Crossdressing Sissies Novels & Stories

She found a white one with a small bow at the left side of the waist and a semi-sweetheart detail with a thigh-high slit. “Excuse me, can I get that dress?” Arya asked a sales assistant that was close by and pointed at the dress. The sales assistant who Arya knew as Debby due to her name tag, rolled her eyes silently before turning to face Arya with an obvious fake smile. “I'm sorry but the dresses placed on the display aren't for sale, you'd have to pick another one,” Debby said briefly. “Why? Is there something wrong with the dress?” Arya’s previously happy air plunged into darkness when she heard the news.

"I'll wait here, and you can model for me. Believe me, when you leave here today, you'll have the perfect dress for your date." Not only was Jenna breathtakingly beautiful, but she had a mind for business. She knew her stuff and obviously did well. Cassie couldn't help but like her. Every dress Jenna chose, complimented Cassie perfectly, but they agreed on a tight, short, black, crossover V-neck dress with ample cleavage exposure, and it was plenty sexy but not skanky.

“Says who? Dressed like that, you’re practically inviting attention.” She raised an eyebrow, her tone teasing. “Nice to know you recognize something hot when you see it. Gives me hope you’re not gay.” “Gay? You must be psycho to think that,” Alex shot back, his tone sharp but laced with amusement. Bessie chuckled. “I’m really off-limits. Just because I dress like this doesn’t mean I’m available. I’m just doing my job.” “So your job requires dressing like a slut to entertain customers?” Alex retorted, his words deliberately provocative.

Chapter 1: TEASING MY BEST FRIEND AND GETTING MY PUSSY DEVOURED IN THE DRESSING ROOM I sway my hips as I walk through the upscale lingerie boutique, the soft lighting making my skin glow. At nineteen, I’m fully aware of what I am: a filthy little exhibitionist slut who gets dripping wet the second she feels eyes on her body. The thrill of being watched, admired, wanted — it’s my addiction. Today, I dragged my best friend Sophie along for “lingerie shopping,” but we both know it’s really about me putting on a show.

I was panting when I reached the end of the corridor and opened the door leading to the basement. Lalaine is the epitome of a beautiful woman. She looked gorgeous in her black sleeveless dress, moving fluidly as she ran to Sky, an unmistakable personality of an elite and a classy woman. With her, Sky didn’t need to get drunk to look at her with desire and… love.

I bitten my lower lip and nodded in agreement…I don't want to be a bad impact on the society, I mean, kids are copycats…some kids might want to dress like me, not knowing it's not appropriate. “Thank God you came back at the right time,” I rushed towards my closet. “I guess this is the 'but' I was looking for.” I reached for a black overcoat, and wore it. “Perfect,” I rushed back to her and kissed her cheeks. “I'll be back soon.” “Break a leg,” she called after me as I exited the room. ••••••••••••••• >YUMMY KISS PRODUCTION HOUSE<<

"She was good. Lots of realism. She's at the top of my list so far, but we're comparing her to Nervous Nancy and Porno Polly." "Ethan. Jeez." Deza pushed at my back as I bounded up on the stage again. "Let's go. I'm having dinner with Liam. I don't want to be late, or he'll have eaten my brat and his." I let out a long breath and moved back as a pretty blonde walked up the side of the stage. "I'm Sissy." She extended her hand. Her tits were huge, and try as I may, I couldn’t stop staring at them.

Felt like a cunt as I imagined Rosie in that dress, kneeling, tongue out, looking up at me through her glasses, just before I scrawled SLUT across her cheek and spurted cum all over her pretty face. And then I felt like a cunt as I came all over my fist again.

Just laughing like any other day. Ethan listened as the team kept talking, their voices easy and casual. No one sounded disgusted. No one was making it a huge deal. The conversation flowed like it was just another random topic, no different from arguing about the last game or who owed lunch money. Then Adrian opened his mouth. “Ew, why would a man kiss another man?” He pulled a dramatic grimace, nose wrinkled like he’d smelled something rotten. “Well, you never knock it till you try it,” Tyrone shot back with a smirk.