Novelas y relatos de Crossdress

“Stress?” I could tell from the logos and colors of the paper bags that they weren’t for men. My cousin was gay, and he was proud of it, but ever since, he never liked crossdressing. He would splurge on expensive clothes, shoes, perfume, and accessories, joking he was too gay that he wanted to pamper himself with worldly possessions. I never believed him because he would sell them at the end of the year, put the limited-edition items on auction, and the money he earned from it would be donated to his favorite charities. “You change your preference now.” My lips curved into a smile as I teased Bob when he didn’t answer.

Yeah, my dad’s going to freak out for sure. My dress, if you want to call it that, is a stunning cutout, Criss Cross sleeveless dress. The silky-stretchy material gracefully hugs my curves, making me feel both alluring and at ease. Each step I take, the fringe hem sways playfully and adds a touch of whimsy. The vibrant cornflower-blue color beautifully complements the natural hue of my lighter sky-blue eyes. As I wear it, I feel like a vision, exuding confidence and elegance.

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?

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

I've been pregnant for six months, but my Alpha mate, William, has delayed our mating ceremony 29 times. He's waiting for his adopted sister, Rita, to find a mate so they can have a "two-couple mating ceremony." The 30th time I altered the waist of my beloved mating ceremony dress, the bridal shop assistant looked embarrassed, "Miss, this dress really can't be widened anymore. How about you choose another one?" Disappointment rose in my throat like bile. I called William, asking when the ceremony would finally happen.

I asked upon sighting a crop top that was capable of exposing not just my belly but my cleavage. "Here, look at this." Madam Cross said, showing me a see-through gown. "oh my gosh!" I exclaimed. "Don't be shocked. Look around us. What do you find girls putting on?" She asked and I turned around only to see that she was right. Their dress wasn't just modern; it was stunning and made them shine. "I'm going to have to wear something hot inside if I'm going to use this see-through gown, right?" I asked her and she busted out laughing.

I walked over to the bedside table, pulled open the drawer, and took out the stamped order form. Without looking at him, I walked straight to the shredder by the desk and fed the bill into it. The machine whirred to life. The order form, with its waistline altered more than a dozen times, was reduced to thin strips of paper and dropped into the bin. He froze for two seconds before turning and grabbing my wrist. "What are you doing?" His expression darkened, anger barely restrained. "What kind of tantrum is this? You're even canceling the wedding dress now?"

I outlined my plan vaguely, as I untied the string that held the dress secure. ‘Maybe you haven’t forgotten how to be a dom.’ Chesed taunted. I rolled my eyes because I was not going to even reply to him. I have better things to do. Crista gasped as I slowly pulled the fabric away, leaving her bare to me. Realization hitting me, this white lace bra and pantie set must be new. No way had Crista borrowed these. They fit her ample breasts perfectly. Which only got Chesed and me both thinking the same thing. ‘She was commando this morning.’ Chesed groaned. “Fuck…” I groaned, running a finger along the edge of the bra.

Cruz sarcastically said. "But I want to know," Andrei's said while laughing so his mom won't get mad. "Whatever, son" Mrs. Cruz annoyed, "Let's go, Fleur?" She asks. Fleur just nodded and follow Mrs. Cruz going upstairs, they go to Mrs. Cruz's room and it shows her some dresses and undergarments. "I buy those undergarments and those dresses are given by a friend of mine who has a daughter that is at least older than you," It explained and sit on the bed to show the dress to Fleur.

It's quite rare for Wren to use the word 'fucking' anywhere. "Stop staring you guys, I'm just excited." She grins. "And from what I'm seeing, our dress code is perfect for the event," I say after seeing a couple of ladies walk from their Bentley in quite large gowns. "I wouldn't even want to imagine how it would have been if we were wearing outfits that didn't match the theme. We'd probably be featured on E-News on 'the worst dressed people' at the masquerade party." Roxy places a hand on her chest and sighs.