Crossdressing Novels & Stories

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.

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.

she gestured at me wildly “...this is illegal. How can one person be both hot and beautiful?!” “Well, as you can see,” Sebastian slung an arm over my shoulder, “with our Noah, anything’s possible.” “For once, I agree with you,” Penny said dramatically. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture before I could react. “Hey! What are you...” I started. “This,” she said, shoving the phone in my face. My mouth dropped open. She had just posted the picture on our trip platform with the caption: Cross-dressing is the latest trend.

All of them were waiting for the twins to appear. Thomas was wearing an alluring female outfit today. Working in the fashion industry, Hilda had met many agender people. She also came across many cross dressers. However, she honestly felt that most men did not look good in female clothing. Men and women were physically different. Most men had a more muscular frame compared to women. Therefore, it was easy to tell that they were transvestites when they put on female clothing. In the entertainment industry nowadays, there were many photos of male celebrities cross dressing in female clothing. Those photos were very disturbing, one could immediately tell that it was a man in women's clothes. Th

Kayla weakly laugh, a stiff smile appeared on her weak face as she stares at the picture on the phone. “Wait, if you’re hired by Ms. Elaine Ashford…were your crossdressing at that time?” Athy suddenly remembered something and ask Tanya, to focus her gaze on her as she narrowed her eyes. “…” Tanya suddenly averted her eyes, sweat started to drips from her stiff face. “Tanya Elsher, were you cross-dressing at that time?” Athy folded her arms, glaring at her with a cold look in her eyes. “…Yeah, I did so that’s why…you’ll be seeing me as a man when I’ll visit you” Tanya explained slowly, her voice getting quieter and quieter as she spoke.

Unbeknownst to them, I was a man, hiding under the pretense of a lady, a crossdresser and proud of it. I pull off my blonde wig and let the fake lashes fall off my eyelids. As the fake strands fall away, I'm left with my natural auburn hair, wild from the hours of dancing. I let my hand slid into my hair, feeling its crispy nature on my smooth palm. I place the blonde wig back to its place on my head, admiring my looks as I stared into the mirror. There was something exhilarating about last night. Some of the men looked like they could tear me apart, and then, there was him. I close my eyes, the memory of him hitting me like a whirlwind.

Her tall, slender figure makes Marionne gulp hard twice. "Ava, I think this puppy likes you." One of her friends announces. "Really?" For a moment, Marionne becomes hopeful after hearing Ava's reaction. "Waste of time, come on." His smile faded. "Come on, man. Don't mind them," a lesbian wearing men's clothes tap his shoulder. She looked friendly and nice, so he talked to her. "Don't associate yourself with the rich people. They only see us like dirt." If she's not a cross-dresser, she'd be beautiful. That's Marionne's thoughts.

My freaking underwear! “What the hell!?” I yell, trying to cover my body with my arms, “Where’s, where’s my dress!?” He shrugged, making my blood boil, “Where’s my clothes!?” I snapped. “Left it at the boundary” he answered, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Why!?” “It was dirty and carried your pack’s scent” he said, “Now get dressed or do you want to meet the pack in your underwear?”

He waved at her, running towards the kitchen, he hit somebody on the way, he muttered ‘sorry’ not bother looking who is that, he scurried to the stairs, climbing to the fifth floor where the kitchen is. The person he hit, happens to be Kylie, her make up was not on. Her outfit looks too casual, no matter the times Bob begged her to wear a dress or something. She adamantly refuse to pick anything fancy, she wore a gray sweatpants and a gray hoodie and a white snickers to finish her dressing, very unprofessional. She knows that but she does not care. Kylie staggered a bit when Dexton hit her a bit, she was quick to gain her stamina, preventing her fall. The hood fell off, letting her hair flow

I wore it properly and went to the mirror-like wall of the house to have a view of myself. I was used to dressing this way, I was in a black tank top, a jeans trouser that ended just above my knee, a big and black leather jacket was worn on my body like it ought to. It was long enough to reach my boots and I wrapped a black scarf with white polka dots on it around my waist. I looked like the demoness or villain of a movie which I genuinely appreciated. Words, how powerful they are. Just one word was able to break a strongly bonded relationship.