Crossdressing Sissies Novels & Stories

"If it's completely true, it would challenge the case you've been erecting, would it not?" "I wouldn't go too far. A woman can stroll into a gay bar without being gay. It is conceivable to relish a routine by a woman robed as a man disadvantaged of existing as a cross-dresser. One can call any internet site one likes deprived of essentially involving in the behaviour it endorses. And more to the point, even if she was bisexual with a servitude fixation, it would still be a stretch to visualise her padlocking herself into a sealed bag, unless she was also too unwise for confrontations, which Tina Davis blatantly was not."

“That’s was I thought. I’m not sure of the full story but I think she was a fling and she got too attached or something. Anyways, things got sort of messy when Felix showed up. She demanded an apology from him before she unlocked the door. He refused to give her an apology. Then, he broke the door down. They had this long argument and Sapphire was ranting about how Felix cost her a job at Fantasies…” Isabel looked up from administering a shot of insulin. “Wait. Sapphire said she was from Fantasies?” “Yeah. Is that supposed to mean something?” “Fantasies are like this super elite at-home prostitution. Guys get to pick and choose the specific qualities and outfits that they want in a girl and

I miss her terribly, and it's driving me crazy, how did I fall in love with Lizzy, Whenever I touch Lizzy, she makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up, I'm so addicted to Lizzy, she's just the sweetest drug because I feel only satisfied with her, I'm simp or sprung or all of the above, I can't help it but Lizzy drives me crazy, I wonder how Lizzy will look tonight in the sexy clothing I choose for her, I miss Lizzy so much, I want to have her back. We left for the hall at exactly the time to begin, my eyes were just rolling and searching for Lizzy, she should be here as a worker, I got pissed off with the dinner already not seeing her after some time until I saw a black goddess enter

He didn't let me say another word because he unlocked the handcuffs and dragged me to my feet again, pulling me out of the room and into the room next door, which was basically a dressing room for sluts. There were short dresses everywhere, and by short, I meant that there was barely any material used in any of the outfits. Everything was on a Christmassy theme and there were a couple of girls having their make-up done whilst they were naked and being ‘assessed’ by some random men, basically feeling her up. Were the guys here really that desperate that the only girls they could get were one’s who didn’t even want them? It was pathetic and also kind of terrifying. I tried to struggle out of t

Cookie's standpoint I brushed my silver and blue wig as I hummed to myself. I was all dressed up like a cheap slut for the special occasion. I wore a silver mini dress that clung to my body and had no hands or straps. The dress was so short, I concluded not to bend. The tubes at the sides of the dress were another thing. I finished it with white knee-high boots and jewel. My makeup was intense and I had my skin sprayed black. For a black girl, I'm gorgeous. 'I still don't understand why you are dressed like this,' Ursula complained again. 'You said you are going clubbing, but why dress like this? Why change your hair and skin? And this dress, what the heck is this? You look like a whore.'

I sit there feeling so uncomfortable by all that was going on, but I choose to keep my words in. “Annika, this is Susan. She's my childhood bestie friend and our Barrister!” She winks at me, wearing a more mischievous smile. I wonder why she is acting all weird. Unknowingly to me, I think they expect me to say something back, but all I have to say is fully said in my head. They both stand looking at me like I am doing something wrong. “Yeah, you know what? Let's get you out of this Black outfit you've been tied to all week.” Sloane says, pushing Susan towards the door that leads to the room.

The kind that has enough layers to rival a wedding cake. “I am NOT wearing this!” I protest, waving the dress around like it’s a weapon of mass humiliation. “Oh, you think that’s bad? It’s that or this...” Zak, the traitor, holds up the worst thing I’ve ever seen—a see-through chemise. “And for the grand finale!” Jax joins in, lifting a male G-string like it’s some kind of prize. This is a new level of torment. “Okay, fine! Fine! I’ll wear the stupid dress!” I snap.

He was handsome as a man and stunning as a woman. Wide-eyed, Jasmine gazed at Larissa for a moment. She took a deep breath and sincerely said, "Larry, you look beautiful even in women's clothing!" So, it was just cross-dressing? This showed that Larry was unconventional, carefree, and had character. It was totally fine for him to cross-dress! Larissa was puzzled. "Huh?" She was no longer deliberately imitating a male voice but spoke in her original voice. Jasmine was stunned when she heard Larissa speak.

I begged for him to be this way, just the way I like it. He zipped my dress while pressing my face on glass, gorging his fingers into my face as he take off his shirt. He unstrapped my bra in just two seconds, exposing my breast, they were full and ready to be sucked on as it glistened under the moonlight. I bit my lip thinking he would suck on it and make me want him even more. He did not, rather he took off his pants and ordered, “Suck my dick” his voice thick and rough.

They wanted a wedding, I’ll give them a wedding remuneration for making me scorned, alright. I sprang up on my feet to pace the carpeted floor when I heard giggling on the other side. Snapping open the door, I came face to face with three women, all dressed to satisfy fetishes. One in a bunny barely-there lingerie, one in dominatrix get up, and the last was a redhead in a seductress attire. The redhead with the bold persona came closer coquettishly, biting her luscious lips. She grabbed the left lapel of my suit and seductively, coed, “Sir, we—“