Dressed As A Woman Novels & Stories

"Wear her clothes." I scrambled out of the white dress, my fingers fumbling with the fabric. The other woman put on the ritual gown and lay down on the bed exactly where I had been. She pulled the covers up and closed her eyes. In the dim light, she looked like a ghost—like the ghost I had just been pretending to be. I wanted to ask what would happen to her if they found out eventually that I wasn't the one. But that would be too late. Now, I would be greedy for my own life.

She loved what she saw. Some activities were done to entertain the audience –which served also as a memorial. A band group, all men, dressed in a wrapper—a garment known to be woman’s—and without footwear, danced swiftly to the ovation of the crowd. They wore bracelets and some ishika in their feet, which chinked as they danced.

"Of course girl. What kind of friend do you think I am?" "A cock crazy slut?" "Wrong! I'm a cock crazy slut who cares about her best friend." As the party progressed Anna and Jenny met their friends. All the girls were dressed as slutty versions of some job while the guys were mostly dressed Dracula. A few of them were dressed as sexy firefighters and there were even a couple minions. Anna stuck out like a sore thumb as she was by far the most covered up. Some joked that she showed less skin than the guys. Jenny would give her a reassuring smile while occasionally fanning her.

Kris grabs me, constricting my wailing body in his arms. The woman turns around from facing Bahm, along with the other women she came with. Their ears looks like elf ears, wearing basically nothing and they were the slightest bit shorter than the woman wearing the white, long dress. Their faces full of confusion and disgust, only fueling more into my anger. "WHAT...DOES..SHE ..MEAN...MARKED!!!!" I struggled to get out of Kris hold on my body. He was actually a lot stronger than I had thought.

When we broke apart, both breathing hard, he pressed his forehead against mine. " Get dressed," he said roughly." Show them what a Luna looks like." Maya arrived with clothes that made me stare. Instead of training leathers, she brought a dress. But not the simple tunics I had seen other pack females wear. This was battle armour disguised as a formal dress.

I muttered. As I walked into the building, the pulsating music rang in my ears, and the disco lights caused me to squint my eyes. My body itched; this was all uncomfortable. With my head bent down, I wondered if my outfit was perfect for the occasion. It was a red, tight gown and silver heels with a golden mask; it didn't matter since I would be taking the clothes off. Two ladies were at the front desk. One was dressed as a waitress, another way older, glammed with a heavy makeover and a black flowing gown. "Bella?"

Having gotten it out of the black market, I had to use a fake ID to get things set for myself without the woman knowing who was coming. I smiled, playing along the rest who were dancing to the music. Wearing a black tight dress that reached my mid-thigh, I blended between the people perfectly. My smoky make-up only made me look a whole lot more appealing to men who were around, and for a woman who didn’t like having men around her, I was surprised to see two sitting by her side, each one of them trying to impress her.

Athena I ran into one of the scrawny-looking souls scattered at the front of the building. Surprisingly, he was a male. “Watch where you’re going,” he protested as some others grumbled from the impact as I unintentionally made a few of them trip. “Who are you?” “she’s one of us now,” the fat woman responded for me as I pulled myself back to my feet. “In that case, you need a change of clothing. You cannot hunt dressed as a clown. The man who seemed to be the leader stepped close to me as the crowd surrounding me dispersed. I saw a heap of old clothing drop before me. They were faded camouflage trousers and a bralette.

I chose him a ducky number – a full ball gown with a plunging décolleté and at the back, a V down to the crack between his cheeks. I helped him into it, pulled the suspender belt around his waist, hoisted the stockings and clipped them in place, found some high heels he could manage and a wig. He was perfect. A man in woman’s clothing, but being a man. ‘Walk a bit. Get used to it. Enjoy it. Let the materials pull across your body, feel the sensuousness of the stockings between your legs.’ I found a morning suit, with top hat and winged collar. Soon I was his counterpart, authoritatively swinging a silver-topped stick. As he walked by me, I pinched his tight backside and then thrust my hand b

I feel bold, and I approach a middle aged female. "Hello. I notice you are dressed lovely. I am not from here, nor familiar with these buildings. Do you know any affordable buildings to buy attire from?" I curse myself for my stiff dialect, but communication with most humans still makes me nervous. "So formal and charming. Yes. That dress is overwhelming my dear. But let me let you in on a secret." Her mouth scratches wide and she leans into my ear. "Everything I wear is thrifted. Bargains, honey. Let me put you on." I grin at her playful demeanor and happily trot along to wherever this alpha lady leads me. Her presence is demanding, and people acknowledge and take note of her as we pass. I