Dressed As A Woman Stories Novels & Stories

My wolf whimpered and immediately submitted, my body moving against my will. I found myself standing up and walking toward our bedroom, my legs moving without my permission. I hated him for using his power on me like this, but I couldn't fight it. In our walk-in closet, I stared at all the red dresses hanging there. The dresses I had worn to make him happy, never knowing I was just playing dress-up as another woman. With shaking hands, I pulled out a tight red cocktail dress, one of his favorites, and put it on. Looking at myself in the mirror, I didn't recognize the woman staring back at me. Three years of trying to be someone else had completely erased who I really was.

I look at this woman who has been nothing but patient and kind to me and utter a big fat lie. “Yeah, I’d really like to see them. They really might be…my mates” Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I have been dressed before. Dressed to please a man no less. The last time I wore a dress so pretty was to impress Landon. To make him see that even if I didn’t have a wolf, I was half-pretty. This dress however, the one Greta told me was called ‘La Perla’ mini-dress, makes me feel different. Makes me feel bolder.

In the front window, there were only two dresses, on one side, a black dress with several sparkles reminiscent of stars, the whole place was decorated as if it were night; on the other side, a blue dress with golden sparkles reminiscent of day, the whole part was decorated to remember the sunrise. As we passed through the door, there were several dresses of all styles, many of them had ornaments that were dragon tears, unicorn fur, anacondas scales and many other magical animals, but none of them were what I was looking for. Then amidst all those exposed dresses a woman with blue hair, big pointed ears, greenish eyes and black skin appeared. She was wearing a simple dress that resembled leav

"This dress is a one-of-a-kind Itania creation, the handcrafting alone cost thirty thousand dollars. I never meant to flaunt, but what can I do when I'm married to the wealthiest man around?" She feigned a look of concern, yet her eyes sparkled with triumph. The relatives gasped in awe, while a few young girls, green with envy, reached out to touch the gown, only to be deftly sidestepped by Betty. From the doorway, I let out a soft laugh. Three years ago, when I first laid eyes on Joseph, he was a man battered by life and plagued by illness. He once caught me performing a mystical ritual and became convinced I possessed magic. He begged me to heal him.

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.

Do people like getting tied up? Let’s just do something fucking simple. "Uhm, maybe just something cute?" I asked the woman, and she pulled out this really nice see-through dress that wasn’t even long enough to cover most of my ass. But I guess that was on purpose? She paired it with a tiny pair of underwear, because apparently, even though it’s fucking freezing, women should just wear underwear the size of a baby's sock.

Jonea held it momentarily, then slammed the dress on the floor. "I can't wear a dress that opens like this, or they'll know I'm a girl! Don't the guys think? If a man were to dress like this, his fake breasts would be exposed. How tacky!" Jonea paced back and forth and massaged her throbbing temples. "Oh, I see! They did it intentionally to show those fake boobs and become a laughingstock! Disgusting. Do they want to degrade the dignity of women? What charity event is this, huh?"

"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 came out wearing an oversized white shirt that covered her body up to mid-thigh, which looked quite firm. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong! Just a sore leg!” Jacob said, covering his lower body that was throbbing a bit. He didn’t want Ice to see his condition! “Okay! Wait a moment; I’ll go get some food for you.” Ice opened her wardrobe. She casually put on men’s-style pants in front of Jacob as if they were of the same gender. Especially when she bent over slightly to put on the pants. Damn! Jacob had to avert his gaze until the woman was dressed normally again. She put on her leather jacket.

All their money is safe because no leeches sucked their blood that night. As Rhoda, Laura, and Mildred approached wearing male masks and hair firmly fixed, their husband was unable to recognize them that night as the girls approached the females in male outfits, but they laughed together after discovering each other's secrets. "You're all naughty girls," Madam exclaims, not realizing that the wives of the men Madam invited were all in the same night spot at the same time. "Thank God, our husband's money still doesn't suck by you girls," the wives whisper.