Dressed As A Woman Novels & Stories

Jessamine The last lock of hair falls across my cheek and the maid steps away, letting me look at myself. To paint a picture of virtue, purity and submission, it is tradition that all unmated women dress in nothing but white to the Howling. No adornments, either facial paintings or jewelry. Nothing other than a plain, white dress, that hides nothing of our bodies underneath. Why wear so much when it gets ripped during the shift?

Their eyes burned into my back, each one different. Never in my wildest imagination did I think I would be wearing women's clothes in front of these Alphas. Thankfully, they were not a bit revealing or like bodycon. The binding on my chest did not give away my breasts and my hair still looked like a boys so I was a boy dressed as a woman but an uncontrollable panic curled in my chest for some reason. On top of that the auction had just begun.

A few were dressed like her, casually with a vague sense of some sort of position in the hierachy, in blouses and trousers, while others were in smart and crisp office suits. There were obvious outliers, with one lady donning the robes of a priestess, and another man wearing some sort of animal themed costume. They all looked as if they were a selection of random civillians, randomly kidnapped off of the streets and placed in a room together in one sick, social scientific experiment. Gretel sighed through her teeth, her breath coming through as shallowly as she could manage it, as her eyes began to become heavy again. She tried her best to fight again the clutches of sleep, wriggling about,

It’s not as nerve wrecking as it was once before. “Yes of course Mr. Priest." The woman says from behind us. Another woman opens the door for us. When I walk in, I’m surprised to see the entire placed from top to bottom covered with an array of dressed. In all sorts of colors. “Why don’t you have a look around and find yourself a dress…” he tells me. "Yes..." I nod I walk toward the dresses. I know nothing about fashion. But I’ve watched enough Kdramas to know what woman normally choose.

I take my time, savoring each sensation. I eat the broth, the bread, the fruit. I drink the water from the pitcher. I feel strong. Ready. When she returns, the masked woman brings me a dress. Long, white, light. Of fine linen, almost transparent. Like that of a bride, or a victim. "Dress. Then follow me."

She looked at me and then nodded her head. "He was the one who told me that you were waiting outside for me," She said with a cold expression. I went towards that person who was glaring at Sana. I punched him on his face. "Dare you to even look at my woman" I scrawled. He smirked and that's when I heard a painful scream. I turned my head and found Sana stabbing a person. Immediately a few warriors came and pulled that person away from Sana. Don't know from where one after another men came into the training field and surprisingly they all were dressed up like women. It didn't take me long to understand that they entered the pack interpreting themselves as a woman.

Declan stopped and stared. His mouth may even have hung open as he looked at the woman walking towards him. She was Jessica Rabbit personified complete with a siren red wig covering her blonde tresses. The red sparkly dress hugged her figure, the strapless bodice leaving her tanned shoulders bare and the long slit showing a tempting amount of bare thigh. Purple gloves covered her arms and she wore sky-high red stilettos. Declan swallowed and pulled at his bow tie. When the invitation said to dress as a fictional character, Jessica Rabbit was not what he expected. His own James Bond tuxedo paled in comparison next to her.

It was a deep red silk gown that clung to my body, with thin straps and a slit up the thigh that made me feel exposed. "No!" I snapped, trying to yank it off. "Yes." the woman said flatly, pulling my hands away. "It’s what Boss Dante requested." Of course, it was. I bit the inside of my cheek as they brushed my red hair, styled it into soft waves, and applied subtle makeup. By the time they were done, I barely recognized myself. I looked… stunning. But it wasn’t me. It was her. Dante’s wife. A doll dressed up for his amusement.

"You think you will be attending a party? You plan on seducing all the rogues so that they will stop waging war?" I looked down on my clothes. Yes. I wore a yellow dress but there was a short underneath. "What's wrong with my clothes?" "We will be using a horse. A dress is not something you should wear in this situation," Knoxx informed. I lifted my dress and showed them my shorts and before they could see what was under it, they all looked away, their faces brightened. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Showing you my shorts," I answered. "Put your dress down!" Knoxx answered, growling. "Are you out of your mind, woman? Do you think we are not men?"

It took her another hour of pleading, I love you…, please, just this once, before he finally gave in. Fine. But if this goes wrong, it’s on you. She smiled in the dark, a rush of excitement flooding her chest. It won’t. The plan was simple, He would dress as a woman. A long, cheap wig bought online, a loose floral dress that would hide his broad shoulders, and a scarf wrapped high around his neck to conceal his Adam’s apple. At 9 PM, when the hostel was busy with girls returning from evening classes and the security guard was distracted at the main gate, he would walk in as if he belonged there.