Crossdress Story Novels & Stories

"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?

“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

Lena tells us in a very husky voice as she flashes the coat open, adding to the sexual tension. “Do you like my crotch-less pantyhose?” she asks as she flaunts her roaring erection poking out for both of us as she teases underneath it with just one finger. “I was going to wear my garter belt and stocking for you, but this is more comfortable. Though it was difficult to get over my erection. “I do, very much, a fantastic turn on,” Jerry and I answer as one. I have long fantasized about cross-dressing men dressed just like this and having them while my man watched and perhaps joined in, which is about to happen.

She wore a black dress that swallowed her small frame. This was his family. They looked… normal. Not cold. Not cruel… just human. Even though half of the people in this room weren't humans. Kross stopped walking. Axel noticed us first. His eyes narrowed slightly, then widened. He looked at Kross. Then at me. Then back at Kross. Kade followed his gaze. Belladonna tilted her head, curious. No one said anything. The silence stretched. “This is Sade,” Kross said finally, his voice steady but low. “You’ve heard of her.”

Sam brought over some clothes for Damen and me. After kissing Damen, I crawled over to the side of the bed that Sam was standing next to. He examined my wounds and told me they had all healed. Then, he brought a white sundress in the air to me. I took his queue and lifted my arms so that he could help me put it on.

They stopped in front of a shop and Cruz gave her a smile, “want to go in?” She stared through the glass at the pretty dresses on display. “Yes but no.” “No? Why not?” “What if I find a dress I want to do our wedding in tomorrow and it doesn’t happen, and my heart is broken more than it already is?” “We’re going to find a way. We have to. I’m not giving up.” Cruz held the door open, “come on. Let’s go look.” She followed him into the shop and listened as he spoke in French to the shopkeeper. Whatever he was saying made the woman gush and squeal.

“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.”

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

She leaned down to look at Beatrice and said, “You can’t say that you’re older, so she should let you have it. That’s impolite.” Beatrice lowered her head and pouted. Barbara looked at Deedee, “Do you like this dress too?” Deedee cautiously nodded. Barbara smiled and asked the shopkeeper over. “Do you have another one of this dress?” The dress was inspired by the ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ costume. It was a popular item and sold out in Bassburgh. This was the last one they had. Barbara sighed and touched Beatrice’s head. “Bea, I’ll bring you somewhere else to find prettier dresses. We don’t have to take this one.”

“And so beside the point. I swear if he brings anything more than a pair of stockings, then I’m totally fucked. I looked at every closet last night, and they are filled to the hilt. Brian, I have wears more than a fucken store, what am I going to do? I don’t have space at all.” “You better find some space girl, and you better do it fast. Men don’t like searching for their boxers and finding your tights instead, or fighting through your evening dress to get to their suits every morning before they can get dressed for work. If he doesn’t cross dress, then you have a huge fucken issue. “Of course he doesn’t cross dress.” “Then sorry best friend, but you are screwed. Just close your eyes and se