Crossdresser Humiliated Novels & Stories

JANE'S POV “Hey Jane, can I come pick you up tonight? I ignored the message because I wasn't interested. Spicy was too extra and he made me laugh the entire time. He started telling me about how some guys tried to do him dirty because he was a crossdresser and how he fought all of them for self-defense. He demonstrated everything and I was laughing, forgetting that it wasn't a comedy show. He fixed the wig and when I added a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I was looking like a 24-year-old baddie. He started my make up and in no time we were done. I was taken to another room to pick out some selected outfits, and I fell in love with the first outfit I tried. I didn't take it off.

I felt disgusted and tugged at the ropes on my hand and legs again and moving made me realize I wasn't in my usually cloths anymore, I was wearing a very transparent night dress, no wonder he looked at me in a disgusting manner. I started crying, I felt disgraced, I felt dirty, I felt used, what did I ever do to deserve this kind of treatment. "Aww, you're crying now, you'll be crying blood when I'm done with you." Spencer said taking off his shirt. This was worse that being humiliated by Hugo, this was ten times worse that any pain or betrayal I had ever been through.

I was doing this shit for the only friend I have. However, was it really that hard for him to show even a snippet of compassion? I am a human too, and I feel things. Right now, he’s humiliating me again, and if all the humiliation I got wasn’t enough already, he seriously has some problems. How can he be so cruel? I was merely asking for clothes to cover my body…the body he lavished a while ago. I have nothing to wear. He had destroyed my dress along with my underwear, yet now he wanted me to wear his shirt instead of giving me some decent ones. The corner of my eyes moistened, but I immediately blinked them away, contending with my sharp glares, “You’re such a beast,” I hissed out in resent

My expensive coat was shredded within moments, and soon, I was left in only my underwear. Humiliation burned through me. I curled up into a ball and tried to protect what little dignity I had left. Yet, they deliberately dragged me out into the open, unboxed the supplements I had brought, and poured all of them on me. The sticky mess covered me from head to toe. I must have looked pathetic, like a drenched stray, because the passersby pointed at me and whispered among themselves. Meanwhile, Lyra, the instigator, stood a few steps away with her arms crossed and a self-righteous look on her face.

And there was almost no way I could win against these men. When Kex yanked the balance of what was left of my dress up, I felt utterly humiliated. "Fuck, Nagel. Can you see that?" Kex said when he took in the sight of me naked underneath. Of course, I was naked. Nagel didn't go shopping for lingerie for me to wear. "Kester! Please, help me!" I cried toward the video, wishing Kester would magically appear and somehow be quick enough to save me. Now more than ever, I wish this were some kind of fairytale where the hero was always right on time to save a stupid, helpless girl.

They were unlimited, he didn't say a word as they arrived at our table and he looked at me with a smile, then coldly instructed, “ Pull your clothes.” I couldn't argue. I stood up quietly, pulling the dress down until I was naked in front of him with just my bra. I turned red, I knew that there were scorched gazes on me and he knew that too. I was afraid of what he was going to ask me next, it was really a punishment and he was going to humiliate me. He wanted to show that he fully owned me. Under everyone's eyes, he picked up a shot of alcohol and splashed it on my bra.

she wheezed, “I adore this tragic fashion moment you’re all living in. Really, I do. But for the sake of my sanity—and your dignity—someone put them back in their real clothes!” Ben looked down at himself, then at Jax. “I feel like I just walked out of a boy band-themed nightmare.” Chelsea, arms crossed and smirking from ear to ear, raised a brow. “You know what? I could. I could fix this.” “Please do,” Gunner grunted, adjusting the strap of his glittery rainbow fanny pack like it had personally offended him. “But,” Chelsea added, voice dripping with mock sweetness, “let it be known—I’m doing this against my better judgment and under extreme protest. This? This humiliation? Was earned.”

He complained terribly. "I'm so glad not many people know about my accident. Imagine one of my female friends walking on me now. Rumors about The Helpless Playboy would be all over WeCom." He hissed as he continued to wait on Dave and Jessica could hardly prevent herself from giggling as she walked closer and helped him take off his shirt, allowing Cruz to see who he was talking to. "Helpless Playboy, hun?" Jessica mocked as she watched his flushed face and widened eyes. "What the hell are you here?" Cruz screeched as his cheek turned crimson

As for me, I laughed at him. "No, you are not a Dom. You are just disgusting and annoying. Leave me alone, you chauvinistic pig." I stood up and began to walk away, but the man reached out and grasped my arm harshly jerking me back around to face him. His nasty breath shot right into my face, and I had to swallow several times in order not to vomit on him. If I had, it would have been no less than he deserved. But, I didn't want to risk the chance of ruining the beautiful dress that Reed had just bought me.

"You think you will be attending a party? You plan on seducing all the rogues so that they will stop waging war?" I looked down on my clothes. Yes. I wore a yellow dress but there was a short underneath. "What's wrong with my clothes?" "We will be using a horse. A dress is not something you should wear in this situation," Knoxx informed. I lifted my dress and showed them my shorts and before they could see what was under it, they all looked away, their faces brightened. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Showing you my shorts," I answered. "Put your dress down!" Knoxx answered, growling. "Are you out of your mind, woman? Do you think we are not men?"