." I told Eryn with a large grin as he left the room. Nate reappeared extremely happy. "Did you find something you liked?" He asked and I nodded my head. "Good." He picked me up and carried me to the bed, cuddling me close to his chest. "I love you so much Rain." He whispered. "I love you too Nate." I whispered back.

Fuck that. I swing my legs out of bed, the coolness of the floor snapping me into motion. I throw open the closet and pull out the tightest black top I can find—low-cut, unapologetic. I shimmy into my black dress and strap on my red-bottom Louboutins with enough force to make the heel snap. But it doesn’t. Shame. Would’ve been poetic. If I’m going to be Nathan Cross’s pet project, I’m going to bleed him for it. One dollar at a time.

She lifted the heavy lid of the box. Folded delicately inside layers of black tissue paper was a breathtaking, floor-length, backless gown made of heavy liquid-silk in a deep, rich shade of crimson red. Resting exactly on top of the dress was a thick, cream-colored cardstock note with one word written in sharp, bold black ink. Terrace.

The white fabric complemented my long, straight black hair, radiating a fresh goddess-like aura that drew photographers eager to capture my image. After a lengthy introduction, I began to present my work. "My first piece is titled 'Sweet Love.' To me, marriage is not a grave but rather something like honey—sticky, sweet, and filled with mutual support," I said, glancing down at Dominic Blackwood in the audience. Marvis styles nudged Dominic with his elbow, a playful smirk on his face. "Dominic, Scarlett is confessing her feelings to you! You should at least respond; don’t embarrass her."

And in that moment, Alexander Cross didn’t try to seal the decision into permanence with rings or vows or ownership. He just held her like a promise he intended to keep—with space, with honesty, and with the kind of love that didn’t demand captivity to feel real.

CHAPTER 13 MIRA As the evening rolled around, Mira found herself rummaging through her closet in search of the perfect dress for the party. She wasn't exactly thrilled about attending, but she didn't want to let Sophia down, so she was determined to make an effort. The closet was a mess, with clothes scattered all over the floor and hangers knocked askew. Mira sighed, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the task at hand. She had already tried on several dresses, but none of them seemed quite right. After some deliberation, she narrowed it down to two dresses - a sleek black one that hugged her curves and a flowy pastel pink one that made her feel like a princess.

I opened my contacts list to call my informant, who always gives me first-class news about anything luxury that I deserve, be it clothes, shoes, bags, and even news about billionaires. "Hello," I said when Alex picked up. "Hello ma'am "How are you doing? "I'm fine ma'am. I find out that Shein will be producing a dress worth $35,000, and only three will be produced, and it's only available for the fastest buyer." Alex explained while I smiled at myself that I would be getting this cloth. "I would love to get it. Just send me the details of the dress so I can make the order. "Okay, ma'am. Is there anything you want me to do?

“I have a suggestion. How about we host an event and invite young influencers and other aspiring entrepreneurs in the clothing industry. We could name it Her-titude. Our clothes would be on display for them to win vouchers to buy clothes. Bancroft produces the best luxury female outfits in the whole of New York. We just need to send out the word and people will show up. How about that?” People nodded in agreement and the other shareholders started rambling on and on. The remaining part of the meeting was a blur. She informed her driver to bring the car back to the entrance. She picked up her shades and she left the conference room. In the car, Leila could not stop the smile tugging at her li

"I have to tell you something. And if you laugh, I will probably jump into the campus pool and never come out." He stopped walking, his hands deep in his pockets. "I am not gonna laugh, Gabe. Talk to me." "I... I have always wanted to be a cross dresser," I blurted out. The words felt like lead falling out of my mouth. "I love the way the clothes look. The silk, the skirts, the would make me feel... light and sexy. Not like a typical man who’s supposed to be serious all the time." I waited for the blow. I waited for him to call me weird. But Leo just looked at me. His eyes were dark, tracking the way I was fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.

❤️ 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