Forced Crossdressing Novels & Stories

"At first, I was just a fangirl. I didn't dare to think more. I would crossdress and sneak out of the house. I started with the karting and then moved on to the racing cars. Somehow, those feelings of fangirling turned into something more. I didn't know what it was." I paused to breath, "I never had the intention to meet him but one night, our paths crossed and he found me. Although I was cross dressing, he recognised that I was a girl." I smiled as I reminisced about the moment, "Well, thanks to his reputation as a player.' Henry groaned at my comment. Well, anyone would have.

"Is it not enough that you're strong, resilient, kind despite how they've treated you?" I blushed, unused to compliments. "I'm none of those things." "You are," he insisted. "I've watched you endure their cruelty without becoming cruel yourself. That takes a strength few possess." I turned away, overwhelmed by his words and by the gifts spread across the bed. My fingers trailed over another dress, this one a soft blue rather than white. "That one's not for the wedding," Cross explained. "But I thought you might like it for other occasions." I picked it up, holding it against me. The fabric was softer than anything I'd ever worn. "It's beautiful."

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And

Two officers reacted instantly, tackling him to the ground. "Let me go! You can't arrest me!" Rose struggled, still shouting. "I didn't break the law! I just… I identify as a woman! I can be mentally pregnant if I want! It was her! Stella's keyboard! It made me mentally miscarry! You should be arresting her!" The officers actually laughed at that. "Mentally pregnant? A mental miscarriage?" An older officer stepped forward and crouched down in front of him. "You can save that story for the judge. Cross-dressing while faking a pregnancy, forging medical records, scamming company benefits, and falsely accusing a coworker. You've got more than one charge coming your way."

“Don’t grovel. Don’t pitch. Just listen to what he wants and act like you belong there. I do belong there. Then act like it. He hung up. Practiced his opening line in the mirror. Mr. Cross, it’s an honor. No too desperate. Dominic, I’ve been looking forward to this. Too casual. Mr. Cross, I believe we can be of mutual benefit. His hands were still shaking. He picked up the black envelope one more time. Ran his thumb over the wax seal. Felt the weight of it, the authority, the promise. This was the night everything changed. Sophia stared at her reflection and did not recognize the woman staring back. The dress was black. Backless, floor length, with a slit that climbed her left thigh like a d

The truth we’d have to keep hidden. I turned onto my back, staring at the ceiling. I’d crossed the line tonight. And once you crossed, there was no going back. The only question left was whether Ava and I were strong enough to survive whatever came next.

she gestured at me wildly “...this is illegal. How can one person be both hot and beautiful?!” “Well, as you can see,” Sebastian slung an arm over my shoulder, “with our Noah, anything’s possible.” “For once, I agree with you,” Penny said dramatically. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture before I could react. “Hey! What are you...” I started. “This,” she said, shoving the phone in my face. My mouth dropped open. She had just posted the picture on our trip platform with the caption: Cross-dressing is the latest trend.

I can literally feel it messing with my head already. “What’s the deal with you?” I snap. “Are you a girl trapped in a boy’s body, or a transvestite, or, I don’t know, a transsexual?” He chuckles. “Oh sweetie, it’s all just one big fucked up mess to you, right? Don’t worry, I’m not trapped anywhere. It’s just ‘Fake Drug’ used to be some serious gender-benders themselves. Have you heard their lyrics? And the front man used to perform in dresses sometimes when they were younger, and he was smoking h-o-t in them. Rest assured, I won’t be the only cross-dresser in the crowd.”

She asked and Hazel looked at her from her head to her toes before answering her. “Of course Eros , we can see you . Just because you can dress up this nicely as a woman doesn’t mean you will magically become invisible “ said Hazel, still talking in the look, I was also too stunned to speak because this person looks so beautiful and I didn’t know that a Man can make up to look like a woman so perfectly. “It’s not possible , how can you see me ?” Asked Eros , even his voice was feminine “Of course we can see you Eros , is this crosss dressing prank of yours a plan to make us laugh or to uplift the gloomy mood yesterday's drama left ?” I asked and Eros eyes squinted with curiosity

She could obviously smell I was a wolf. Heather stepped back from the rack of dresses, narrowing her eyes at the woman. "Ah, I didn't realize this establishment was run by specists." "I am not a specist. I just prefer Supes to model our dresses." She sneered, crossing her arms. "I am doing this–charity work–as a favor to Alpha Cross." "Yeah, no thanks." Heather grabbed my arm. "We will go elsewhere." We headed to the door and I flung a rude hand gesture at the woman. I might've been human, but I was Were now. She had no right to be such an asshole.