Crossdressing Site Novels & Stories

By evening, I was too restless to go home, so I gathered a few files and decided to find a café where I could lose myself in work. As I passed Central Park, my thoughts returned to him, circling the same question again and again, what if I had spoken up sooner? What if I had not waited for the perfect moment that never came? Then something in a nearby shop window caught my attention. A sign read: EXPLORE YOUR INNER ESSENCE: TOTAL TRANSFORMATION STUDIO Beneath it, in smaller print: Professional services for cross-dressing, gender expression, and personal transformation. I stared at the display. Two mannequins stood side by side, one dressed in a sharp suit, the other in a flowing gown. Their

“I see, so basically I look like a freak?” “Let’s see, you need makeup, real boobs, and you have to learn to walk on those heels and you need a wig.” “Fuck!” Valerie laughed. “Not to worry.” She reached for her laptop that lay on the coffee table and opened it up. After searching G****e she said, “look, here is a site for crossdressers. Give me your wallet.”

He wants to please her, experience Paris with her, and respect that she wishes to not be seen with him—which in itself is an unusuality that he quite likes. With a decisive but tiny smile, she disappears into the women’s room. Inside the men’s room, it’s essentially a store meets locker room. There are racks of outfits, with fine clothing ranging from casual wear to tuxedos in every size. In another area, there are racks of kink clothing, leather and latex for both the dominant and the submissive. And last but not least is the specialty clothing area for those who wish to explore a side of themselves that perhaps society and their daily lives doesn't allow them to. There, one can find costum

She could obviously smell I was a wolf. Heather stepped back from the rack of dresses, narrowing her eyes at the woman. "Ah, I didn't realize this establishment was run by specists." "I am not a specist. I just prefer Supes to model our dresses." She sneered, crossing her arms. "I am doing this–charity work–as a favor to Alpha Cross." "Yeah, no thanks." Heather grabbed my arm. "We will go elsewhere." We headed to the door and I flung a rude hand gesture at the woman. I might've been human, but I was Were now. She had no right to be such an asshole.

Zayed had a strange mind for the details at times, and it always got him exactly what he wanted, but typically, he got him into an incredible amount of trouble because of his smart-ass attitude. When the webpage loaded, it changed to an interface reminding me a lot of an online retailer. A bar on the side of the webpage had several dropdown arrows listing different filters used to sort the pages further. Then at the top of the page were categories listed as 'buying', 'selling', or 'trading'. "What… is this?" I asked, my brow raised in both surprise and disgust. "They have them listed the same as you would a purse or clothing." Again, Zayed laughed as he nodded his head. "Only you would make

As a life coach and a cross-dresser, I've found that my unique perspective on life has allowed me to create a niche for myself in the world of sexual liberation. It was on a particularly sultry evening that I found myself hosting a select group of women at my modern estate. The air was thick with anticipation as I welcomed my guests, each one a pegging enthusiast who had been handpicked for their discerning tastes. I had prepared a sumptuous feast, a symphony of flavors that would tantalize their palates and set the stage for the evening's main event.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

Abe’s only contribution was, ‘Enjoy yourselves now, but it isn’t going to happen. Cath ignored him and rubbed his face. ‘It’s smooth, but his hair is so dark on the white skin.’ ‘Let’s black him up.’ ‘It will have to be a long-sleeved dress and thick tights.’ Mave disappeared to the bathroom and came back with some waxing strips, waxing honey and a wax warmer. Things had reached farcical. I had to intervene. ‘Let’s try something else. I’m looking at some cross-dressing advice online. There is one picture here of a very hairy man in a short-sleeved, short dress, hair everywhere, bushes poking from under his décolleté.

I smiled. “Yes. I'll check for your sizes,” the woman said with a smile. Bringing out three packaged outfits, the woman pointed to the right, “You can change in the room over there,” she said. I took mine and went to the changing room. The dress looked lovely. When mom came out, I was surprised to see that mom’s dress was exactly like mine — a red loose sundress with white dots. “Wow! You look so pretty!” I commented. “You too, honey,” Mom laughed.

The Crossbearer. Fuck.