Crossdressing Wattpad Novels & Stories

With every last bit of strength I had, I shoved him away, desperate to get Wendy to the hospital. But Owen had lost all control by then. His face twisted with fury as he attacked me from behind. In my final moments, I clutched Wendy's lifeless body close to mine. The warmth slowly drained from my blood, and darkness began to close in. I never could have imagined that I would be reborn, let alone find myself back on the very day of the banquet. A wave of hatred surged through me, causing my fingers to tremble. I locked eyes with Owen, my gaze cold and unyielding. To my shock, I watched him walk straight toward Poppy.

“What would you say to some curls—a perm? It’s a really natural looking formula and technique, and it’s so easy on hair as long as you continue to condition it. Then I thought, a bob with a couple longer pieces in front, just below chin length?” “That sounds incredible. I can’t wait to see it.” I couldn’t imagine something so cool working on me. “Okay, settle in for the long haul. This will take awhile.” During the process, Abby draws me out of my shell until I'm telling her about my struggle to fit in, meeting Rachel and Sophie, the generosity of the guys, and my back and forth with Tristan. It's a huge relief to just talk. She gives me some insight on what it's like to be a female werewolf

"You want me to treat you?" Audrey looked at her with bizarre expression. [What could this girl be thinking of? If you want to eat, use your own money. How can one's skin be so thick? TSK!] Audrey was getting pissed off this time, for real. If not because of Niccoli starting a dare to provoke her, she would never agree to this task in the first place. She was afraid that her dorm mates will start to doubt her cross-dressing disguise if she will continue avoiding a beautiful lady. So left with no choice, she pretended to be a gentleman and accepted Nika's request.

Like he’s used to grabbing the world and making it what he wants. I run my thumb over the tender spot high on my left breast. The ridges of the final mark are still developing, but I can try to read them with my fingers. No. I overheard Finn and Xandra talking about a compromise between traditions—there aren’t tents, like there would be in Dun’s Crossing or many other kingdoms, but there are clothes on the path back to the palace. I wriggle out from under my mate’s arm, trying not to wake him without opening my eyes. I’ll grab us clothes so we don’t have to immediately run away if he’s the embarrassed type.

Her bows dropped from her hand, and she grabbed Luna by the hand. "Sure, let's get out of here and do something else." Luna did not resit but dropped her bow and went along with Phoebe. ****** ****** "The dress is too tight; why can't I wear a female shirt and trousers? This feels suffocating, and who would think a girl has this shape?" Neon grumbled, touching his sides. "I don't have an hourglass figure; I have muscles; I can't cross-dress."

A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine. "Well, Mr. Cross," I said, walking back into the study and dropping into the massive leather chair. I opened my laptop, pulling the document back onto the center screen. "Looks like I'm not the only one wearing a mask." I highlighted the title I had typed just an hour ago: THE MECHANIC'S WIFE. I hit delete. I typed a new one, the keys clacking like a drumbeat. THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET.

“Welcome to your new role, Nova. My perfect little muse.” As I left the mansion on shaky legs, the taste of my own pleasure still on my lips and the memory of his mouth devouring me burned in my mind, I realized how deeply I was falling. I had come here to write better scenes. Instead, Damien Cross was turning my body into the living research for his filthiest chapters. And I was already desperate for the next page.

I even managed to avoid the dress rehearsal, along with performing my talent, in front of my teammates. If I could limit the cross-dressing—well, technically not cross-dressing, since I was a girl—to just this competition, I would. “Come on,” Wesley urged. “The others are already dressed! The competition starts in less than two hours!” With that, they dragged me toward our dressing room. But in their rush, I collided with someone— Someone I didn’t even have to look up at to recognize. Wyatt. He was walking with his team, their representative already clad in a stunning, expensive-looking dress. However, with his broad frame, the elegance of it clashed slightly.

Of what type of partner he’d be. Before, I’d been trying to figure out a way to escape from Gabe without asking anyone for help. Because I didn’t want to inconvenience my family. Now…now I wanted to keep my kidnapper alive and safe from my family. How had things changed so fast? “He’s…just been busy,” I tried to explain feebly, my voice not at all believable. “Oh no. It’s worse. He’s finally gone off to join the cross dressers on that island!” She was practically a blubbering mess now. “He’s become a professional dancer, hasn’t he?”

Book 6: Captive Daddy Intro: When journalist Iris Morgan went undercover to expose billionaire Nathaniel Cross's criminal empire, she never expected to get caught. She definitely never expected him to decide she was worth keeping. Chapter 1: Into The Lion's Den The party was everything Iris had expected from a man like Nathaniel Cross. Expensive champagne flowing like water, crystal chandeliers throwing light across marble floors, and people who wore their wealth like armor. Everyone here had money, power, or both. And they were all trying to impress the man who stood at the center of it all.