Crossdressing Fiction Novels & Stories

Meanwhile at the center of Bone lake city.... Dallion Cross strode through the bustling streets of Bone lake, a place known for its shady deals and underworld connections. It was a maze of alleys and crooked streets, a place where everything was obtained through blood or money. As his White leather shoes clicked on the cobblestones, men and women quickly moved out of his way, lowering their gazes in a mixture of fear and respect. Mr Cross was no ordinary man. In fact, in the dark underbelly of the city, he was considered more of a myth than flesh and blood. The Cross wasn’t just a nickname; it was a title he'd earned through merciless violence, executions, and a reputation that left most eit

At this moment, Alex walked out after dispelling the spell formation. After asking around, everyone did not have any men’s clothes. The corpses on the ground had them, but all of them were smeared with blood. Alex did not want to wear those clothes either. In the end, Juliette took out a long dress. “Do you want this? I only have this.” ‘Cross-dressing?’ Alex forced a smile and accepted it. ‘A cross-dress is more powerful than a king’s new outfit!’ After wearing the long dress, he really looked a little coy.

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

A masked highway-man pressed a lady against a carriage, her skirts whipped high as he penetated her with a weapon longer and thicker than his pistol. The study seemed to vibrate with the heat and grind of passion as Karen viewed the hump backed beast, transvestites, flagellation; dirty old men with grotesque, distended members and huge sagging testicles; beautiful youths with spritely cocks springing eagerly from thick pubic hair, their balls firm and taut. No aspect of physical congress was left unexplored. Women with women, men with men, women with men, every variation under the sun depicted - a seething bacchanalia.

She smiles too, “What are you laughing at this time?” Right, “It was kind of funny actually.” I raise my brows as I reveal to her, “I thought you were a man at first. That was why I crossdressed as a woman to seduce you.” She sneers, “Full of crap.” she then asks in a curious expression, “Why did you want to seduce me? You even crossdressed as a woman for it.” I was seducing you to take Minerva away from you——I want to be totally honest with her, I don’t want lies between us anymore, but...

The book club ladies were in fine form this afternoon. Margaret Thompson sat primly on the floral couch in a rented out space close to the library, a half-empty teacup balanced on her knee, her Bible study notes open on the coffee table. The conversation had started with the latest Christian fiction novel — something about redemption and resisting temptation — but it had drifted, as it always did, into more personal territory. Gossip dressed up as prayer requests. “Speaking of temptation,” one of the women said, lowering her voice with dramatic concern, “have you heard what’s going around about that poor Thompson boy?”

“Uhhhhhh, no. No, you didn’t.” “Oh, well… Guess what.” Her smile is just a bit too big. “Come on, we never do anything outside the house. It will be different and fun.” She steps closer to me. “And I will make it worth it all when we get home….,” she purrs into my ear. Damn, this girl was entirely too good at wielding the art of seduction. I stepped back and took another look at the dress. It would come down to about my calves. What the hell, I’ve done the cross-dressing thing for Halloween. What’s the difference? It’s not like anyone that I know will be there. “You are going to owe me some serious kink for this one.”

THEMES: Blackmail, Reluctance, Manipulative Coercion, Security room, Unconscious Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Forced Subduing, Trickery, Harsh treatment, Belittling, Nonconsensual KINKS: Rough sex, Intense Spanking, Hair pulling, Forced Blowjob, Degradation, Dirty talk, Lewd dirty name calling LENA'S POV Barely holding back a sigh-------- for my own good-------- I nod, zoning out while she keeps talking and scolding myself some more for spreading my legs for that smug rival.

It contains sexual content, abuse, and emotional intensity that may not be for every reader. Remember: this is fiction. Names, places, and events are creations of imagination. If any detail bears resemblance to reality, it is purely coincidental. This book is everything, addictive and unforgettable. There is no escape once you step into Dante and Gianna’s world. Gia’s POV They dressed me like I wasn’t even human anymore, just something to be auctioned off. The skirt barely covered my thighs, riding so high it felt obscene. The top was worse, sheer and clinging like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. My breasts pressed against the fabric, nipples visible, as though I was meant

When I got back on my feet, I fixed my gaze on the floor. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Sky snatched my novel, glanced at the cover, then showed it to his friends. “Oh, look! It's a romance novel,” Josh snickered, and they laughed heartily. They've got a lot of nerve! “Give it back,” I said softly. Oh shit! That didn't come out as planned. I was supposed to sound fierce, like a Mafia boss lady. I'm sure what they heard was just a stupid goat bleating.