Crossdresser Novels & Stories

My mother and I were their very special customers so they gave us special attention anytime we came there. "Miss Greene? I'm Arlene Bryan." I said with a frown. It was so frustrating to be called by the same surname as that I'd my mother's father (my grandfather that I had never seen). "Oh, I'm so sorry." She apologized with a polite smile. "No problem, just don't do it next time." I replied in an equally polite manner. "Okay." She smiled. "Please, what are you here for?" "I want you to get me the best cloth of all, any cloth I can wear to go on a date… to the movies."

How professional is this crossdresser? Lastly, he takes out a concealer and daps some of it on that significant mole of mine under the tail of my left eyebrow. As he daps the concealer on my skin, he warns, “Never let Jamie Lee Peyton see this mole, or he’ll find out you’re Henrietta in an instance.” “Okay.” I nod at him, telling him that I am baring his words in mine. I don’t want him to find out about it either, everything can end there.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

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.

Bryan inquired, half-whiningly. Cyntia slapped her son's shoulder in frustration. "Your dress style is fine for Mommy, but today you will be introduced as one of the administrators in the office; what do employees say when they see you wearing clothes with so many accents?" Cynthia chastised Bryan for leaving his clothing on the bed "With a safety pin on the collar, a huge flowery print, silk material, and a plethora of strings, you are shown as an artist or a member of a boyband, not as a businessman." Cyntia hissed angrily.

"Where are we going, Axe?" I asked, surprised to see him dress me up like a wonder woman in a tight all-black outfit, for the inside. The outside of my body is covered in a fiery red dress, where the fabric legs dangle down. "Party. Witnessing your uncle's destruction." My uncle's destruction... He doesn't bear the name Xandersis, does he? Should I do it?

She could obviously smell I was a wolf. Heather stepped back from the rack of dresses, narrowing her eyes at the woman. "Ah, I didn't realize this establishment was run by specists." "I am not a specist. I just prefer Supes to model our dresses." She sneered, crossing her arms. "I am doing this–charity work–as a favor to Alpha Cross." "Yeah, no thanks." Heather grabbed my arm. "We will go elsewhere." We headed to the door and I flung a rude hand gesture at the woman. I might've been human, but I was Were now. She had no right to be such an asshole.

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

Coward. Faced with the prospect of my first day as Alpha Alexander's personal maid, I stood before the closet, contemplating the array of clothes hanging within. Uncertainty lingered as I sifted through the options, seeking the perfect balance. A long-sleeved T-shirt, adorned in subtle patterns that mirrored the sophistication of the Alpha's mansion, emerged as the ideal choice. The soft fabric promised both ease of movement and a touch of casual elegance, suitable for following the bastard's orders. As I slipped into the snug embrace of skinny jeans and pulled the T-shirt over, a sense of readiness and determination settled within me.

LIA'S POV I knew for a fact she was going to mock me, but instead, she put her hand in her bag and pulled out a brochure. "If that's the case, then i think we are at the wrong salon." she smiled at me and helped me out of the chair. We visited a unisex salon, it was more classy yet humble. Everyone was nice to me and the hairdresser was a young cross dresser named Brodine. By the time, he was done with my hair, i could not recognise myself.