Crossdressing Novels & Stories

How bad would that kiss affect their relationship? They were attending this important party on Sunday, the following day, and it had a super strict dress code. Liz couldn't care less, she was going to show up in a flower dress and that was it, but Delilah loved feeling like she was the owner of a big company. And, also, Delilah's parents were going to be there, as it was some kind of lawyers' celebration for the opening of a new firm, so Delilah was nervous, she wanted to impress them. "You look amazing, D." Liz wasn't lying, her girlfriend looked like a model. The dress was accentuating her figure and her legs were showing and the lilac color made her look more tanned, it was perfect. She w

For three years, I used my family's mob ties and my own money to pave the way for Declan's crew. He was the boy I survived the streets with as a kid. But at this month's sit-down, his newly hired secretary, Roxy, tossed my casino ledgers and club records onto the table in front of all the guys. She accused me of skimming profits and slacking off. "These underground banks, these smuggling docks," she read the numbers out loud, her voice full of fake outrage. "Every time she bribes someone, she skims thousands of dollars! She's lining her own pockets." "I say the Boss strips her of her club manager title right now to save our cash flow." I glanced at Declan, the boss of the crew. He knew

There he was, dancing with the blonde who was way too drunk and probably couldn’t tell her right from her left. Her body, however, flowed to the rhythm of the music, enchanting my little pet. Just look at him, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated, his hands and body were moving on their own. I bet he was so hard that one rub and he would cum right now. "Cyrus," at Hakeem's warning tone, I turned my head to stare in his angry eyes. Why didn't I ever think he was good-looking too? Right, I wasn't gay. Cross was just a one time thing. A quick taste of that mate thing and I'm done.

That he wanted me to look pure and innocent. Nothing about this was pure, and the dress made me look like a whore that wanted to dress as an angel on Halloween. A white body cone dress, with a thigh halter neck top, squeezing my breasts together, showing way too much of them, and the laced bra. It barely covered my ass, despite the fact that it had an asymmetrical cut, making it longer on one side. I felt dirty, despite the fact that I even had my lady parts scrubbed.

I couldn't outdo nature, so I grabbed my glasses and wore them, at least, that would cover something and make it less visible. Actually, this is not my first time to cross dress but it's the first time I'm doing this for something as professional as such and I must do my best not to be discovered . It'd be the end of me. I glanced at my phone and it was past seven. I stood up, observed myself in the mirror for a few seconds and left. I was already running out of time, so I quickly hailed a cab that took me directly to the Miller Company. I paid the driver and got out of the car.

The magazine was all about me. She facepalmed at the idea, now that she's already trending... her father would have a lead about her since her father loves to look at the magazine. She's really doomed. Why does this crossdressing of her became trending? There's nothing worth trending for, for just crossdressing. "You look hot in different outfit. It's like I'm seeing a new side of you."Yvrozz was grinning while looking at her.

Another silence was created, but this one was created out of the shock of cross-dressing. "I don’t find that funny" Henry said defensively. Elizabeth replicated the same face he made when he was ‘amused’ by the supernatural part of the death "I am glad that you don’t find it funny because I was serious." Even Thomas was uneasy about the prospect but was more open to the idea "And how would that work?" from his words apparently logistics were his actual concern. "Well…Henry and I are roughly the same height, so I would wear some of his clothes, pull my hair back fix it in a bun and hide it in a top hat, and walk right in with the other gents." she was quite happy with her idea.

Blowing a stray curl out of her face, she crossed her arms and looked at herself in the mirror. Honestly, she had tried her darnedest to remain nondescript, and nothing that she saw in the reflection called particular attention to her. Her hair was dark and curly but easy to manage and the bun she’d barely twisted up didn’t yell, ‘Hey, I’m cute!’ The baggy jersey was a vintage acquisition from Daddy Daley and hung on her the same way a car cover draped over a bicycle, pretty much covering her jeans. Her boots were a little on the expensive side, but she didn’t think it was a point of focus. Neither was the diamond pendant hidden underneath the jersey.

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"

POV: Elara Duval The garment bag lay sprawled across her couch like some unwanted guest. Hailey had arrived half an hour ago with it slung over her shoulder, all smiles and zero patience for protests. “You’re wearing this,” she declared, unzipping the bag to reveal a sleek black evening dress with a neckline that screamed expensive. Elara stared at it. “That looks like trouble.” “That looks like opportunity,” Hailey corrected, holding it up to Elara’s frame. “The CrossTech symposium isn’t a backyard barbecue. It’s the kind of event where one handshake can change the trajectory of Byte & Beam forever.”