Crossdressing Sissies Novels & Stories

Girls walking past covered their mouths, giggling. My throat went dry. My palms turned sweaty. And then, they appeared. The Sassy girls. Four of them, walking in their tight jeans and crop tops, their perfume heavy in the air, their lips painted red. Their leader, the one with long fake lashes, stepped right in front of me, blocking my path. My sister missing from their mixed. “Well, well,” she said, smirking. “If it isn’t little miss quiet girl.” The others circled me like vultures, their laughter sharp.

“Here are my best girls, Nickson. Danny, Aurora, and Jessie." They all look tacky and sexy. Nickson suspected, Isabella purposely told them to wear tight and thin clothes to cover their barely covered bodies. Each of them was wearing a mini tight dress in various colors which seemed difficult to accommodate their very plump breasts. The dress only covered a quarter of their thighs. Nickson couldn't imagine that if the women looked down or moved, the back of their bodies would be visible. Hell! This is disgusting, thought Nickson disgusted. “Hmm… quite good.”

What the fuck was that, their tits looked so perfect in that lace, nipples so hard I could almost feel them, and those panties barely hiding their pussies, smooth and probably wet if they got excited, shit, I should not have seen any of that, they are my stepsisters, this is so wrong, but my mind kept replaying it, making my cock throb even more. By the time the party got going later that evening, the living room was packed with friends and a few relatives, the music playing at a steady beat from the speakers, and those string lights I hung up earlier giving everything this dim, inviting haze that made the place feel alive. Sophie and Bella came downstairs in these short party dresses that f

“Don’t grovel. Don’t pitch. Just listen to what he wants and act like you belong there. I do belong there. Then act like it. He hung up. Practiced his opening line in the mirror. Mr. Cross, it’s an honor. No too desperate. Dominic, I’ve been looking forward to this. Too casual. Mr. Cross, I believe we can be of mutual benefit. His hands were still shaking. He picked up the black envelope one more time. Ran his thumb over the wax seal. Felt the weight of it, the authority, the promise. This was the night everything changed. Sophia stared at her reflection and did not recognize the woman staring back. The dress was black. Backless, floor length, with a slit that climbed her left thigh like a d

“Get us some sexy dresses.” Oh fuck.

"Goddamn, can you blame us?" asked Matt, then added, "Those dresses are designed for one purpose, gettin' a man's attention." He came forward and stuck his crotch out emphasizing a serious hard-on clearly visible pushing against his pants. "I'd say you could call that mission accomplished!" "Oh god Matt, put the 'Beast' away," Missy said, turning her head as everyone started to laugh. The other sisters all came down the staircase a few minutes later, all wearing different slinky dresses, all of them looking incredibly hot.

Sasha snatched the soup bowl from the maid rudely. The maid looked helpless, and quietly handed over the bowl to Sasha. Serra was watching everything from the second floor. Mia was taking a nap, so Serra was relaxing while looking down from the corridor railing. When she saw Sasha swaying her hips in that super short dress which barely covered her butt, she felt her anger rose. Sasha is wearing a short grey colour tube dress which barely covered her assets. Her shoulders are bare and her breasts are almost spilling out of the dress. Serra noticed how every male in the mansion were looking at Sasha with lust.

She said grinning "Wear something seductive and prepare your pole dancing skill." "What are you planning?" "You want to go back to that job right?" I nodded. "Then trust me, I got you bitch." I'm wearing a white short dress with a cut on its sides to show off my curves and a white stiletto. "Damn you whore," Sierra said. "How do I look?" "An angel sent by the heaven burning in hotness." "What lipstick should I wear?" "Red of course. Don't remove your mask until you turned him on."

Ethan and Chrissy were heading straight toward us, her arm hooked tightly around his like she was scared someone might steal him. The first thing I noticed was her dress — a silver, overly-shiny, sequined thing that screamed “I just got money yesterday.” It glittered under the lights in a way that felt almost… aggressive. Typical “I’ve arrived” energy. She plastered on a smile. “Good evening, sir. I’m Chrissy,” she purred at Alexander.

He strode to them, hands in pocket. "Girls." He greeted when he came up to them. The girls being she, Keisha, Selena and Sisi. They all also wore white; she in a white turtle-neck flay gown; Sisi in a white jump suit, also Keisha and Selena also wore a gown, just more fashionable and classy. Sisi had succeeded in getting her to join them for a girls time. She only agreed because she felt guilty about shutting them all out and making them worry and also because she wanted out of the suffocation she was feeling.