Forced Crossdressing Novels & Stories

By evening, I was too restless to go home, so I gathered a few files and decided to find a café where I could lose myself in work. As I passed Central Park, my thoughts returned to him, circling the same question again and again, what if I had spoken up sooner? What if I had not waited for the perfect moment that never came? Then something in a nearby shop window caught my attention. A sign read: EXPLORE YOUR INNER ESSENCE: TOTAL TRANSFORMATION STUDIO Beneath it, in smaller print: Professional services for cross-dressing, gender expression, and personal transformation. I stared at the display. Two mannequins stood side by side, one dressed in a sharp suit, the other in a flowing gown. Their

“Now, Mr. Willis, unless your plan was to ravage me and leave, I’d say you’re overdressed.” After easing out of his jacket, Trevor reaches for the buttons on the front of my dress and begins to slowly unbutton each one, opening the front to my bra. “We’re both overdressed because ravaging you was only the beginning.” “There’s more?” I ask with a smirk. “My lady, the night is young.”

Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door. Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.

Adam definitely has other uses, though, and I plan to take advantage of them. My body is slick with sweat. I walk to the controls of the cross and loosen the turn wheels that allow me to lower the cross horizontally. Raul helps and the well-oiled joints glide smoothly into place. I walk around so I'm at the head of the cross and I slide my skirt up past my hips. I don't look at the crowd because right now it's all about what Adam's about to do for me. There's a bar positioned above Adam and I grab it, turn around, and sink down so Adam knows exactly what I want. "Lick me. Slowly. Clean my pussy."

For three years, I used my family's mob ties and my own money to pave the way for Declan's crew. He was the boy I survived the streets with as a kid. But at this month's sit-down, his newly hired secretary, Roxy, tossed my casino ledgers and club records onto the table in front of all the guys. She accused me of skimming profits and slacking off. "These underground banks, these smuggling docks," she read the numbers out loud, her voice full of fake outrage. "Every time she bribes someone, she skims thousands of dollars! She's lining her own pockets." "I say the Boss strips her of her club manager title right now to save our cash flow." I glanced at Declan, the boss of the crew. He knew

One thing that has confirm the man's identity is the crown hanging on the left column of the bed. "I know crossbreeds has no home they belong to. If you agree..." "Crossbreeds are strong. You people fear me--"Aria made argue hoping to lift up one steel of her prison cell. "Hmm-mm...Yes, yes, yes! But-" The man stands up and went to her again. He raised her chin using his index finger tip and whisper, "Can you defeat an outlaw King?"

It could be seen that she had successfully disguised herself as a man, deeply ingrained the image in people’s minds. The driver and the bodyguard both breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Mr. Hayden was clearly a man. Now, due to being in a same-sex relationship with Mr. Kevin, he cross-dressed for his sake. This was just a bit of romantic playfulness between couples. They could not bear to watch, but they had to. If someone said their boss was originally a woman, would that not imply they were all blind?

He was handsome as a man and stunning as a woman. Wide-eyed, Jasmine gazed at Larissa for a moment. She took a deep breath and sincerely said, "Larry, you look beautiful even in women's clothing!" So, it was just cross-dressing? This showed that Larry was unconventional, carefree, and had character. It was totally fine for him to cross-dress! Larissa was puzzled. "Huh?" She was no longer deliberately imitating a male voice but spoke in her original voice. Jasmine was stunned when she heard Larissa speak.

Unbeknownst to them, I was a man, hiding under the pretense of a lady, a crossdresser and proud of it. I pull off my blonde wig and let the fake lashes fall off my eyelids. As the fake strands fall away, I'm left with my natural auburn hair, wild from the hours of dancing. I let my hand slid into my hair, feeling its crispy nature on my smooth palm. I place the blonde wig back to its place on my head, admiring my looks as I stared into the mirror. There was something exhilarating about last night. Some of the men looked like they could tear me apart, and then, there was him. I close my eyes, the memory of him hitting me like a whirlwind.

I wore it properly and went to the mirror-like wall of the house to have a view of myself. I was used to dressing this way, I was in a black tank top, a jeans trouser that ended just above my knee, a big and black leather jacket was worn on my body like it ought to. It was long enough to reach my boots and I wrapped a black scarf with white polka dots on it around my waist. I looked like the demoness or villain of a movie which I genuinely appreciated. Words, how powerful they are. Just one word was able to break a strongly bonded relationship.