Femboy Novels & Stories

Apologize to the mirror I let it rise, then I let it die. The dress settled as if it had been waiting. Off-the-shoulder, it framed the full curve of my breast without strangling it. The bodice held. The skirt skimmed the soft roll of my stomach and opened at the slit, baring one thick thigh all the way up. In the cracked mirror I did not look smaller. I looked stunning and like a woman who had stopped asking permission. Seth would have reached for a shawl. He would have said I was inviting comments. He would have said I like you covered in the same gentle voice he used when he meant I like you invisible.

Trope: Forbidden/ Virgin Hero / Female Dominant / Seduction / Age Gap adjacent / Obsession/ corruption kink Content Warning: Female dominant, voyeurism, corruption kink. SYNOPSIS: Joe is a campus god—6'0" of Nordic muscle and ice-blue eyes. The world sees a cold, untouchable playboy. But it’s a lie. Behind the mask, Joe is a twenty-year-old virgin with crippling anxiety, hiding a secret that would ruin his reputation.

I was wearing a sheer lavender bra with some lace and matching panties that were less than briefs but more than a thong. "Wow, Jody, That looks really hot. I love that Tanga, it fits your ass better than mine. You should definitely get that set," she said without taking her eyes off my body. I blushed and said, "Do you think so, Bridget? Is it not too feminine for me? You know I'm a bit tomboyish." "Uh, isn't that the idea, Jody? Make you look more like a woman than a little tomboy?"

he said "hmm, so you are saying you are a bad person, a badboy'' I smiled "Yeah I am a badboy and that makes you a bad girl with you by my side" ''so you are saying I am the badboy's bad girl right?" "no wrong" he grab my chin forward "you are beautiful like a doll, feisty and strong so I'd say you are The Badboy's baby doll" he stated darkly with a smirk.

She had everything to be considered a seductive woman. All I had was my cute face, cute voice, cute height, cute freaking aura. My breasts were only a handful and cute like Gemma once called them. I didn't have curves like I always dreamed of, just a slender body that's supposed to be sexy but because I'm cute, most people only pay attention to that fact. Let's not forget that being with me was like child abuse. I would never be able to give any man confidence and pride if they walked with me. Notice I said men, not boys.

I got a look at what she was wearing and understood instantly why Angelo couldn't take his eyes off her. She was wearing khaki green matching pyjamas. But I couldn't even say that they were pyjamas. They were fucking like a bikini. Her breasts were out and her ass was shown perfectly. She had multiple rings on her fingers which went with the whole pyjamas. Then she got on the counter and started eating her ice cream. 'So, what are we talking about besties.' she said smiling. 'Well, we were saying-' Angelo started. 'Get your ass into bed Nem, before I do something I regret.' I snarked cutting him off.

No one minded me or tried to bring up the past event in school, everything was going great until someone entered, a redhead with green eyes. She was dressed in little or no clothing if you ask me, dressed in a skimpy skirt with bikini top is not dressing to me. She seems to be taking over Stacy’s crown as the queen bee and that was getting on her nerves, making her forget about me, not that I care. Actually, I do enjoy their banter but the only thing I don’t enjoy is how they fight over Adrian and he does nothing but let them do as they want.

I laughed as I slipped under Alec’s arm. “I don’t know if I should buy a dress or athletic shorts!” Emmy tossed her hands up. “Girls can wear athletic shorts!” I argued. “Just because you are incapable of looking nice every day does not mean other girls don’t like to dress up! If this is a girl, Jasper wants her to be a princess. I want to raise a badass girl that does both.” “It will be so much fun to watch you navigate this world.” I laughed. “Just you wait!” Emmy gave me a look.

“I like your dress.” “Thank you.” “I don’t wear dresses.” “Why?” “I don’t know. I guess I’m a Tomboy.” “What is that?” “You don’t know?” She cut Julecia a look. “No.” Tiffany thought a moment. “It’s a girl who likes to dress more like a boy.” “Oh…interesting. I was born a boy, and I like to dress as a girl. I was raised as a girl too.” Julecia smiled. “No way. There’s no way you’re a boy. You have boobs and nicer legs than I do.”

"What's wrong with it?" "Everything!" Kate bounded over, her energy as boundless as always. At five-foot-two with platinum blonde hair and a personality that could fill a stadium, Kate was everything Julia wasn't—and everything she was starting to want to be. "We've been over this. You're in college now. You're allowed to show some skin."