Forced Crossdressing Story Novels & Stories

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.

she said with a slight grin and she continued. Kimberly’s eyes gleamed as she began her tale. “I grew up with two brothers,” she said dreamily. “They were warriors. Strong, fearless, fighting to protect our pack. Every day I watched them train, march off to battles while I was left behind. I wanted to be like them. I wanted to prove I was just as strong.” She paused, in between smiles and I wondered where her story was leading to. “So one day, I disguised myself as a man. I cut my hair, bound my chest, and joined them in war. I thought I could fight like they did. But the enemy was ruthless. I was almost killed.” She said lowly, as if reliving the moment.

They look at our bodies. A man in a leather hood approaches us. He’s holding a crop. He gestures to a vacant St. Andrew’s cross against the far wall. He looks at me. Then at Alex. A silent question. Alex nods. "She's yours for the warm-up." My stomach drops, then flips with that familiar, sick thrill. The hooded Dom leads me to the cross. I turn my back to the room. He straps my wrists to the upper beams. He spreads my legs and straps my ankles.

She had taken off her dress, and was now standing in a red lace lingerie. The bound men looked at themselves, then back at her. They had seen the huge bulge in the front of her pants. ‘She was transgender the whole time?’ They communicated telepathically. “Oh yes! I know you've all seen it. I'm a solid six inches. Proudly.” Anna smirked and lashed the whip in the air and it produced a loud sound that made the bound men's heart gallop thrice as fast. The men and women she invited in, took their bound partners—a guy and a lady to one bound man.

It would give her time to prepare her story. As Cressida walked, she decided it would be best to look like a victim. She tore her clothes and rubbed dirt on herself. She even used a sharp rock to make a few cuts and scratches so it looked like she'd been attacked. By the time she reached the edge of the pack lands, she was barely recognizable. As the sun began to rise, Cressida ran through the forest screaming, looking behind her. She heard the wolves around her, but they thought she was human, so they stayed away. A large man walked toward her, and she stopped cowering on the ground as though she was scared.

I'd do something similar to Cassandra. You've inspired me for this madness, Cassie. I hate you. "U-um... what's your name, dear?" I ask the Korean-looking woman. She was amongst the crew. If an opportunity arises, I was going to steal her uniform too. My consciousness starts guilt-tripping me while I tried to pull the clothes away from her reach. I was so, so becoming good at this. Biting my lip while I held the most trivial of conversations with her, I quickly hide her stolen uniform behind myself, under my jacket, and start making a run for my life.

She opened a blank document. She didn't think about the investors. She didn't think about Vanessa. She thought about the girl who had sat in an attic in Paris, stitching her rage into wool. She began to type. To the Women Who Wear the Armor: Yesterday, you heard a story. A story about a runaway bride, a secret son, and a redemption. It was a beautiful story. And it was true. But it wasn't the whole truth. Liam Cross stood up for me. He called me brave. He called me a survivor. And for the first time in five years, I let someone else hold the shield.

Emma Rosy snorted, looked at the man stubbornly. "What else did Alex Brown ask you to do?" "Alex Brown told me what to do to you." The man looked at Emma Rosy and closed his eyes. He was a little scared, but thinking of the huge reward, he reached out and tore off Emma Rosy's clothes and kicked her in the lower abdomen. Emma Rosy suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the man's movements. Thinking of the child in her belly, Emma Rosy wanted to reveal her true identity, "Let me go, or..." The door of the claustrophobic interrogation room was opened.

"Which one, Reina?" Alessia held up two sky-blue dresses for me to wear for my first meeting with the Hollis family. I thought about Maxine's offer and came to the conclusion that there was no difference between his promises and those of Hollis. But something inside of me just wanted to do this one good for a kind, gentle man, a kind-looking, dangerous mafia man rather. Before now, I wouldn't have cared about what I wore, but now, I did. "What do you think, Alessia?" I asked.

The air still smelled faintly of old books and the cedar sachets their mother used to tuck into drawers. Nathan closed the door. Cole turned the lock. Isabel stood between the two beds and let the cardigan fall. This time they undressed each other first. She watched as identical bodies were revealed—same broad shoulders, same lean muscle, same dark trail of hair leading down. When they were both naked the resemblance became almost unbearable. Only the scar and the ring remained as proof that the universe had not simply doubled one man.