Femboy Outfits Novels & Stories

Here, faeries don leaves and vines as their garments, their forms draped in nature's bounty, while others don diaphanous fabrics that billow and swirl with each whisper of the wind, much like the ebony folds of my own dress. Glancing down at my attire, I note the daring slit that exposes my thighs and the bare midriff that defies convention. It's a departure from the modesty I've always known, yet there's an undeniable allure to the ensemble—a sense of empowerment that courses through me with every step, infusing me with a newfound confidence.

Phoebe said smiling. "It's a Fancysteel sissy," it'll give you a more feminine look. "But I..." Ben began. "At least try it. You know as a slave, you have to forget what you want," Phoebe said simply. The belt was attached. Then Phoebe pulled out of the panties. Ben picked an orange pair and put them on. He looked at himself in the mirror and was surprised by the camel toe look of the belt. Then there was the bra, a skirt, a t-shirt and heel shoes. Ben thought he'd take them out once he got in the cell.

They were so fit the simple workout clothes looked ridiculously hot. Either could have graced a spread in their magazine. The Bad Boys get casual! the caption might have said. Unmoved by her objection, Zane handed her a folded pile of clothes. “These are for you, sweetheart.” Him calling her sweetheart almost caused her to blush. She focused on what he’d given her instead. The small bundle included yoga pants, cotton bikini panties, and a soft strappy shirt with a built-in bra—an outfit any woman could have worn for lazing around on her day off. Rebecca peered at them suspiciously.

This was so that no attention would be on my arms. “You look stunning baby. I’m sure they will love you as much as I do.” Femi said coming up behind me at the dressing table. He placed his hand on my shoulder. “Thank you.” I said. I looked at him through the mirror. He was absolutely dashing. He was wearing dress pants with a matching suit, both black, and an off white shirt which open buttons at the top. He wore Cuban links with his most cherished Rolex. I was going to prank him with it soon.

Demi POV “Do you think this looks good?” Stepping out of the closet, I wasn’t sure. Jeans haven’t been my favorite thing to wear, but it was a cooler day. Even though the sun was shining, there was a crisp in it that made me want to stay warm. Heather looked me up and down. “Since it is a little muddy, those boots are probably the best option.” I looked at myself in the mirror. Paring some cowboy boots with skinny jeans, I tucked in my sweater and added a blazer. Heather curled my hair, so it was bouncy and looked flawless. “The boots are almost too much.”

Bare shoulders, a low neckline, and even slits along the outside of her stomach and her hips, only served to punctuate what a beautiful woman she had become. I felt a stirring within a certain area of my bedclothes. Fortunately, the dress attire made for the boys in our group tended to be looser in those lower regions than for the girls – although, if anything it was even tighter in the shoulders, chest, and buttocks. Ours also had revealing slits cut across the torso and along the pelvis, and the material that formed the legs seemed just a little bit too thin, if not technically diaphanous.

I muttered and heaves a sigh. And oh, I forgot to mention I got some sexy gowns, shorts and tops too at the shopping we did earlier today. The tops and gowns were a bit revealing. Well, it's meant for just my husband and no one else, so don't judge me. I couldn't wear something indecent to board a plane so they won't see me as a slut, so I wore a black leather pants and a pink armless crop-top paired with a black leather jacket that I got on one of my trips with Ferd. When I saw this complete outfit on the doll, I couldn't take my eyes off it and Ferd didn't hesitate to buy it for me. Wearing these clothes right now reminds me of him, in fact everything I do reminds me of him.

PIPER My boots patter on the smooth paved driveway of the Theta house, as I follow behind Paisley. She’s strutting in stilettos, while I’m marching in boots. It already feels like I’ve done something wrong. Why did I ever agree to this? Scratch that. Why did I agree to wearing this outfit? The plush, white and pink romper, with bunny ears attached to the hoodie is unflattering. Of course my big boobs push at the cheap and flimsy zipper, letting it be known at least that I’m a girl. But you can’t see any of my curves. Not the way Paisley is on full display. Cheeky underwear-like bottoms, with fishnets underneath, and a deep purple corset, that pushes her boobs up high. She fusses with them tr

I looked at my outfits, trying to think what mood I felt in. Cute, sexy, bad-ass, basic, comfy? I decided for black jeans, black biker boots and a tight burgundy red spaghetti strap top. I did feel bad-ass although my boobs were definitely a bit on show. I did my hair and make up, letting my long brown hair fall down my back in soft waves and putting on light make up. I let Kenna know I was ready early and she sent me three shocked faced emojis and said she was on her way.

Chapter 2 India's POV The sweet neckline of the corset dropped a little too low for my liking, putting my cleavages on display. With a huff, I tried to drag it up but unfortunately, it is how it is. The outfit was Kelly's choice, in line with the country theme. The corset was decorated with gemstones which I paired with a pair of washed jeans that was cut at the knees to give a cool fashion vibe. I let my hair down for almost the first time in a long while so I could put on the cowboy hat.