Crossdress Mga Nobela at Kwento

They could only be present for cheering on the racers, which was why I have to cross-dress. As soon as the clock struck 12, I got up and tiptoed towards Krystal’s room. Only after I was sure that she was fast asleep did I go back to my room. I removed a small suitcase that hadn’t been opened in a long time from the closet. Inside were some male clothes I had purchased years ago. I took out black pants and paired it with a black tee. Because I have a curvy bust, I needed to wrap it with three to four layers over to make it appear flat.

“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

A silver cross hung around his neck. Like their male counterparts, the girls were definitely dressed to party. The first one had long, straight blonde hair and soft, pouty lips. She wore bright green "hot pants" and a teeny tiny tank top that was cut off just below her breasts. She was holding hands with a very petite little hottie who had done her blonde hair up in pigtails. She wore a very short hot pink miniskirt and a tight black top. The word "Cumslut" was written in silver glitter across hr chest. The last girl was a curvy, voluptuous knockout with long dark hair. She too wore a short skirt—light blue. Her large breasts were packed beneath a tight white blouse that just barely containe

“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.”

This was new. ''Mr Cross,'' I opened my mouth to speak but my voice betrayed me. His name on my lips came out as a plea rather than a warning. ''Wear this.'' He handed me the dress he held. I took it and turned on my heels before any other thing would happen. Because I wanted more, more of his touch. Ethereal. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror again. Perfect. The dress was ethereal. It was a deep wine colored dress made of pure silk. Comfortable, with a slit that ran from my thighs below. My whole back was bare and the dress ran down from my waist.

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 should have my hand wrapped around your waist right now to play the perfect couple, but I have a plan. So, until then…” I turn to him, narrowing my eyes suspiciously. What the hell is he planning? “Well, well, well. If it isn’t my little brother, the campus heartthrob.” We turn simultaneously. Cross is approaching us with a smirk on his face, a wine glass in one hand and his other arm wrapped around the waist of a gorgeous woman wearing what can barely qualify as a dress. The revealing gown exposes most of her cleavage, leaves her entire back bare, and barely reaches past her thighs. You’d think she had walked into the wrong event.

Her one saving grace was that the tempo was slow enough for her to catch up with the others. Caitlin again scanned the crowd, hoping for a glimpse of Caleb. But with all the costumes and masks, it was impossible to even tell who was really male or female. Occasionally, long hair sprawled out the back, and that made it easy, but some women wore their hair tucked in, covered up by a high collar, and dressed in men’s clothing. And some men, Caitlin noticed, strangely enough, dressed in gowns; she could only tell they were men by the muscles in their calves. She had never imagined that there would be any cross-dressing in this century. Was there anything off-limits?

With Rafael, I had to plaster a smile on my face, greet people I didn't ever want to know because they were either in his same line of business or were just pompous idiots who thought the world was their footstool. I'm the odd one out at this party; dressed fully in my jeans, shirt with my leather jacket tied around my waist while the females are dressed in swimsuits of different designs and the males in swim trunks. Hell, even Mr Cruz who'd been fully dressed like her just an hour ago has changed into a white linen shirt and board shorts and is busy conversing with his friend and twin sister.

Why did he choose to dress so horribly, anyway? Larissa struggled to swallow a gulp of saliva and said, "So you dressed up so horribly just to go grocery shopping?" Zayn smugly flipped his curly hair and grinned, "Even you couldn't recognize me, so my fans definitely won't. This way, I can have some fun!" Larissa pointed at Zayn, who was dressed as a high school girl with black-framed glasses, braided hair, and a small backpack. She said, "Cross-dressing is one thing, but why did you make Rachel flat-chested? Give me back my curvaceous Rachel!"