Crossdress Novels & Stories

The theme of the party was cocktails on the rock, more like mixing drinks and getting high or something, but the dress code was formal and the theme cherry red and black. I had a long cherry red gown, formal, and it had a transparent material, strung on the parts where it was visible. On my bust area, the neckline duck low and my plump breasts were pushed upwards, making it look big, fat, and juicy. “I’m going to be killing people who stare at you inappropriately,” he explains. “No! You can’t do that,” I cry out softly, then chuckles when he grimaces. “I should just peel these clothes out of your body and fuck you until I fill your body with cum,” he tells me and I wheeze, coughing to silenc

Coward. Faced with the prospect of my first day as Alpha Alexander's personal maid, I stood before the closet, contemplating the array of clothes hanging within. Uncertainty lingered as I sifted through the options, seeking the perfect balance. A long-sleeved T-shirt, adorned in subtle patterns that mirrored the sophistication of the Alpha's mansion, emerged as the ideal choice. The soft fabric promised both ease of movement and a touch of casual elegance, suitable for following the bastard's orders. As I slipped into the snug embrace of skinny jeans and pulled the T-shirt over, a sense of readiness and determination settled within me.

My only saving grace was that the door was wide open, so I doubted he’d try anything. “Are you ok Miss Cross?” he questioned. Something clicked for me. “How do you know my name?” “It’s on the register,” he replied. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Except it says Hunt on the register.” He scratched the back of his neck, bringing my attention to his delicious arms. “Lucky guess?” There was something strange going on here, but I ignored it as I smirked, walking up to him. “Mr Cage whose full name I don’t know, you’re coming off as a stalker right now.”

“why you have the light symbol that can only be gained by doing the holy trial from the church?” “I..” Audelia frowned in confusion but it didn’t last long, soon enlightenment came to her beautiful face. ‘Don’t tell me…’ ‘That cross dresser God must have done something again!’ ‘You damn cross dresser God!!’ ‘Just you wait! I am going to beat you half to death!’ (A/N : The symbols are in my discord channel. You guys can join if you want to see it. ^_^ )

I picked the dress and looked at it carefully. One was a sexy maid beer,like those costume they wear for the oktoberfest festival .There were also matching panty,pantyhose and bra.Then long black heels . Next ,there was a cute peasant dress ,Alice in Wonderland themed ones; and a red bow headband. There were matching underwears for these one also.

“Uhhhhhh, no. No, you didn’t.” “Oh, well… Guess what.” Her smile is just a bit too big. “Come on, we never do anything outside the house. It will be different and fun.” She steps closer to me. “And I will make it worth it all when we get home….,” she purrs into my ear. Damn, this girl was entirely too good at wielding the art of seduction. I stepped back and took another look at the dress. It would come down to about my calves. What the hell, I’ve done the cross-dressing thing for Halloween. What’s the difference? It’s not like anyone that I know will be there. “You are going to owe me some serious kink for this one.”

" Yeah, about that, a number of them agreed to it except for one person." I leaned on the steel wall, frowning. " Then the hell with her. Get someone else to fill her place?" Ruth's lips curved downwards. " Actually, sir. The models a guy." My frown went deeper. " What is all this crappy talk? I told you I need female models. What's a guy doing here?" " He's a model just like the rest of the women, Mr Langdon," Ruth explained, her eyes going through her clipboard. " He's... Well, how do I put it? A crossdresser."

Abe’s only contribution was, ‘Enjoy yourselves now, but it isn’t going to happen. Cath ignored him and rubbed his face. ‘It’s smooth, but his hair is so dark on the white skin.’ ‘Let’s black him up.’ ‘It will have to be a long-sleeved dress and thick tights.’ Mave disappeared to the bathroom and came back with some waxing strips, waxing honey and a wax warmer. Things had reached farcical. I had to intervene. ‘Let’s try something else. I’m looking at some cross-dressing advice online. There is one picture here of a very hairy man in a short-sleeved, short dress, hair everywhere, bushes poking from under his décolleté.

"Where are we going, Axe?" I asked, surprised to see him dress me up like a wonder woman in a tight all-black outfit, for the inside. The outside of my body is covered in a fiery red dress, where the fabric legs dangle down. "Party. Witnessing your uncle's destruction." My uncle's destruction... He doesn't bear the name Xandersis, does he? Should I do it?

Candor appeared in the doorway. Her black sandals had been replaced by red pumps, with slightly higher heels. Her black dress was now replaced by a red one, a much shorter red one. On a shorter woman, the dress might have made mid-thigh, but on Ms. Candor it was perhaps two inches below her crotch. The dress was made from scarlet stretch mesh, apart from the spaghetti straps over the shoulders and a V-shaped panel of lycra that started over her nipples and dropped down to cover her pubic area. She stretched up her arms once more and turned. The shoulder straps joined between her shoulder blades where a strip of Lycra ran down her spine to cover the crack in her buttocks, all the rest of the