Novel & Cerita Crossdresser Humiliated

I remained stoic, we reached the doorstep for a never-ending dread and repulse for me. “I am just a gold digger. I sold my fucking body for money. Don’t say this.” I muttered, not wanting to think about it for a second. We stopped and Christian didn't even offer me his hand. I struggled and stood on the altar. But unfortunately, I stumbled a little and fell on his chest. Second hand embarrassment. A feeling of being humiliated in front of so many people filled me. And he didn't catch me even then. He didn’t bother to touch me and help me stand. I slowly pulled away and heard his voice,

“I see, so basically I look like a freak?” “Let’s see, you need makeup, real boobs, and you have to learn to walk on those heels and you need a wig.” “Fuck!” Valerie laughed. “Not to worry.” She reached for her laptop that lay on the coffee table and opened it up. After searching G****e she said, “look, here is a site for crossdressers. Give me your wallet.”

The guy, looking at me with a smirk, added, "No, she’s not my type. I’m not into whores." I felt my face flush with humiliation. My throat tightened, and my mind went blank. All eyes in the store seemed to be on me, judging, mocking. I wanted to disappear. Tears stung my eyes as I ran out of the store, not even bothering to grab the dress. Once I was back in my car, I gripped the steering wheel, trembling. This was all Anna's fault. Ever since she exposed me and my family, my life had been nothing but a nightmare. She had ruined everything—my reputation, my future, and now, she had humiliated me in public.

The kind that has enough layers to rival a wedding cake. “I am NOT wearing this!” I protest, waving the dress around like it’s a weapon of mass humiliation. “Oh, you think that’s bad? It’s that or this...” Zak, the traitor, holds up the worst thing I’ve ever seen—a see-through chemise. “And for the grand finale!” Jax joins in, lifting a male G-string like it’s some kind of prize. This is a new level of torment. “Okay, fine! Fine! I’ll wear the stupid dress!” I snap.

I didn’t want the matter to escalate to the police or become public. As I finished the dishes and came out of the dining area, the entrance door was forcefully flung open, slamming against the wall. When I saw who was standing at the door, I was rendered speechless. The person was tall, wearing a wig and a red gown that barely covered his thighs. His awkwardly worn heels and the makeup couldn’t hide the fact that he was a man, despite his pretty appearance. When did we know a cross-dresser? I blurted out, "Who are you?"

“Go clean yourself up.” He then proceeded to grab a pair of shorts and a singlet and walked out after that. I have never felt so dehumanised and humiliated in my life like this.

I cringed, wishing I had spared a moment to select a proper underwear before leaving the house. But looking back at Cross’s face, he didn’t seem to mind. His gaze intensified, like stormy dark clouds. “That’s not enough, little one.” He said, his eyes never leaving my body for a moment. “Take off everything.” I hesitated only for a brief second before obeying with shaky hands. I stripped down before his unwavering gaze, left in nothing. My bare breasts and clean shaven pussy stared back at him. I suddenly felt self conscious. What the hell was I even doing? This wasn’t me. What the hell was I thinking stripping naked in front of a guy, begging to be fucked?

“And I don’t need to be dressed up… I have nowhere to go.” It was as though my protest had gone in one of her ears and out of the other, she didn't seem unmoved by what I said at all. “This is how it’s done here, ma'am.” Cristiano's world was nothing close to mine. I didn't even have the right to dress myself? What was this? I wasn’t used to it, and I could never get used to being naked in front of strangers, but I knew arguing would be pointless. I sighed, trying to swallow the discomfort that was tingling up my spine.

He slapped my ass sharp in response, the sting radiating hot, the plug jostling deeper. “Sluts do not wear clothes,” he growled, leading me out the door on the leash. The palace halls were bustling with servants and guards, their eyes flicking to my naked form, whispers following us. I kept my head down, cheeks burning, slick starting to trickle anew from the humiliation. What the hell is wrong with me?! How could people see me like this and I still get wet from it? The plug’s weight made every step harder, my hole clenching around it involuntarily.

He then knelt down on the ground and tore her wedding dress. I was sobbing while I saw myself getting humiliated in front of everyone. He did not stop until he tore every single piece of clothing off of my body. "You like to fuck around. You like to be a slut. I will show you how to be a slut. Everyone, come here. Fuck her. I order you all to fuck her until she gets satisfied." He ordered and I grabbed Lucifer's hand. I looked at him with a horrific look on my face.