Crossdressing Books Novels & Stories

My coworker found out my girlfriend was a wealthy heiress, and he saw his chance to worm his way into her bed. Two months later, he strutted up to me with his nose in the air. "Your girlfriend's pregnant with my child. Do yourself a favor and back off before this gets ugly." Whose child? I froze. The problem was, the wealthy heiress "girlfriend" he kept talking about was actually a man. So whose baby was it?

The Great Library was a cathedral of silence, a place where the air felt like velvet and the dust motes danced in shafts of eternal, golden light. Anna moved through the obsidian aisles with a lightness she didn't quite understand, her feet silent against the polished floor. She was wearing a dress of gossamer white, a garment that felt like a second skin of clouds. In her arms, she cradled a stack of books so high they nearly obscured her vision,leather bound tomes of McKinnley history, scrolls of celestial magick, and genealogies that stretched back to the first dawn.

I opened the drawer to next to his desk and found a whole lot of girl under clothes. A whole load of bras and panties! He might as well start his own business with all of them. I ignored the dirty thoughts I was having and went over to his bookshelf which was filled with books. I went over to it and looked at the books. I was expecting mafia books and about guns and fighting but I found romance novels, fantasy and comedy books. I was really surprised. I shrugged and pulled a book from off the shelf. It was a romance novel called "Last Breath". I didn't have books in my room and I loved reading so I sat cross legged in the middle of the room and read.

Their perfume mingled in the air with the scent of champagne. When Anna Holland stepped in, she turned heads instantly. Her red dress was very unique and beautiful. The fitted top and flowing skirt suited her perfectly. The way the golden embroidery was stitched on it, was proof enough that a genius made it. It was the creation of Scarlet Fashions, guided by Sylvania’s hands. “Is she the queen of the Gala?” Someone whispered. “That dress is from the books. Only legends wear it.” Another added. Anna lifted her chin with pride, and she smiled. Conversations continued as she passed; even the most seasoned moguls paused in their discussions to steal a glance. The cameras from the press clicked r

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I quickly got Gatsby his kibble and some water. When the cat was happily eating, I turned my attention to Gabe. "What ya got there?" I sat on a barstool and swiveled closer to him. He glanced around sheepishly before heaving the book on the counter. Moments before I saw the cover up close, I'd imagined it to be a book from Professor Pops' Museum of the Supernatural, and worried Gabe stole it. No one was to touch those pages. Turned out the book was nothing mystical, just page after page of whimsical dresses by the designer Vera Wang.

"A young woman vanishes without a trace. No evidence. No leads. As if she simply... ceased to exist." "The story fascinated me. I dug deeper, trying to find the truth behind the disappearance — until I came across a novel." My body went rigid. "What did you just say? A novel?" "The world we're in right now — it's a novel. I stumbled into it the same way you did. That's when I realized you didn't just disappear. You crossed over, just like me." "I've been watching you for a while. Everything about you confirmed it — you're the woman who vanished."

“Yes. Send” Friday, Paradise was packed as usual. There was cigar smoke and the smell of whiskey hung in the air. I didn’t mind the smell of either. I stood at the end of the long mahogany bar, finding out where the guys were sitting. I took a quick look at myself in the mirror behind the bar. I wore my hair up in a lazy bun with a few hairs framing my face, black stilettos that Nathan bought on our anniversary in Paris, and a black bandage dress that I hadn’t worn in years. I was surprised that it still fit.

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Ezra had noticed this yet he fell hard for him. The problem was, Kendall only ever treated him like a bro. A roommate. A guy you'd share instant noodles with at midnight, borrow ten bucks or a benjamin from, a guy he'd occasionally elbow in the ribs during late-night Dirt 5 gaming sessions. Ezra got Kendall's attention sure—but never in the way he wanted. Kendall saw him only as plain, ordinary, Ezra. So, Ezra had done something stupid. Something very reckless. He’d created Maya—a female catfish Winstagram account, with photoshopped pictures of a Brunette girl from Stock photos. He had replied Kendall's story about Kafka being possibly better than Dostoyevsky.