Crossdress Story Novels & Stories

I hopped on my driver's seat then Carly hopped on the passenger's seat and we where off to the pack mall, straight away Carly dragged me to a dress shop "I thought maybe we could just chill at a coffee shop and-" "No way! In two weeks we would be surrounded by alpha, betas and gammas from the nearby pack and I know for a fact that we are going to find our mates and we have to impress them Wi" I sighed defeated "fine I mean a dress wont hurt" we went through every dress in the shop and finally i landed my eyes on a nude cocktail dress which reached midway and had spaghetti straps,"tou have to fit it, its gorgeous" said Carly, I quickly ran to the changing room and putted it on then went back

"Queenie, don't be upset. It's just a ring. When I get back, I'll buy you another one." The pigeon-blood ruby on my finger was the token of love between my parents. There wasn't another one like it anywhere in the world. As I silently reconsidered the reliability of this arranged marriage, Queenie had already doubled over laughing. She looked me up and down with blatant contempt. "You? Look at you—wearing cheap clothes without even a brand label! And you dare claim to be Lucas's fiancée? That's the funniest joke I've heard all day!" I had studied design overseas for years. The clothes I wore were all designed and tailored by myself, so of course, there were no brand labels.

“Depends on the risk. Word is, you tried to frame the new Cross princess. That true?” Her expression didn’t flinch, but her pulse jumped. “Don’t believe everything you read.” “Funny. I could’ve sworn you taught me to.” She sighed. “I didn’t come here to trade barbs. You want money, I have it. But I need something done cleanly.” “Define cleanly,” he said, closing his laptop. “I need a narrative shift. Something that makes it look like the Cross family orchestrated their own scandal to gain sympathy. That those doctored photos were a setup—something Cameron Cross’s team faked to manipulate the media.”

Celeste Reyes stood near the edge of the crowded art gala, her curvaceous body wrapped in a tight red dress that showed off her breasts and wide hips, her long dark wavy hair fell over her shoulders as she watched Dara Lang move through the room like she owned every inch of it. “This is my moment”. She thought. Dara Lang, the elegant rich heiress with sleek platinum blonde hair and piercing ice-blue eyes, stopped in front of one of Celeste’s paintings, Celeste took a deep breath and walked straight toward her.

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.

****WHAT HAPPENED IN THE CLUB*** “Let’s see your clothes, “ Madam Gloria said as I unzipped my bag. I brought out a red dress, it was just hip length. I’d prefer to wear this, instead of the stupid clothes the others wore. “This is the wrong dress, you can’t go up there dressed like you’re going to a chapel “ she snorted. Did she just say…may the good lord have mercy on her. I quietly did the cross sign on her behalf. “No no no, this dress is better, I’m not a whore, I was raised decent “ I argue. “Then what’s such a well-bred girl like you doing in a club?” She asked. “I don’t see how that’s your business “ I snapped. “You know what, just go back home, I’ll call you later, “ she says. " Of

" Then you try again. That's what creators do, Celeste. They fail, and they learn, and they create something even more beautiful. You're not just making a dress. You're telling a story." His words were like a key, unlocking a door in my mind. " A story," I repeated softly. " Nova's story," he confirmed. "She's been through hell and came out stronger, like forged steel. And now, she's marrying the love of her life. The dress shouldn't be about hiding or conforming. It should be a declaration." And just like that, a vision bloomed in my mind. I tiptoed and kissed his lips. " You should be a designer. You sounded more like one than the Beta you are." I teased.

he replied however before I could reply to him he turned his back to me and started walking away… I was frustrated with his behavior but kept quiet seeing all people inside department, I wasn’t ready to cause any scene with him… not when I am already trying to get my hands on bringing them down… “Miss Victoria please follow me…” Manger of department store said and gestured me politely to follow him… I passed him a gentle smile and quite followed him to an empty stall, while I was waiting for my clothing I heard a soft moan, low growl and thumping sound coming from stall beside me…..I don’t need to think what was going on because it was kind of normal here for people to have sex in stall or e

And that’s when my jaw drops open. This can’t be true! I whisper. Because it’s her. The lady in the red silk dress that I saw in Bonny Markham’s nightmare. Krulisa Alexander Cross. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………

"I was hoping that you could wear this one." Crossing my arms over my chest, I roll my bottom lip between my teeth and suck in a breath of air. "I just said no fancy dress." "It is tradition," Thomas retorts and he unzips the dress bag to reveal a dark emerald green dress. The fabric shimmers and sparkles under the lights of the closet as Thomas pulls it out of the bag. It is covered in thousands of tiny little crystals. It looks custom-made. "Thomas," I gasp. "I can't accept this."