Crossdressing Husband Novels & Stories

The very same outfit that irked him so greatly when I first arrived: tight, cropped sports tank and short lycra mini shorts instead of the baggy oversized tee shirts and shorts he insists I now wear — I gave up on the leggings after they tried to kill me. “Nice of you to join us, Miss Alyssa. Since you are late, and everyone else is paired up, you will have to partner with me,” the dickwad husband announces loudly and gleefully. His eyes flash gold for a moment, and I can’t tell if he’s angry. This man is an enigma. Miss Alyssa?

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.

… Maddox went back to his wife’s ward. His wife, Hailey, was carrying their baby daughter in her arms, breastfeeding her. The moment she raised her eyes and saw her husband’s getup, she grumbled, “What’s with the getup, Maddox? Anyone who sees you might think you’re a cross-dresser and call you a freak or creep for it!” Hailey was an outspoken and forthright lady. She had fostered a strong bond with him and would always speak her mind. He forced a smile and took off his nurse’s uniform. Sitting down by the bed, he watched as his wife breastfed their newborn daughter.

I replied as I brought my face close to his ear. "Hmm. I'm sorry? I don't remember you, have we met before?" he asked, crossing my arms around his neck as the music went back to a slow pace. "Uhmm.., I'm the wife of Mr. Patterson, one of your business partners," I replied and he nodded. "Where is your husband?" he asked and I noticed that he was looking at my chest. "I don't know where that man is, he looks like he's having fun flirting with another woman," I pretended to be sad as I laid my head on his chest.

“I didn’t expect you to look this shocked. You’ll look divine, and every man in the room will know you’re mine. Besides, I bought the dress so you could wear it for me, but now you can’t find anything else to wear, so I think wearing this will be okay.” My pulse jumped. “You’re unbelievable, I’m fucking going to a public place.” He chuckled, walking toward me. “Not public, sweetheart; Just dinner with your colleague.” My cheeks burned. “It’s barely a dress! It’s... its lingerie pretending to be formal wear.” He leaned close, “Exactly, you’ll look breathtaking.” I bit my lip, half embarrassed and half thrilled by my husband's sudden daring move, or should I say his new-found fantasy! Because

He was so ripped, but one wouldn’t know considering how he was dressed, always in formal layered clothes, as if he suffered from a serious cold. It was no doubt that my husband had a great body, so much for his arrogance—I mean if I had such a body, I would be so fucking arrogant as well, and would constantly show off. I wouldn’t even wear a button up shirt, people need to see how much work I have put in. From sleeveless shirt to show off how huge my biceps were to crops tops flaunting the soft and tantalizing v-line. His hair was also let down, they fell in wet waves reaching his collar bones, they were lusciously dark, rich in sheen and volume. I kept staring hard at this man that was my h

Even after they enter the office, I am still standing there. The only thought in my mind is 'his wife.' I never knew he was married, there are no pictures, or even a paragraph about such a thing. I don't know how I get back to my office, much less to sit around my desk, but all I know now is that I lost my appetite, and I feel sick to my stomach. Mr Cross is married. He has a wife, who was a dog that wears a yellow onesie and is being pushed around in a stroller like a child.

"This guy has no shame! He cheated, got caught, and now, he wants to go back to his ex-wife?" "Just look at him—he's obviously bad news!" "Disgusting! He cheated with another woman, then realized the baby wasn't his. Now, he's clinging to his ex-wife? What a piece of trash!" "Good thing she divorced him. Staying would've been a nightmare." The murmurs made Christian's face flush red, then pale. Taking advantage of the commotion, I quickly moved toward the car, intending to leave. "Shiloh Jackson!" Christian suddenly shouted, pulling out a gleaming knife.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

Tears freely flowed from her eyes. The door banged open. Revealing a shirtless man. He has long, dark purple hair, a sharp jaw, emerald eyes, and dark skin. Xia looked at him. She saw the man she longed to have in her life. This man is her husband. Ren Liu Wang is a great doctor and owner of first-class hospitals all over the country. The man is ten years her senior. Even though her attitude towards him was not favorable, the man continued to favor her.