Crossdressing Novels & Stories

She held his phone as if it were a goblet, thumb hovering above the screen. “She’s not even wearing anything special,” Sloane said, a curl of disbelief in her voice that tasted like acid. “It’s the smile. She never smiled like that here.” Damon’s gaze cut to her. “Careful.” “Careful?” Sloane’s lashes lifted. “Darling, I’m on your side.” She set the phone down on the coffee table, deliberately flipping the screen. “I’m simply saying: the Cross effect is doing what it does. Rebranding. Repurposing. Turning a woman who walked out of your house with nothing into a symbol the city wants to cherish.”

Her hands were a little shaky, but she started typing. Subject: A Fashion Proposal for the Upcoming Business Gala Dear Ms. Holland, My name is Sylvania Scarlet, and I’m the founder of a new underground fashion brand called Scarlet Fashions. I know this might be unusual, but I’ve always admired your strength, your work, and the way you empower women through your businesses. I would be honored if you would consider wearing one of my original designs at the upcoming Business Gala. I believe fashion should reflect who we truly are; beautiful, fearless, and full of purpose, and I’d love to create something just for you.

Dylan looked at the guy from head to toe, and he immediately knew that he was a man whose identity is considered one of those who rally in the middle of the streets to fight for their rights of equality in society. He wasn’t a crossdresser, kind of a gay person who liked to wear women’s clothes. He casually fashioned himself with a blue blazer with a belt around his waist, matching his outfit with blue narrow-ankle trousers and black loafers. To top it with to his overall look and infused his own personal touch into it, he wore a cozy neon pink fur scarf coiled around his neck, as well as an oversize pair of photochromic eyeglasses. Dylan nodded to him in response to his name being mentioned

Lost in my own little world, I moved my body seductively to the beat of the music. My body was drawing the attention of every horny male around me. I was dressed in a pair of black leather pants which fit me like a second skin. I had matched the pants with a silver sequined long sleeved crop top, and a pair of rhinestone platform silver high heels. Not the wisest of choices for being out in the woods… but… oh well. My clothes may not have been showing any skin, but they were tight, and they certainly didn’t leave much to the imagination. As I danced, I looked around at the girls around me. They were dressed in skimpy skirts and tops which showed plenty of skin. My friend Kat called these typ

Stacy clapped her hands together with a big grin and spoke. I went over to where Nell was standing and holding up my sapphire blue formal bridal dress and removed my robe. She and another she-wolf helped me into the dress and zip up the side of it. I turned around to look into the long mirror and was shocked to see the pretty stranger reflecting back at me. I have never felt so beautiful in all my life.

“Now, let’s discuss Mr. Cross’s preferences.” “His preferences?” “Regarding how you present yourself.” Patricia unzips one of the garment bags with a neat, downward pull, revealing designer dresses. Labels I recognize from magazines, fabrics that look like they’d dissolve if you breathed on them wrong. “Mr. Cross prefers classic elegance. Nothing too trendy. Neutral colors for business events—grays, blacks, navies. Jewel tones for evening affairs. Hemlines at the knee, never above. Heels, never flats. Hair styled but not overdone. Makeup natural but polished.”

“I see, so basically I look like a freak?” “Let’s see, you need makeup, real boobs, and you have to learn to walk on those heels and you need a wig.” “Fuck!” Valerie laughed. “Not to worry.” She reached for her laptop that lay on the coffee table and opened it up. After searching G****e she said, “look, here is a site for crossdressers. Give me your wallet.”

Two men and a female join us, their eyes bright, no doubt from drugs and too much alcohol, but they are still in the mood to party and so is Mr Cross as he bobs his head to the rhythm of the music. I look down at my attire, feeling underdressed in my awkward style, which, for whatever reason, I thought would have caught Mr Cross's eyes. One of the man's eyes runs up and down my body, then he licks his lips. He touch Mr Cross before whispering. Mr Cross's eyes focus in on me as he shakes his head. ''Not her,'' He said loud enough for me to hear. The man lets out a loud laugh. ''Let's get the party started,'' The female said, before disappearing into the crowd.

It could be seen that she had successfully disguised herself as a man, deeply ingrained the image in people’s minds. The driver and the bodyguard both breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Mr. Hayden was clearly a man. Now, due to being in a same-sex relationship with Mr. Kevin, he cross-dressed for his sake. This was just a bit of romantic playfulness between couples. They could not bear to watch, but they had to. If someone said their boss was originally a woman, would that not imply they were all blind?

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”