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.

“I swear, I didn’t know. It hurts that you’d accuse me like this.” “You led them once. I wouldn’t be shocked if you’re doing it again,” I shot back, ducking a swing and tackling him to the ground. “What deal did you make with your father to get back into society?” Cross gave a bitter laugh, even as we wrestled in the dirt. “So that’s what you think? That I made some shady deal? That I came crawling back with blood on my hands?” We rolled across the dirt again before I pinned him down hard, my hand pressing against his chest, holding him in place. His breathing was uneven.

I was at a loss. Before I transmigrated into this book, I had read the original story. Caleb’s official love interest had been a girl with a slim waist, full chest, and a perky butt. She had delicate skin and heightened sensitivity. Her body could instantly heal, no matter how badly she was hurt. My task was to keep their storyline on track instead of derailing it! I was about to lose my mind. “Tell me, what are you hesitating about?”

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mature and intense themes: forced proximity, emotional struggle, possession, obsession and situations that some readers may find disturbing. The story narrative explores complex dynamics of power and non consensual scenes in fictional settings. Characters evolve and experience significant growth and transformation. Readers discretion is strictly advised. *** ~She was his collateral, held against her will. He was her captor, his obsession. From enemies to lovers, neither would walk away unchanged.~

I spent three consecutive months camping out at the law school library, pretending like I was just passing by so I could accompany him during his late-night studies. On a stormy night when I heard he had a fever, I climbed over the dormitory wall to buy him medicine and ended up fracturing my right hand. When he asked about it, I just smiled and said I wanted to test the human body's resistance to pressure. Victor knew exactly how I fractured my hand, but he quietly listened to my lies. That was also the day he agreed to be my boyfriend. After we got together, he gave me a moon bracelet in return, saying we were made for each other. He also gave up his habit of late-night studying to stop me

She staggered several steps backward and tumbled straight into the pond. "Ah—help! Lucas!" Queenie spluttered and struggled in the water, but she was wearing a gauzy dress. Once soaked, the fabric dragged her down like chains. Lucas had never expected anyone to make a move on his territory. His face turned livid as he ordered people to pull her out. But Grandpa gave him no chance. The bodyguards kicked the servants who tried to rescue her straight into the pond as well. At the same time, they seized Lucas and forced him down in front of Grandpa.

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.

Colliding into a wall, I glanced up, locking eyes with one of James's warriors. He attempted to catch me, but I aimed a blow at his stomach, then struggled to escape him, only for him to grab hold of a layer of my dress. He gripped it tightly, his groan of discomfort fueling my determination. I fought with him, resulting in the dress tearing and half my panties exposed, accidentally enhancing my pace. Glancing over my shoulder, I spotted a group of warriors in pursuit, led by Carter's determined figure.

"Yes, a pig, Joan. He will be your stuntman." "But it's… a pig." He chuckled at the look that she was giving the pig. "Not for long." *snap* And with another snap of his fingers, the pig changed to an identical copy of Joan. The just transmuted pig was looking around, and with another snap of fingers, its eyes dulled a little and it went still. The 'new' Joan then went near the wall and layed down. The manacles slithered to 'her' feet and snapped in place. And then it went to sleep. Joan was watching all of that with a shocked expression on her face. She had just seen a pig appearing out of nowhere. Then it, the same pig, changed it's body to an identical copy of her own. Same clothes, same

Another wolf said without being rude after looking at him from head to toe. “Ahm, I get that a lot but no. I just wear this way for a reason.” Vladimir cleared them which made the two wolves to looked at each other. “That’s…” they were about to say something but Vladimir smiled at them. When he saw his smile, the two patrolling wolf men suddenly jolted and started to feel shy all of the sudden. They were blushing because Vladimir indeed looked like a beautiful goddess and he was not using his vampire abilities at all. “I know weird for a man to wear girls’ clothing but I crossdress for reason so please, can I speak to your alpha about allowing me to stay here?” Vladimir genuinely smiled at t