Crossdressed By Mom Novels & Stories

I sent a message to mom informing her I’d be coming. I wish I could escape tonight. But oh well… ****** The drive to mom’s place was absolutely pure hell in the cities rush hour. I’d change in the office bathroom after that blackmail bomb had dropped, ditching my work slacks for the shortest black dress I had stashed in my bag. It was basically a scarp of fabric; clingy, low cut with the hem barely covering my ass cheeks. My nipples were poking out like traitors. Deep down, I had planned to go so I had kept the dress he’d asked for. Expecting my stepdad’s dick felt foolish, I know but I couldn’t let go of the video.

"It smells like mothballs and disappointment. And I look like an Italian version of Mrs. Doubtfire." Mamma’s eyes went wide with anger, "You will show respect This dress is an honor. You have to understand that your looks are a weapon for the family, and this dress is high caliber." I ended up giving up and reluctantly pulling on the dress. But the moment I stepped out of my room, wearing the absurd, stiff fabric, I saw it. Mamma’s face crumpled immediately. She tried desperately to hold onto her stern expression, but her shoulders started to shake uncontrollably. She started laughing too, a rare, beautiful laugh that always made her look instantly ten years younger.

She wouldn’t be acting like this with my older brother, Ryder. Mom pursed her lips as she looked at my face. “Are you sure about her? I mean, perhaps you are merely fascinated by her.” I snorted. “Really Mom? I get you all to think I’m out there, but I’m not that far out there.” She smiled and squeezed my shoulder. “Sorry, it’s only she’s so…” “I know,” I said, grinning as I remembered my mate in that black dress. Mom sighed, snapping me out of my daydream. “Okay, new rule. No mentally undressing your mate when I’m around.”

Every pair of eyes in the room turned on the Sutherlands like blades. Grandpa clutched his chest, gasping for air, and pointed a shaking finger at Mom. His lips trembled but nothing came out. Mom stared at the screen, frozen, then whipped her head around and locked eyes with me. Meanwhile, Dad stood on the stage, looking down at the whole family from above, and tapped the microphone lightly. "I hope everyone's enjoying the gift. Now then, shall we talk about that additional investment?" Mom lunged at the screen like she'd lost her mind. "Turn it off! Turn it off!"

Three months later. The visitation room of the detention center was divided in half by a thick sheet of glass. Dad was sitting in a chair. On the other side of the glass, an iron door swung open. A guard led Mom into the room. She was wearing a blue prison uniform. Her hair had been cut short, exposing streaks of gray at the roots. Her cheeks were sunken, her lips chapped. Slowly, she sat down in a chair and picked up the intercom.

His mom greeted him cheerfully. She was strutting around the kitchen in a white, stretchy tube-top that strained to cover about half of her breasts, leaving the other halves bulging out of the top. Her nipples created obvious bumps just below the seam of the neckline. She also wore boy-shorts that were meant to be underwear, but she wore them as a bottom. Her mid-riff was completely bare. His mom had been dressing as if there was going to be a scene every morning. Ben loved looking at her in what he thought of as her "slut clothes," and loved that she assumed they would be shooting every day.

Instead, he was looking at me with a hint of curiosity. The woman, whose hand Julian held, was dressed in a long, white dress. She had an elegant and gentle air, yet she was nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear under my scrutiny. Yohan noticed the way I was staring at Emily Walker. He then stood protectively in front of her. If I truly had lost my memories, I might actually believe that these people before me were a loving family of three. Julian tugged at Yohan's hand and whispered, "Since Mommy lost her memories, does that mean you guys can get a divorce now, Daddy?"

The greed and excitement in her eyes were impossible to hide. She smiled and walked over. "Beth, those emerald pendants that Mr. and Mrs. Cox wear sure are pretty. Why don't you have anything like that around your neck?" My expression dimmed slightly, and a bitter smile played on my lips. "Those are exclusively for family members to wear. Mom, Dad, and my brother never take them off. Maybe you don't know… I'm just their adopted daughter." As I spoke, my gaze turned blank. "I-I just wanted to have one made secretly, so I could wear it too. That way, I'd feel like we were really a family."

The thought of his lips against mine and his hands touching my body made me want to puke. "I won't be changing mom, this is the dress I feel comfortable in," I walked from the house. "Okay, wait on me," my mom gained upon me. When we got to the square area it was crowded with young males and females ready to pair with their partners, they were going to spend their entire life with. My mom saw a friend of hers, she left my side to say hello. "Why aren't you wearing the red dress I told you to," I heard Turner at my right.