Female Disguised As Male Novels & Stories

His voice was icy as he demanded, "Who are you, really?" "It hurts..." she gasped. Struggling to breathe, her brain deprived of oxygen as she desperately slapped at his hand. "Let me go... I can't breathe..." Hearing her plea, he frowned slightly and yanked off the security cap she was wearing. "You're a woman?" Fiona had been working at the club, disguising herself with a male voice and makeup to avoid unwanted attention. Only the manager and a few security members knew her true identity. "Yes, yes," she gasped.

I shrugged in nonchalance. "I understand Her Highness's sense of notion, but I'm still very anxious to just let you go alone." She said in a troubled voice, looking very fretful indeed. "Can't it just be me tagging along with you? I promise I was be like a ghost, as undetectable as possible." She urged yet again when she saw me dressing up in a male's attire. Yes people, today I decided to condone myself in a male's disguise and finally let myself experience what you'd call a 'typical-female-lead-dressed-as-a-male-in-the-ancient-times' theme.

I said and brought out a sack. I pulled off different clothes and items that would be useful to us. "What's this?" She asked. "What does it look like? We're disguising to get into my pack so no one will notice," I said, bringing out a lookalike maid uniform from my pack, and throwing it at her. "That's what you'll wear once we get there," I said and she nodded her face. I brought out a face mask with another person's identity, threw the female one at her then used the male one for myself. I used a mustache to make it look more realistic. She used slight makeup to make her look more young.

But Daniel's shirt is also quite branded, he doesn't even have time to change his pants, shoes, and watch. Eldrian was confused because all his disguise equipment was left in the staff changing room in the warehouse. But he thought Ilona couldn't wait for him so late. He walked with some hesitation, afraid that the staff would recognize him, Eldrian also borrowed Daniel's hat. Instead of making Eldrian look shabby, his outfit made him look cool. Eldrian arrived at the waiting room in the front lobby, where a woman was seen opening her laptop and seemed busy typing something. Yes, that's Ilona. She didn't come home and wait for the fake Office Boy, Ziyan.

Even though her body is lean yet her good height of 5'7 is a plus point to her which helps her to disguise herself as a man smoothly. " Hey, man. Your shift is over. " a man came over to the disguised man and took in change from him. Nodding her head at the man she walked like a man and soon, after crossing the fighting ring area and seeing how two men are bleeding each other to death and sick people are roaring for their respective fighters, she safely walks out of the bar.

He pulled me back home, but that time we didn't go to my room, but to Raquel's room. "What are we going to do here?" I asked him but he didn't say anything, instead he opened his cabinet and unfolded his clothes. "You look like a Filipina girl in what you're wearing, you don't keep up with the millenials. This is what you wear!” He took out the maroon two piece and handed it to me. I was stunned and backed away when I saw the two piece that Raquel made me wear. "What the... no way! I won't wear that!" I shook my head as I realized what it was reaching.

I had seen the storm that brewed under his skin. “I know you’re angry,” I said. “But please... don’t hurt my friends. It was my idea. I came up with the plan.” He turned to me, slowly. “What plan? To deceive me?” I looked up at him. “We wanted your help to defeat Killian. I thought you'll never help us knowing you despised ladies. So, I brought up the idea of dressing up as a male.” “Are you all females?” I shook my head. “Just I and Dara.”

Fueled by desperation and fear, she decided to take matters into her own hands. With the assistance of a skilled professional, she transformed herself into an entirely different persona, donning the attire of an Indian celebrity. A resplendent sari, vibrant and ornate, gracefully enveloped her figure, masking her identity beneath its folds. Layers of meticulously applied makeup concealed her features, hidding her true self in an enigmatic aura. No one recognized her; she didn’t even recognize herself, not even when she came across Nicholas at the entrance. Cloaked in her disguise, she felt like a different person and with that feelings came a new found confidence.

“You may be married, but you reek of perfume and powder. The royal family doesn’t need women who only know how to dress up.” After two rounds of elimination, only five women remained. Caitlin stood quietly among them, thankful that she’d listed herself as married and wore no perfume. The housekeeper checked the remaining profiles and selected two names. “Agnes, Margaret. Step forward.” “Agnes” was Caitlin’s disguised identity. Hearing her alias, she and another woman named Margaret stepped out of the line. The housekeeper studied Agnes’s sallow face with approval. “Your file says you’re skilled in international cuisine?”

The ordinary sect disciple replied in a soft voice, and it was a female's voice! At that time, the door of the small building opened slightly. The girl disguised as a man sprinted into the small building, and the gap closed immediately as if they were afraid of being discovered by others. Then, the sect disciple quickly changed back to women's clothes, and it could be seen that she was a maid who appeared to be about twenty years old. The maid respectfully approached a screen and knelt.