Crossdressed By Mom Novels & Stories

I told her as I headed to the main door. "Wait here, young miss," my overdramatic mom said in an authoritative voice, and I turned to her, confused. "Oh, my!" Mom gasped, making me worried, "your chest is literally falling out of that dress, and it's so tight on your ass. When did you buy this scandalous dress?" She pointed at my neckline that was showing just a little bit of my cleavage. She exaggerates! Moms...

I turn to the mirror. And damn. The dress sparkles. My makeup is light, clean, flawless. I look strong. “I’ve got this,” I whisper. “I’m going to be that strong girl.” **** Mum steps in wearing gold. “Is that what you’re wearing, Lisa?” “Yes. Problem?” Lisa replies, unfazed. Mum’s eyes drop to the crop top with the inscription’ Go’an fuck urself’ and the ripped jeans. “This doesn’t—” “Let her be,” Dad cuts in softly.

Palmer kept glancing in my direction from time to time. The fire in his eyes sent my heart racing. I knew I shouldn't be watching, but I was utterly spellbound. My eyes locked on the scene before me, completely unable to look away. "Oh my, you're so big today. I can barely fit my mouth around it," Mom murmured flirtatiously before straddling Mr. Palmer's hip. Almost instantly, the cluttered storeroom filled with the sound of Mom's gasps and moans, along with Mr. Palmer's restrained breathing.

I distinctly heard Yelena Lipton gasp on the other end of the phone, followed by several seconds of silence. "Mom's… gone? H-How could that be? This is just too sudden! I didn't mean to be absent. I-I'll buy tickets for the soonest flight possible and head back right away. Wait for me to come back, okay?" "No need. From now on, you and I should go our separate ways. There's no need for us to be tied together anymore. This is exactly what you want, isn't it?"

Mother said, eyeing me up and down. “You know that’s how all of my dresses are, Mom. Don’t expect me to change it and look like a damn nun,” I said bluntly. “After all, looking at how you prepared so much different food, I’m sure it’s a family member that’s coming. So let’s say it’s okay since I’m not showing off to a total stranger.” “Honey, what your mum is trying to say is…” Daddy started, but suddenly the door opened. And there Uncle Noah was at the entrance.

“What’s with you?” “Nothing,” I said quietly. Mom turned to the selection of dresses she must have spread out on the bench before I’d arrived. “I can’t believe you don’t own a single decent dress.” I’d always avoided going to official events because I hated the insincere schmoozing and backstabbing attitude of those who attended them. “What’s wrong with the dresses I own?” Mom had chosen the three least quirky dresses from my collection. All of them were in my favorite retro Audrey Hepburn style. She picked up a sky-blue dress with white dots. “Don’t you have anything solid-colored?”

Mom rushed to my side and hugged me. "Honey, I'm sorry." She winced at the look of me before forcing a sympathetic smile. "Are you okay?" "I just want to get out of this." I looked down at myself. "Sorry about the dress. It was raining and I walked home." Mom looked shocked. "Why?" Against my previous judgment, I quickly filled her in on the Brad drama as she unzipped me. She spun me around and hugged me again, embarrassing considering I was just in my bra and underwear.

Mom smiles brightly at me, "That's my girl," Vivian and Jessica came to my house to prepare for the party. The two ransack my wardrobe, and I let them. I don't wear most of my clothes. I only have plenty because my mom forces me to shop with her. I don't like wearing dresses or fancy outfits. I like baggy pants and tank tops. Mom thought I was gay when I was younger. That's why she would take me to do 'girl activities' as she calls them, and she's ecstatic that I found my mate__ a man.

Mom smiled ruefully and swatted me playfully before replying, "I like dressing professionally while I'm at work, honey. I just don't see the need to get all dolled up for no reason." Despite her statement, Mom looked down and admired the way her dress showed off her perfect hourglass figure. She quickly smothered a wrinkle before looking back up at me and adding, "OK, I admit it, this dress does look pretty good on me. Happy, honey?" I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulled her tightly against my body, and kissed her forehead, before replying, "No, babe. You look great period. The dress just lets everyone else see it too. Admit that and I'll be happy."

We go through the basic traffic after a bunch of turns and grabbed some snacks from a nearby drive-by. Mom notices my staring and says, “You okay, Marvel?” "Yes mom." I say as i turn to look at her. We head back home and mom changes to her work outfit. She looked so beautiful in her red beautiful dress. We head to the bar and i have to wait at the dressing rooms till mom is done with her presentations, meanwhile, I watch a movie from her phone. Valentine POV