Forced Crossdressing Novels & Stories

At this moment, Alex walked out after dispelling the spell formation. After asking around, everyone did not have any men’s clothes. The corpses on the ground had them, but all of them were smeared with blood. Alex did not want to wear those clothes either. In the end, Juliette took out a long dress. “Do you want this? I only have this.” ‘Cross-dressing?’ Alex forced a smile and accepted it. ‘A cross-dress is more powerful than a king’s new outfit!’ After wearing the long dress, he really looked a little coy.

It is not like he will be around much longer, as I have already unintentionally bridged him to his mate. That is correct, I make bridges. These are spiritual and magical bridges for others to cross to that which they sometimes want, need, or desire. I only found out a few weeks ago that I have this ability. Prior to that, I had thought I was cursed. You see, every time I get involved with someone, they find the woman they end up with. They break it off with me. Oftentimes, they just ghost me. It is rude and pathetic, but most people lack bravery and basic decency.

Abe’s only contribution was, ‘Enjoy yourselves now, but it isn’t going to happen. Cath ignored him and rubbed his face. ‘It’s smooth, but his hair is so dark on the white skin.’ ‘Let’s black him up.’ ‘It will have to be a long-sleeved dress and thick tights.’ Mave disappeared to the bathroom and came back with some waxing strips, waxing honey and a wax warmer. Things had reached farcical. I had to intervene. ‘Let’s try something else. I’m looking at some cross-dressing advice online. There is one picture here of a very hairy man in a short-sleeved, short dress, hair everywhere, bushes poking from under his décolleté.

My legs were so sore, and it hurt like hell. I didn't have any regrets earlier, but now, regret was slowly eating me up. I hadn’t just cheated on my boyfriend—I’d also betrayed my best friend! Not to mention he was… my stepbrother… The line was blurred—in fact, more than blurred, the line was trashed! No. I had to get out of here. I stood to my feet, and tried to drag my legs to where my dress lay. And once I was there, I picked it up. I froze in place as something fell from my dress, making a clattering sound.

He said his girl friend hadn't worn her set yet and it was nice to see it on someone and asked me to take off my t shirt which I did. I was trembling nervously. I have cross-dressed for years and no one has ever seen me dressed. He asked if he could touch the satin and I anxiously said yes and my cock began to swell. he placed one hand on my back and slid it up and down and in circles and said "I love the feel and look of satin, it drives me wild." He hand slid down to my butt cheeks and I shivered. Then he reached over with his other hand and slid it across my stomach and up my chest and used to fingers to tease my nipples. I almost melted. By now, my cock was pushing the tap panties straig

"Fine. But I play to win." Cross's smirk grew as he allowed himself to be pulled closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "Oh, cara," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark promise. "You're going to lose so beautifully." With a sudden burst of strength, I pushed him onto the bed, sending him sprawling back onto the mattress. He looked up at me, surprise flitting across his features, before his eyes lit up with excitement. He was enjoying this, enjoying watching me lose control. I reached behind me, my fingers fumbling with the clasp of my bra, desperate to show him that I was in charge now. With a final tug, the garment fell away, my breasts bouncing free. The cool air of the room kissed my s

I cringed, wishing I had spared a moment to select a proper underwear before leaving the house. But looking back at Cross’s face, he didn’t seem to mind. His gaze intensified, like stormy dark clouds. “That’s not enough, little one.” He said, his eyes never leaving my body for a moment. “Take off everything.” I hesitated only for a brief second before obeying with shaky hands. I stripped down before his unwavering gaze, left in nothing. My bare breasts and clean shaven pussy stared back at him. I suddenly felt self conscious. What the hell was I even doing? This wasn’t me. What the hell was I thinking stripping naked in front of a guy, begging to be fucked?

They walked towards another door, a red one this time. This was smaller than the other but activities were still as intense. Cassie watched in awe, her mouth open like a dog in a slaughter house. In the center, a raised platform served as the focal point. Spotlights bathed it in harsh white light, illuminating a scene that made Cassie's breath catch. A muscular man, his face obscured by a wolf mask with glowing amber eyes, stood over a bound submissive. She was strapped to a St. Andrew's cross, her limbs spread wide, chains rattling softly with each tremble. Her mask was a delicate butterfly design, iridescent wings framing her flushed cheeks. The dominant cracked a bullwhip in the air, the