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She loved art, she was always dressed with floral dresses and her life philosophy was 'you only live once' although that hadn't been like that forever. When Gigi and Liz turned thirteen, they decided to try new styles until they find their own. They wore all black clothes for a week, then they tried vintage clothes and the following day they dressed as cheerleaders. Until by the end of the month, Liz stuck with her hippie phase and Gigi was a person who really cared about high fashion.

Worst of all, Elijah seemed unaffected by all this. “We’re heading to town tonight. How do we look?” Elijah asked, twirling to give Croix a 360. “He bought me the dress.” I added, slightly embarrassed that Croix didn’t like it. It was strapless and form fitting, showing off the curves I’d developed in the past few weeks of stuffing my face. “Fuck no, Elijah.” Croix stared at Elijah who smiled yet at him. “You’re going to get back into the fucking house before I put a fucking bullet through your skull. That’s what you’re going to fucking do.”

All of them were waiting for the twins to appear. Thomas was wearing an alluring female outfit today. Working in the fashion industry, Hilda had met many agender people. She also came across many cross dressers. However, she honestly felt that most men did not look good in female clothing. Men and women were physically different. Most men had a more muscular frame compared to women. Therefore, it was easy to tell that they were transvestites when they put on female clothing. In the entertainment industry nowadays, there were many photos of male celebrities cross dressing in female clothing. Those photos were very disturbing, one could immediately tell that it was a man in women's clothes. Th

My nose wrinkled in disgust at Ryder’s fake responses, my lips sealing once again over my cup of tea before speaking. “But what about cross-dressers? I recall you weren’t too fond of them.” Ryder’s complexion darkened, his fists clenching so hard his knuckled turned white. I sipped on my tea. “Saying I am not too fond of cross-dressers would be hypocritical as I am the one who buys my little brother’s skirts and make up, Carter.” The tea suddenly scraped against my throat, making me cough vehemently. My dad stretched on his chair, hitting my back twice with his palm.

she gestured at me wildly “...this is illegal. How can one person be both hot and beautiful?!” “Well, as you can see,” Sebastian slung an arm over my shoulder, “with our Noah, anything’s possible.” “For once, I agree with you,” Penny said dramatically. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture before I could react. “Hey! What are you...” I started. “This,” she said, shoving the phone in my face. My mouth dropped open. She had just posted the picture on our trip platform with the caption: Cross-dressing is the latest trend.

“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.”

After everyone went to bed at night, the loud snores of my gruff father the only noise heard outside of my room, a sign that everyone had turned in for the evening, I would allow myself to indulge in the desires I had suppressed throughout the entire day. Crossdressing, or being trans, as the more cultured people outside of my small-minded pack called it, was something that would get me roughed up and driven out in a heartbeat. During the day, I was the quiet, weird loner that no one paid much attention to. In school, I flew under the radar, except for when the Alpha’s and Beta’s kids needed an easy target to pick on.

"You think you will be attending a party? You plan on seducing all the rogues so that they will stop waging war?" I looked down on my clothes. Yes. I wore a yellow dress but there was a short underneath. "What's wrong with my clothes?" "We will be using a horse. A dress is not something you should wear in this situation," Knoxx informed. I lifted my dress and showed them my shorts and before they could see what was under it, they all looked away, their faces brightened. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Showing you my shorts," I answered. "Put your dress down!" Knoxx answered, growling. "Are you out of your mind, woman? Do you think we are not men?"

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

Jessica and Cade threw glances at each other, wondering what Cruz could be planning but not being able to ask questions because he already requested them not to so they decided to do as told and just go upstairs to change their dresses. "Wear something smart, not fancy!" Cruz instructed, referring to Jessica just as she was about to climb the stairs. She turned around and rolled her eyes at him while Cade chuckled as climbed up the stairs. In a couple of minutes, Cade returned in short blue chinos trousers and a white shorts sleeve, round neck T-shirt while Jessica was in black hot pants and a milk asymmetric top tank. "You see, smart and fancy!" She complimented herself as she also came dow