Crossdresser Humiliated Novels & Stories

I swallowed, feeling like the little rabbit Xander called me in the sea of jungle predators. “Let's make this easier,” Luca stated with a grin and murmuring ensued as his hungry eyes raked over me, stopping at the base of my flimsy back gown. “Take off your panties, stick this inside you, turn the remote on, get back on stage and twerk for us as you cum.” That was it. All the patience I had left was tossed out the window and into the garbage bin. I was tired of being humiliated and insulted. Whatever happened after wasn't my cup of tea but right now I felt like slapping this idiot of a human being.

Caspian valued this dress so much, and it was being destroyed because of me. I was rolled onto my back so Evelyn could destroy the front of my dress. I lay there sobbing, looking up at the moon, cursing the goddess. I thought I would be safe here. Did she only allow Ellie to save me, only for me to be publicly humiliated and executed? What had I ever done to her, or anyone? “Fight, Sam! Don’t give up,” Zola yelled. “Get off me!” I yelled, kicking and screaming all the while. People surrounding me laughed and cheered at my humiliation. Axel then appeared in front of me. “As if I would want you. Just look at yourself,” he said before stomping on my stomach, laughing.

Her hand rested comfortably on his chest, her body leaning into his as if they belonged together. Lila detached herself from Daniel and approached me slowly, her heels clicking against the marble floor like a countdown to my destruction. Murmurs grew louder around us. “What kind of outfit is that?” someone sneered loudly. “A provocative outfit for a charity event,” another voice mocked. “She looks like a stripper. What a slut.” The words hit me like physical blows. In that instant, my world came crashing down around me. I had been deceived, set up, and humiliated on purpose.

The dress came with black stockings and two garters. She closed her eyes and tears fell down her cheeks. How much humiliation was she going to suffer? He called her a whore and a liar, turned her into his slave and now he was going to humiliate her by making her show off her body in a sexy outfit in front of his friends. Why was he doing everything? Why was he torturing her?

He smirked when he saw me holding my cheek in my hands and called the attention of everyone. "This slut tried to crash my girl's party. She even dared to wear the same color of dress as her to humiliate her. I don't know anything more pathetic!" AUTHOR "Hello my beautiful readers, I would love your support, and comments please"

“This thing is not a woman.” The room went silent. “He is a man..” Gasps filled the air. Confusion spread like wildfire. Her smirk deepened. He deliberately dressed up to catfish you all. Imagine how desperate he must be for attention. The world froze. Heat flooded my face. Shame crushed my chest. My heart snapped in half. I felt exposed, stripped, humiliated beyond words. I bent down instinctively, folding into myself. I pressed my hands to the floor, trying to make myself as small as possible. My vision blurred with tears.

Jonea looked down to show her dress to Biggest. Biggest nodded. He agreed with Miller's opinion. "I know this is very embarrassing. I also know how annoyed and angry you are if told to dress like a girl. I'm also experiencing the same thing right now! But, I already promised to compensate. So, now take off your gown and get out there. Leave the rest to me. You understand?" It's as if Biggest just got a helper angel that came down from the sky. Very happy and relieved, Biggest kept nodding and freed himself from Miller's grip and the dress that made him nauseous.

The short lace dress pooled uselessly around my waist, offering zero coverage. A low murmur of appreciation rippled through the small crowd that had begun to form around us. The stranger stood beside the chaise, one hand slowly stroking my exposed ass cheek. “Look at this needy little slut,” he announced loudly enough for the nearby guests to hear. “She’s been dripping for me all night and still hasn’t been allowed to come. Isn’t that right, little lamb?” Heat flooded my face. The humiliation burned deliciously in my chest as I nodded weakly. “Yes…”

"Where do you think you're going? You want money, don't you? I mean, you'd do anything for cash. Why are you acting like you're a saint now?" My cheeks were burning, and my blood was screaming. It did not want to suffer this humiliation. "Let me go! Why are you even bringing up the past? It's already bad enough you don't want to save your parents!" Every single word was a hiss. Every single word was filled with my fury and helplessness. "You're hopeless! How dare you curse my parents!" She drove her heel in harder, and it left a mark on my face. My face was getting crushed, and breathing itself took effort. Zack was excited, though. He swung a foot right into my belly. I gasped in pain and c

I am not looking like a person; I am looking like a shameless and characterless woman. I want to change my clothes immediately. I have never worn such a dress. I am feeling humiliated by even wearing such a dress. Why am I even calling this thing a dress? This dress is not even a dress. It should not be called a dress. It barely covers my body and I don’t understand what is even the purpose of it. I am disgusted by this dress. More than this, I am feeling disgusted by looking at myself.