Crossdresser Humiliated Novels & Stories

He turned around and practically ran toward the exit doors, completely humiliated and terrified for his life. The entire ballroom was completely silent. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Dozens of wealthy socialites were staring at us with their mouths open, completely shocked by the brutal, public display of violence. Julian Cross had just publicly humiliated a major investor over his wife's twin sister, completely throwing away all business decorum.

"That I'll rather work as a prostitute in a stripper club than marry him, and that hurt me too much. Until then, I hadn't realised what I was doing. All his words came out like glass that hurt me." "I know how it feels. I've felt like that so many times when any of the customers would say things like that to me or even when they would pay me and throw the money on the bed after a hot night. Some of them would make a point of throwing it on the floor and asking me to pick it up naked. Some people have kinds of humiliation fetishes. Other men who have hatred from society for being gay and not being able to say and shout to the world who they are, like to do horrible things with boys."

he announced. I controlled my tears and started crawling. 'Show yourself off' meant that I had to crawl by the legs of everyone present in the room. He really was the devil. He loved humiliating me. When I walked by a particular man, he squeezed my breast. A tear fell down my face, but I sucked it up. Five more people and I was done. "Nice rack," the last one said as he smacked my ass and I sucked in a breath. I couldn't do anything.

“Stress?” I could tell from the logos and colors of the paper bags that they weren’t for men. My cousin was gay, and he was proud of it, but ever since, he never liked crossdressing. He would splurge on expensive clothes, shoes, perfume, and accessories, joking he was too gay that he wanted to pamper himself with worldly possessions. I never believed him because he would sell them at the end of the year, put the limited-edition items on auction, and the money he earned from it would be donated to his favorite charities. “You change your preference now.” My lips curved into a smile as I teased Bob when he didn’t answer.

"This is what you get when you treat people like trash. Eventually, the trash comes back to bite you. And it usually bites harder." Chalida stared at her sister, not seeing the 'street rat' she used to despise, but a creature entirely new, entirely dangerous. The rage, the humiliation, the sheer, audacious cruelty of Pim’s actions stripped away all pretense. It was no longer about a dress. It was about something far deeper, far more terrifying. [Ding!] [Alert: Public Humiliation (Material & Social) Achieved. Target: Chalida. Degree: Extreme.] [Deposit: 75,000 THB credited to your account.]

As the cops slowly walked around the couch, they stood and lowered their hands behind their backs, putting the handcuffs around their wrists. "You can’t arrest me! I am not a criminal!" The man protested. "Tell that to the judge, asshole!" Xander snapped. He took off his wig and tossed it to the floor. It was revealing his blonde hair that made the man open his mouth wide in awe. "So…you are a man." The man said stunned. "You are a cross-dresser." He continued, blinking in disbelief. "Take them out," Xander stated, looking at the men with a lot of disgust in his eyes.

"Mr. Rodger is a very capable man. What if he manages to make a comeback…" "Well, but the Fishers have made their position very clear…" Isabel became near hysterical by this point. "Evan, we should…" I opened the heavy, ornate wooden door, which drew in a gust of night breeze carrying the scent of lilac blossoms. It effectively shut out the sound of their murmuring behind me. Admittedly, I’d be quite curious to see how a man stripped of everything was supposed to make a comeback in this city with an idiotic tattoo artist.

xander said. "I don't and I never will. Don't mind me saying but you are just a Playboy and playboys like you don't fall in love. I see no reason for you to fall for a crossdresser , a guy like me, just when did all of these stary, I agree we managed to end the enmity between us but that doesn't give you the right to fall for me, Period." Clyde said and left angrily. "Wow, that was harsh." xander said before he smirks.

I let out the breath I was holding, finally alone or I thought I was. “You are wearing this to a fundraiser? Why are you dressed like a sex worker?” a deep voice asked. I turned, craning my neck to see who that was. Of course, it was the last person I needed to see to finally ruin my already bad day. We really needed to stop meeting up like this, especially being alone in a corner like this. Zane was staring at my dress like I was some slut paid for a performance, “You don’t have to be so rude, Zane. Like I would happily choose something I'm not comfortable in," I scoffed.

I gasped and stumbled backward. The icy water soaked through the thin white cotton instantly. Within seconds, the fabric clung to my body, turning nearly transparent and revealing the bright bra underneath. "Oh my god," I whispered. My hands flew to my chest as humiliation washed over me. Dominic stopped laughing. His eyes locked onto me, tracing the outline of the soaked fabric. [Well, look at that. A hidden prize. Why hide a body like that under a dress? This is a pool, sweetheart.] A slow, filthy smile spread across his face.