Crossdress Tales Novels & Stories

Something happened tonight," I whispered urgently. Alex's expression turned inquisitive, and he nodded. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. I took a deep breath, preparing to unfold the tangled threads of my encounter with Christy and the emotions Natalie had awakened within me. "Yeah, what... DID?" Alex emphasized, his voice laced with curiosity. His gaze drifted away, fixated on a captivating figure across the room. I followed his line of sight, and my heart skipped a beat. Christiana stood poised, radiant in a stunning green lace dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The garment shimmered under the light, accentuating her beauty.

In an instance, a group of girls were eyeing him from afar, and he winked naughtily at them, making them squeal. "Well, apparently they made a crossdressing cafe." Adam spilled. "Wow for real, man?" Taylor spoke in shock, his face twisted into a grimace. "Yeah, but they're not crossdressing and all, just wearing wig and some feminine looking outfits. Not that frilly maid outfit like the ones in the comic, yuck." Adam scoffed. The three of them then guffawed. Not long after that, they reached the cafe. The line was very long that they have to separate it into two lines.

My hands shook as I slit the seal with a butter knife. “Club Noir cordially invites you to the Annual Auction of Submission. January 15th. Mask required.” I read it four times before the words actually sank in. Then I read it a fifth time, and a sixth, until the elegant script blurred. My stomach twisted so hard I had to sit down on the floor, back against the cabinets, knees drawn up to my chest. I had heard the stories for years. Dancers and writers and photographers, all of us drowning in the same swamp of debt and disappointment, whispering the same name: Alexander Kale.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

The man said in an angry tone. I went to take a step towards the desk, "crawl." I got down on my hands and knees and crawled towards the desk slowly. I started to cry. "Oh don't cry faggot, you'll smudge your makeup." The man laughed loudly at his own joke. As I got closer, he scooted his chair back. I crawled in the dark crawlspace under the desk. It was enclosed on three sides. Two by the drawers and one by a full length facade at my back. I would be under here and they would have no idea. In this crouched position, the thong uncomfortably sliced into my sides and up my ass. Every movement in this position moved the string, it dragged the plug slightly as it moved.

Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fantasy fiction. All names, characters, businesses, events, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. As a writer, I believe in the power of storytelling to create worlds that allow readers to escape reality and explore their imaginations. Each character and event in this story has been crafted with care, and I hope they resonate with you as much as they do with me.

Srisha is a girl. She is a whore and slut. She goes to uni one day dressed almost nude. She moves around seducing every man on campus from teens to old men. Everyone has an itch to fuck her raw. ************************* Just another noon on campus, except today, the breeze was carrying a hint of something more - sex. Srisha walked out of her dorm wearing nothing but a brief pair of panties, thigh-high socks, and a translucent raincoat over her bra. Raincoat? That's what she called the sheer fabric that clung to her curves and left nothing to the imagination.

The one that started all of this! This one was also straight porn, but there were threesomes with two men/ one woman. Many of them included double penetration or simultaneous anal & vaginal penetration. We looked through the images and both commented freely on them. Suddenly my uncle pulled out a metal tool box from his closet floor and placed it on the bed. Next, he grabbed a key from his underwear drawer and unlocked and opened it. There were a couple of small butt plugs and a male masturbation sleeve inside, plus a bottle of lube.

A true gifted can conjure magick while being naked and stripped of all tools, talismans, and ingredients. We follow her onward after her wide eyed, insulted, open mouthed, non-response, down an inner stairway to a basement and into what looks like a ritual alter room. Dark walls draped with purple velvet and adorned with more symbols and candles. The floor is painted with a huge pentagram and each corner dotted with a burning pillar candle. A large alter table at the far wall contains a mix of crystals, ornaments, figurines, and hanging herbs.

Like he’s used to grabbing the world and making it what he wants. I run my thumb over the tender spot high on my left breast. The ridges of the final mark are still developing, but I can try to read them with my fingers. No. I overheard Finn and Xandra talking about a compromise between traditions—there aren’t tents, like there would be in Dun’s Crossing or many other kingdoms, but there are clothes on the path back to the palace. I wriggle out from under my mate’s arm, trying not to wake him without opening my eyes. I’ll grab us clothes so we don’t have to immediately run away if he’s the embarrassed type.