روايات وقصص ضمن Crossdress Storys

Story 4 Title: Artist’s Muse Blurb: Lena, an art student, agrees to model for enigmatic painter DamienCross, known for his sensual, provocative work. As she disrobes, Damien instructs her in how to pose, breathe, and expose hervulnerabilities, not just her body. Each session becomes more intense,as their connection deepens into obsession. The canvas isn’t the only place Damien explores her, soon, their bodies and emotions become intertwined in a passionate, reckless affair.

Two months later, there was a new development in Victoria's case. Daniel told me that by tracing international bank transfers, the police confirmed Victoria had indeed drained the brand's accounts of a massive sum, totaling four million dollars. Part of that money was startup capital Alex Fashion had set aside for a new product line. The other part was from a loan he’d taken out, using his studio and home as collateral. Victoria's scam was brilliant, in a twisted way.

“Actually, I did crossdress before when I was young. My mom wanted a daughter, but it turned out that I was a boy. Therefore, she decided to raise me like a daughter. “When I started to learn how to walk, my mom took advantage of the fact that I couldn’t resist and put me in dresses during summer. She even let my hair grow long and really treated me as a daughter.” Elisa was interested. She smiled. “I never heard of this before.” “It’s my embarrassing past. How could I let you know?” “How long did you wear dresses for? Didn’t your family oppose the idea?”

I furrowed my brows at this strange sight. "Hey baby, you wanna be my date for the night," a voice called. I resisted the urge to fiddle with my dress and to feel some kind of discomfort over a comment some sexist puta, who's GPA is probably 0.5, made. I inhaled deeply and placed my body at ease. My dress did cling to my body but not as tightly as it would seem. The material was cosy and was crocheted by Jax. Of Course at the time he'd cussed me out for wanting it to be 'a dull grey' so he added a bunch of extra material and style and then continued to ridicule it. Nevertheless it was a masterpiece that stopped at my knees and fell slightly off my shoulders.

But if that is what he wants to see me in, then why not? I take the swim wear from his hand with a smile, disappear behind the curtain and hurry to get undress. One part of me is hoping that he would come back here so we could fuck, but I guess we have to have respect for these people and their store. When done, I go to show off body and the tiny clothes that are covering my private areas. Mr Cross runs his eyes over my body with a look of approval. And I do a little twirl. "Good, let's go."

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.

~STORM "How are we going to do that? I'm so tired Mom!" I cried. Madam Cross took her in and made me sleep in her arms. The next morning, Madam Cross made me eat well enough and then took me to the mall again. We got into the clothing part and I became in awe of the types of clothes that were being sold in there. "Why is this so revealing?" I asked upon sighting a crop top that was capable of exposing not just my belly but my cleavage.

The dress I wore was so thin and small that I almost felt their eyes watching my privates. "She looks like full of juice," Kruz's comment made me look away in disgust. I wouldn’t have worn this dress if it wasn’t for the ritual. "Lift up your dress," Kruz came in front of Prince Conrad, who hadn't spoken a word till now. "I said grab your dress and lift it up all the way to your bre**ts," Kruz was shamelessly licking his lips as he kept mumbling to me. Every step he took near me resulted in me taking two steps backwards.

Alexander waited for Cassandra to take off her bra and panties because the party dress the girl was wearing had been removed. Cassandra sighed. Should he use the same trick as Alexander. Throws her bra in Alexander's face and attacks him· But the bra doesn't matter

I smiled letting my lust sneak through. "Hold on," Timothy grinned. I was in trouble. "When I helped Cáel move in I saw he had a huge box full of women's clothes - not in his size. He's not a cross dresser." Gee - thanks Timothy, you right bastard. "What is a cross dresser?" Aya piped up. I groaned. "A cross dresser is a man who dresses up like a woman," Nikita provided. "A Drag Queen is a man who dresses up like a famous woman/actress/singer. A transvestite is a man who dresses like a woman because they want to be a woman."