Crossdressing Sissies Novels & Stories

To say she was out of dress code was an understatement. “Rebecca Sierra, I presume?” She smiled and walked past the desk to her seat. My skin crawled as she made an effort to try and be as sexy as possible. However, it was the version of sexy that is portrayed on the TV or internet. Not actual beauty. Looking away from the sight, I realized the whole class was holding in their laughter. “Goddess, I thought the point of being a whore was to attract people, not make them throw up.” The girl sitting to next to Winter, Krista St. James, broke the seal.

INTRO: She moved in looking for peace and quiet but too bad I have a fetish for good girls. She’s got a smile made for angels and a body built to break sinners… guess I’m first in line because every time she calls me a ‘jerk' and tells me to stay away, I wonder how she’ll sound screaming it with her legs over my shoulders—JAXON CROSS. He terrifies me. Bullies me. Says things that should make me want to run far, far away…

Their warnings only seemed to amuse Queenie even more. "Well? Did you hear them?" she sneered. "Get down on your knees right now. Put the ring on my finger respectfully, then crawl out of here. Otherwise…" Her eyes turned cold. "You'll end up just like the man who dirtied my dress."

We both declined, in which Sajida laughed, finding our opposition stemmed from fear comical. At the corner of the living room by the staircase, there were six women - three I hadn't seen before, and the other three being Sajida's 'daughters' who went by the names Sasi One, Sasi Two, and Sasi Three. The Sasi's were happily sewing together a patch on what I assumed to be one of Sajida's dresses. I had forgotten just how hideous these girls were - green, sickly skin, decaying teeth, and stringy black hair that was missing in spots. They all had black painted numbers on their head that corresponded to who they were - Sasi One having a number 'one' painted on her head, and so on. Mikael couldn't

The driver seems to know her personally. The Siren is nothing like I've ever seen before. I've been to my share of high-end clubs, but this? It's like I walked into another planet, another tax bracket, if you will. I can tell from the clients that this place racks up millions daily. Not a single pair of jeans in sight, at least not on the ladies. Everyone is wearing short, fabulous designer dresses and skirts.

I was dressed in a way I had never been dressed in my life. The cloth that fell around me was heavy and beautiful, a deep gold with threads that caught the light and held it, flowing from my shoulders to the floor in long, perfect folds. My throat, wrists, and fingers were covered in diamonds – not just a few small ones. I mean the kind of jewels that look like they weren't made by human hands, clear and cold and shining with their own light. My hair was arranged with a neatness and care that I could feel even in the dream, pinned and styled in a way that made the back of my neck feel both bare and grand at the same time.

He looked a little overweight, but not overly so. We went to our room and put on the clothes we'd purchased with Sandy's help. My dress was a translucent green with a scooped neckline which actually went under my breasts, covering nothing. The skirt portion went to my ankles, but was slit to the waist over both of my legs, with a six inch wide piece of fabric over my sex. If I stood still, I was adequately covered down below, but as soon as I started walking, it was clear I was naked beneath it. My legs moving through the slits exposing my bare cunt as the center panel swirled with my stride. Only the underwear which weren't, went on below the dresses. The faux pearls running through our sli

It was the fifth boutique, and Celine swore it was their last. But she was not in charge of selecting the clothing they would be wearing; Kim was. Celine had already refused to wear the sheer 1920s flapper-style dress Kim had picked out for her. She had boundaries, one of which was becoming a member of the ‘Naked Barely-There.’ Club. Kim, on the other hand, had no such qualms and had purchased a sheer black dress that revealed her naked perfect breasts. Celine was afraid she would need to carry a stun gun to keep the men off her.

He quickly beckoned for a pretty lady in a tight black body con dress a few meters away to come over. "Mr. Cross, please enjoy this little gift from me. I made sure to prepare the very best for you." He glanced at Damien and smiled. The lady in the black dress was exceptionally beautiful but it was all thanks to the heavy makeup and bright red lipstick. The black dress hugged and outlined her body perfectly, showing her curvy hips and big breast. There wasn't a man who sees her that wouldn't definitely allow her to serve him. However, Damien didn't look at her, he just frowned in disgust and irritation when he heard Simon.

I asked politely. I could tell they were ecstatic to dance with us. Trixie was the girl who had long black hair, dressed in a black skintight dress that ended decently above her knees. Elle was the cute redhead with pixie hair, wearing skintight jeans and a Sabrina top. The provocative girl wearing a white dress that left nothing to the imagination was named Saucy, which sounded more like her stage name than her real name. I smiled at Saucy. She was my target tonight. “Hi, Saucy. This is Nicky,” I said to her, putting my hand to Nicholas’ back and giving him a shove as if I were feeding him to a very hungry wolf. Well, I actually was.