Female Trunks Novels & Stories

I Stiffen when I hear the door unlock. “Bash?” Trinity’s sleepy voice makes me blink. She opens the door wider while rubbing her right eye with the back of her finger. Her bedhead proves that she’s already sleeping. She’s only wearing a gray baggy shirt with her college logo printed on it. Her long legs are in full view with her bare feet, and deep red painted toenails. “Coming or not?” she asks, and that almost startles me from checking her out. I swallow when my eyes land again on her now very prominent braless tits. Even with her shirts on, I can see the little buds react, perhaps from the cold weather.

It was crazy what modern technology could accomplish. The trans girl was wearing a very exotic outfit tonight. It was some sort of wrap that seemed to go from the top of her chest down to her thighs, crisscrossing the front and back of her body. It covered all the important bits, while leaving the rest of her exposed. Staring intently between her legs, I tried to detect the hint of a bulge, but I couldn't see it. She must have tucked it back or something. She looked all woman to me. And very attractive, at that.

It's most definitely not something she can wear to see Kane Boron. Remembering how Priscilla use to dress whenever she sees her and Kane, how she looks sophisticated, charming and alluring as well and she realized that being a woman is a lot of trouble. If she was to be Oliver now, just a shirt and a pant will be enough to see Kane. She left her room for her aunts, all the way making a mental note to herself to go shopping for female wears if she knows she wants to keep up her little game.

Yes, it really is big enough to get lost in. "Aha!" she yells triumphantly, appearing with a dress in her hands. It's gold, short and covered with sequins. I gawk at the dress and throw Trish an amused look. "How many prostitute costumes do you own?" Trish gasps, her eyes widening before she takes a second look at the dress. "Okay maybe you're right, only a little. This one is definitely a no." Trish grimaces before hanging the dress back up.

I asked then realized he was pointing out two girls coming out of the clothing store. My jaw nearly dropped. They were gorgeous and dressed so sluttily. Like something out of a rap video or a porno. I mean, they were schoolgirls. Trashy schoolgirls with skirts so short that the tartan cloth barely covered their rumps. They had their blouses tied beneath their big tits. Were those fake? They had tramp stamps, too. I couldn't believe what I was reading on them. "Bareback Only" was written on one and "Deposit Only" on the other. A throb of heat shot through me and raced up my cock. I couldn't believe it.

Triss responded and I couldn’t hold back anymore and pushed the door open. Triss was leaning over Jonathan in what I wouldn’t even call clothes, her cleavages were open and the supposed gown she was supposedly wearing if she merely bent a little, I would be able to see her panties. Triss immediately turned to me and there was shock and then she skillfully folded her arms, wearing a mocking smile.

The scrubbed all the dead skin with a kind of soft cloth, careful not to tear the thin skin that just grew, or press the now-yellowish-bruises too hard. I could feel some of them cringe or even sob silently, watching how wretched my naked body was, the proof of what has been done to me. Once they are done, they help me to dress in a white full skirt dress, long sleeve with simple embroideries on the rim. Then sat me up on a chair in front of a mirror.

His pack had a reputation for being large and powerful. Ignoring them, I shifted slightly as I took in the ladies, each of whom had a curved body and nearly ideally shaped features. They were all dressed in lean gold gowns. With a little amount of material knotted to the upper arm, the upper half exposed almost all of their chest, leaving just their breasts covered. A long, lean skirt with multiple slits, exposing some more of their skin. They were holding naturally sensuous looks with their red lips. The other door of the dressing room was suddenly thrown open, revealing the smiling face of Madam Barbara, the owner of the club. The extremely heavy and bright colors of her makeup gave the el

She pranced away completely naked as Ben shook his head with a smile. Minutes later she returned dressed in her jogging suit minus the sports bra which she held in her hand. Her tits were seriously bulging out of the suit and Ben did his best not to stare. "Mmm! Fresh and warm from the dryer!" she hugged herself making her tits threaten to spill out. "Trish! Please!" Ben gasped.

I helped her lift the lid and froze when I saw the contents. The trunk was full of items that definitely belonged to a woman. Clothes folded neatly, costume jewelry in little containers, a scarf that looked like it had been eaten by moths. Things that clearly hadn’t been touched in some time.