Crossdressing Wattpad Novels & Stories

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.

Why does he have to say it like that…like this really meant something. Chill out, Nina. It's just dick. My stepbrother's dick. Fuck. I run my fingers through my hair. I hate how it curls up when it's wet. “We have bigger problems than your lust, Mr. Cross.” I turn to him. “I still don't have any clothes.” He pushes off the bed and crosses the room to the giant wardrobe. My eyes linger on his back, on how his muscles ripple under his shirt with each movement. Why does he have to be so fucking hot?

It was itching his skin already. After a few minutes of struggling to put on the clothes, Xander was dressed up and ready to get out of the dressing room. He held the wig in his hand and strolled out of the dressing room. The moment the women in the salon saw him, the place went dead silent, with their eyes popping open. Some of them were disappointed to see that a handsome man like him was gay. A woman spilt the water in her mouth on the face of the staff that was attending to her as her gaze landed on Xander.

He filled me a second time, then a third, until I was a leaking, trembling, thoroughly ruined mess and the emerald gown was destroyed beyond any hope of repair. When the hour was finally up he helped me back into the ruined dress with surprising gentleness, fixed my lace mask with careful fingers, and walked me to the door like a perfect gentleman. “Nine a.m., Miss Cross,” he said, voice pure boardroom steel again, the mask of the billionaire sliding back into place. “Don’t be late. And don’t wear panties. I want to know my cum is still inside you, still leaking out of you, while you look me in the eye and ask me for twenty million dollars.”

The box revealed a stunning flowing dress in deep emerald green, paired with delicate undergarments that looked far more luxurious than anything she owned. "Wow... Cross, this is beautiful," she breathed, her fingers itching to touch the fabric. "I’ll help you dress," he announced, standing before her with the garments draped over his arm, his voice leaving no room for argument. "No, that's not necessary," Marceline protested, clutching the towel tighter around herself as vulnerability swept over her. "I can dress myself." His gaze held hers in the mirror, an intensity in his eyes that made her pulse quicken. "I insist," Cross replied firmly, an unyielding edge to his voice. "Let me do this

And that’s when my jaw drops open. This can’t be true! I whisper. Because it’s her. The lady in the red silk dress that I saw in Bonny Markham’s nightmare. Krulisa Alexander Cross. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………

His hand rubbed his cock, his leaky faucet now dripping all over my leg. “I’m not complaining,” I shrugged my shoulders, “although it looks suspicious that you made me a wear a dress and all,” I said, digging my new claws into his butt. He pushed forward, entering quickly. Creed moved his cock up and down in my cave. My body squeezed, feeling the sweet burn of his shaft rubbing in and out of my body.

“Or I’ll make a scene you won’t like.” She obeyed slowly, thighs parting under the table. His fingers traced her inner thigh, then brushed against her panties. “Already wet, you like pissing me off, don’t you?” “I wasn’t doing anything wrong,” she whispered, voice defiant even as her hips twitched. Damon pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers inside her tight pussy. “Flirting with that local trash while wearing this tiny dress? You wanted attention right, now you’ve got mine.” Lila bit her lip hard as he pushed both fingers deeper. “F-fuck… Damon.”

I've been pregnant for six months, but my Alpha mate, William, has delayed our mating ceremony 29 times. He's waiting for his adopted sister, Rita, to find a mate so they can have a "two-couple mating ceremony." The 30th time I altered the waist of my beloved mating ceremony dress, the bridal shop assistant looked embarrassed, "Miss, this dress really can't be widened anymore. How about you choose another one?" Disappointment rose in my throat like bile. I called William, asking when the ceremony would finally happen.

“My brother and I have always been close. He is two years older than me, the first time I dressed up like him, he had been so mad at me because I went out with his girlfriend pretending to be him. But, he had been so sick that day and they have been making this plan for months, I didn’t want her to feel like he abandoned her because he refused to pick her calls, he didn’t want her to take pity on him. He hates it. After that day, I will usually dress up like him and we would play twins, going out together and having fun. So, coming to this town and not allowed to speak with him, I missed him, I missed him so much that the only way I could move on was by pretending to be him. No one knew me i