Forced Crossdressing Novels & Stories

It had crisscross ties up both sides, giving peek-a-boos of the flawless skin beneath. She wore the teddy with long black stockings and black panties with the same crisscross pattern. As a last bit of defiance before sliding into her black heels and pulling on a robe, she sprayed herself with Roja Dove, a heady perfume that was the opposite of everything Adam wanted in a woman.

"And now I'm worried about how you know this information." "What you don't know about my past won't hurt you." Mary flipped a hand through the air. "So, let me tell you. Blackmailing someone means they need to be in situations that they’re embarrassed about. If the pictures with him looking like a drunk won’t work, this bra will.” Mary’s grin widened. “We’ll make it look like he wears women’s delicate underwear.” “Absolutely not!” Nicole’s voice rose before she realized she needed to whisper. She scowled at her friend and lowered her voice again. “You have a warped mind, Mary. I don't want the tabloids to think he is a cross-dresser or something.”

he says and proceed to touch my bra but I quickly grab his hand again. "No! I'll do it myself!" "I want to help!" He says stubbornly. "And remember, you agreed to obey me and listen to everything I say." I leave a sigh, deciding to let him do whatever he wants. I turn my head side ways and look away as he places one of the pads inside the bra with a satisfied smirk on his face. Thankfully he doesn't touch my nipples or anything. He does the same thing with the other pad and looks at my chest with a contented look once he finishes his task. I guess he is just too amused with this whole cross dressing thing.

SYNOPSIS : At Blackthorne, everyone knows the rules…Know your place, don't offend the wrong person and whatever you do….do not dare challenge Zane Calloway. Amelia Carter accidentally breaks the last one. When she steps into a crowd gathered around Zane and tells him to let another student go, the entire hallway goes quiet. Zane looks at her as if she has just handed him a new game. By the next morning, Amelia's face is on everyone's phones…The scholarship student who works alongside her mother at their laundry business is suddenly Laundry Girl, and Blackthorne's wealthy students have found a new source of entertainment. Serena Calloway makes sure Amelia learns exactly what happens w

she informed. “Now that’s a name fitting for her,” I commented to him. “Shut up,” he told me. “Why Ava?” he asked her. She seemed unsure about answering. “You’re going to think I’m insane.” That piqued both our interest. “What do you mean?” “I go by Ava, but the name Autumn is in my head. I don’t know if anyone’s ever called me by that name before. I just sort of adopted it, together with the last name Cross,” she explained.

I stood there and let him do that to appreciate the beauty in front of him. I'm not vain, but I know I'm pretty. I'd been told that by different men, and I had seen my reflection in the mirror. With long curly ginger hair and black eyes, which I was told were seductive as hell, and an hourglass figure, I could pass for a woman if I wanted to cross-dress, not like I would ever do that. No offence to cross-dressers, but I have never been comfortable in a gown or skirt. I tried it out once and knew it wasn't my cup of tea.

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.

They could only be present for cheering on the racers, which was why I have to cross-dress. As soon as the clock struck 12, I got up and tiptoed towards Krystal’s room. Only after I was sure that she was fast asleep did I go back to my room. I removed a small suitcase that hadn’t been opened in a long time from the closet. Inside were some male clothes I had purchased years ago. I took out black pants and paired it with a black tee. Because I have a curvy bust, I needed to wrap it with three to four layers over to make it appear flat.

“Since we are going to get you panties and stockings, I think we’re going to get some bras too, and some wobbly-bobbly silicone breast pads.” After paying for the clothes we fitted at the counter, we left the shop and went to the lingerie department. Victor dragged me all around the store choosing sets and sets of bras and panties, and eye fitting them on me right in front of all the ladies. Believe it or not, even if I agreed to do this crossdressing thing, I was still capable of feeling embarrassed. Really. Victor picked a few sets of them with laces he liked, which match with the clothes we bought earlier. He pulled me to the fitting room and I tried everything on again.

Claire's POV My reflection stared back at me through the mirror. My face had been contoured and my cheekbones had been heightened, courtesy of the make-up artist, a talented male cross-dresser named Sasha. “Oh my, oh my” He exclaimed as he clasped his hands on his chest, in the manner that most effeminate men would “Claire to the world! They wouldn't know what hit them!” A plastic smile spread across my lips. He had done a good job but I wasn't interested in that. I didn't like the fact that I was being forced into doing something against my wish, but I had no choice.