Forced Crossdressing Story Novels & Stories

I said with a laugh. “Boss you can call me that when we are working but when we’re out you know that you should call me Nicole.” “Thanks, Nicole,” I replied. “You know I love you right?” “I’m hanging up.” He said as he hang up without even waiting for my answer. I met Nicolo in one of the towns that my aunt and I passed by. We found him almost out of life in one of the dark alleys and brought him to the place we were staying at that time. He was wearing a nice dress that was all torn up. He had a lot of bruises on his face and all over his body. I healed him and that’s when we found out that he was a girl trapped in a man’s body. He was working in one of those gay bars. He said that he had a

I didn’t want the matter to escalate to the police or become public. As I finished the dishes and came out of the dining area, the entrance door was forcefully flung open, slamming against the wall. When I saw who was standing at the door, I was rendered speechless. The person was tall, wearing a wig and a red gown that barely covered his thighs. His awkwardly worn heels and the makeup couldn’t hide the fact that he was a man, despite his pretty appearance. When did we know a cross-dresser? I blurted out, "Who are you?"

Next to it was a photograph dedicated entirely to aftercare: a submissive curled into a fetal position beneath a heavy wool blanket, a single, strong hand resting gently on the crown of their head, the fingers tangled in sweat-dampened hair. Adrian Cross had tried to tell the world that what we did was brutal and ugly. He had tried to frame us as predators and victims. But looking at these walls, looking at the agonizingly beautiful, undeniable proof of absolute trust, the tabloid’s narrative was entirely, laughably obliterated. This was not abuse. This was classical, magnificent art. "Cassie. Victor." I turned. Lena was walking toward us, parting the crowd with a newly discovered, undeniabl

“Don’t mention the kidnapping lightly. I need answers. “Why did you transfer money to the kidnappers?” Harold and Margaret’s faces drained of color. Isolde laughed. She held my arm, eyes gleaming. “Your family really knows how to scheme. “Stage a kidnapping, cash in on a life-saving favor from Cassian, and shamelessly try to make him marry your disgusting daughter!” She covered her mouth to hide her grin. “Of course, I have no problem with second marriages in general, I just have a problem with one particular person.”

Narrative POV Dai and Lia step out of the elevator with their hands roaming over their bodies, breaking the intense kiss to unlock the door as they continue their assault on each others lips. Kicking off their shoe at the living room as they make out. Dai getting impatient, picks up Lia bridal style to the bedroom.

He dragged my feet on the floor, leading me to an unknown room He kicked the door open and tossed me inside. I squinted my eyes, trying to see if I would be able to recognize the person, but it was more than impossible. The person was putting on baggy clothes, and a mask as well. He began to take my clothes off, he struggled to take off my wedding gown as it had a tight zipper While all this was happening, I kept seeing things in a blurry vision, before I finally passed out completely. Mr Fred's POV

Father of the fucking year, Cross. Palms sweaty, I dial her cell and ease off the shelf, hoping to hell that her phone isn’t dead as I make my way to the door. She picks on the first ring. “Jesus Christ, Cassian, I’ve been trying to reach you!” “I’m sorry. I—” “Did you see the news? They’re saying that you kidnapped Nina!” “And what are YOU saying?” I hear her scoff. “You don’t need to kidnap anyone to make them fall in love with you. You’re a Cross. It’s kind of a special skill with your bloodline.”

"She wouldn't have wanted this." Something shifted behind the mask. "She wanted me," he said. "The Goddess took her. I am taking her back." "Through me." "You are her," he said simply. "Her blood. Her face. Her power. The Goddess gave her a second chance and I am—" "I am not her," I said. "I am Remi Olandria Cross from Riverside Pack and I crashed a wedding and accidentally killed someone and got dragged into a marriage and fell in love with a man I was supposed to hate." I looked at him. "That's who I am. Not your second chance. Not your ritual. Me."

he offered turning me around in an attempt to unzip my dress and I turned back to face him again "What do you think you are doing?" I asked him alarmed "I’ll close my eyes if that's your problem" he said trying to persuade me but I moved away stepping on the clothe again and missing a step I was about falling again when he held me and pulled me to him hissing. His hands flung over my neck immediately without negotiation and started to loosen the thin ropes that were designed in a cross style before the zipper which started at the middle of my back to just a little lower than my butts. I held his wrist around my neck in surprise as she started what I never permitted him to do

At this moment, Alex walked out after dispelling the spell formation. After asking around, everyone did not have any men’s clothes. The corpses on the ground had them, but all of them were smeared with blood. Alex did not want to wear those clothes either. In the end, Juliette took out a long dress. “Do you want this? I only have this.” ‘Cross-dressing?’ Alex forced a smile and accepted it. ‘A cross-dress is more powerful than a king’s new outfit!’ After wearing the long dress, he really looked a little coy.