Crossdressing Novels & Stories

Ava knows so well that indecent dressing is a no-no in the office, but her boss has left her with no choice. She didn't even think twice about losing her job. All she thinks right now is how to get Mr Xander her boss, to love her. Walking into the office with confidence was a stand for her not to care what her colleagues will say. In her God dam mind, indecent dressing, or as she sees it, is sexy dressing is a great reason the fling that occurred with her boss in the past happened in the first place, so this dressing will arise the same feelings.

Abe’s only contribution was, ‘Enjoy yourselves now, but it isn’t going to happen. Cath ignored him and rubbed his face. ‘It’s smooth, but his hair is so dark on the white skin.’ ‘Let’s black him up.’ ‘It will have to be a long-sleeved dress and thick tights.’ Mave disappeared to the bathroom and came back with some waxing strips, waxing honey and a wax warmer. Things had reached farcical. I had to intervene. ‘Let’s try something else. I’m looking at some cross-dressing advice online. There is one picture here of a very hairy man in a short-sleeved, short dress, hair everywhere, bushes poking from under his décolleté.

"And now I'm worried about how you know this information." "What you don't know about my past won't hurt you." Mary flipped a hand through the air. "So, let me tell you. Blackmailing someone means they need to be in situations that they’re embarrassed about. If the pictures with him looking like a drunk won’t work, this bra will.” Mary’s grin widened. “We’ll make it look like he wears women’s delicate underwear.” “Absolutely not!” Nicole’s voice rose before she realized she needed to whisper. She scowled at her friend and lowered her voice again. “You have a warped mind, Mary. I don't want the tabloids to think he is a cross-dresser or something.”

“YOU want to cross dress ME?” “It’s not about the cross dressing. It’s about you dressing up for me. To please me, to look sexy for me. Unfortunately, males are rather limited in what kind of lingerie is designed for them, women have a far greater and honestly far sexier range to choose from. I don’t particularly see why clothing should have an assigned gender either, especially when worn in the bedroom. In here, it’s just you and I. No one else. We can do as we please, whatever our fantasies and desires dictate.”

You would mistake her for a pro in doing such tasks. She was,it's not her first time to do that but it was the first time she did it to someone else. She was a cross dresser earlier so she was conversant with men's wear. Justin felt her unclick his belt but the Sweet taste of her mouth and intoxicating scent of jasmine mixed with lavender had already knocked him senseless. He was there,but subconsciously, everything had already been plugged into utter bliss,that including his sanity. In no time, his trousers were sent lying on the floor and her dress followed, she had practically ripped it apart,her heart not bleeding over the price of it. At this moment, eating this man, possessing him and

In an instance, a group of girls were eyeing him from afar, and he winked naughtily at them, making them squeal. "Well, apparently they made a crossdressing cafe." Adam spilled. "Wow for real, man?" Taylor spoke in shock, his face twisted into a grimace. "Yeah, but they're not crossdressing and all, just wearing wig and some feminine looking outfits. Not that frilly maid outfit like the ones in the comic, yuck." Adam scoffed. The three of them then guffawed. Not long after that, they reached the cafe. The line was very long that they have to separate it into two lines.

The theme of the party was cocktails on the rock, more like mixing drinks and getting high or something, but the dress code was formal and the theme cherry red and black. I had a long cherry red gown, formal, and it had a transparent material, strung on the parts where it was visible. On my bust area, the neckline duck low and my plump breasts were pushed upwards, making it look big, fat, and juicy. “I’m going to be killing people who stare at you inappropriately,” he explains. “No! You can’t do that,” I cry out softly, then chuckles when he grimaces. “I should just peel these clothes out of your body and fuck you until I fill your body with cum,” he tells me and I wheeze, coughing to silenc

xander said. "I don't and I never will. Don't mind me saying but you are just a Playboy and playboys like you don't fall in love. I see no reason for you to fall for a crossdresser , a guy like me, just when did all of these stary, I agree we managed to end the enmity between us but that doesn't give you the right to fall for me, Period." Clyde said and left angrily. "Wow, that was harsh." xander said before he smirks.

I, Audace, have always been a lover of the finer things in life. My passion for the Belle Époque era has led me to cultivate a refined taste for exquisite cuisine, elegant attire, and, of course, the most exquisite pleasures of the flesh. As a life coach and a cross-dresser, I've found that my unique perspective on life has allowed me to create a niche for myself in the world of sexual liberation.

Fuck that. I swing my legs out of bed, the coolness of the floor snapping me into motion. I throw open the closet and pull out the tightest black top I can find—low-cut, unapologetic. I shimmy into my black dress and strap on my red-bottom Louboutins with enough force to make the heel snap. But it doesn’t. Shame. Would’ve been poetic. If I’m going to be Nathan Cross’s pet project, I’m going to bleed him for it. One dollar at a time.