Man Forced To Wear Dress Novels & Stories

I reached too, but froze when I saw what they were. Bikinis. Thin, glittering scraps that looked more suited for a strip club stage than actual clothing. My breath hitched. “No. No, I can’t—” “Change!” the scarred man snapped. The other girls obeyed, heads bowed. Fabric slipped, bras unhooked, bare skin exposed under the unblinking stare of the guards. My heart pounded so loud it drowned the room. I shook my head. “Please. Don’t make—” The man snarled. “Dress, or I’ll strip you myself.”

The woman said to one of the men, throwing a small pink dress at him, and before my eyes, the two of them forced a struggling Lydia into the piece of clothing that stopped just below her butt. "Remove her bra. It's ruining the whole look" She added and by the time the men were done, the woman walked up to Lydia and ran a hand through her hair before nodding. "Next." She said and they dragged Tracy who was kicking and screaming as they undressed her and forced her into a neon green dress that might have as well been a string of clothes that had been sewn together given how revealing it was. When it was my turn and I was released, I didn't bother to fight. I had learned enough from struggling

She had no choice but to wear them or else she would walk naked. “If my parents saw me like this, they would probably lock me in my room. Oh lord, please forgive me for being a bad daughter,” she murmured, and she tried to pull the dress she was wearing to get longer. She’s wearing a red tube dress. Moneca made her wear this. “Stop pulling it down, it will not be going to get longer, you will just end up tearing it. Remember you must act like a real adult woman since we're here in Manila and not in the province anymore or else they will make fun of you,” Trina told her.

She turned to leave. "Wait," I said quickly, grabbing the dress and holding it up. My stomach dropped so fast I thought I'd be sick. The neckline plunged almost to the navel. The sides were held together with thin leather straps that would leave most of my skin exposed, bare for everyone to see. "I can't wear this." "You will," the maid said, looking back at me with something cruel flickering in her eyes, something that enjoyed my fear. "Unless you'd prefer to disobey the Alpha. I'm sure he'd be happy to dress you himself."

My chest was already aching due to his decisive grasp. "I'm desperate to make love to you, stop wearing so sexy dresses in front of people. This dress shows off your cleavage. I don't like it. You are not allowed to wear dresses which show off your body, it's all reserved for me, only and only Abeer Raichand," He warned me whimpering in my ears. It was a deadline for me. I gulped tough. He unwrapped his arms and lifting me, doing some movements. "Abeer... I'm..." I stopped when I felt a soft material around me. He made me wear his shirt.

This was my fate. "You'll be given new dresses to wear, matching the color of your hair. You'll do as you're told, or you'll be killed. Run, and you'll be killed. Just sit still and look pretty," the guard snickered, joined by others in laughter. They handed us what appeared to be dresses, but they were made of a small material that exposed parts of our bodies. I covered my shoulders with my hands as they leered at us with hungry and lustful gazes. When we had changed, they opened the cells.

Ryker said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. My disgust was impossible to hide. “Why are they supposed to wear that? Can't they wear something they're comfortable in? Why should they be forced to wear what they are SUPPOSED to wear?” I demanded, the words spilling out of me. He just rolled his eyes, as if I’d asked the most ridiculous question. “They dress like that so they are always at the disposal of my men. They prefer to wear this because it helps them entice them. Does that clear up your question?” he said dismissively.

He was just a lowly coward. And I was done being scared of him. I changed into the uniform slaves are required to wear. It was a soft flower dress which had a v cut to show cleavage. It was short and it clung to my skin, showing all my curves and my nipples. In my two years of being a slave I have never worn it, but since my first uniform was now shredded, I had to wear this. Slaves were mostly for sex, that's why the uniform was like this. I hated it, but I had no choice.

"Did you start defying my orders? " "No, sir, can I help you?" I said approaching him who was angry. His face was very scary, and he watched me closely. Dorothy moved, and there was nothing wrong with me because I wore Elif's maid's clothes. I can't possibly dare to ask for my clothes from him. "You did ask me to serve you, but in the usual clothes you were wearing. Wear make-up as usual you teased all the men around you. You understand?" "Yes,"

The ridiculously-expensive black dress Noah had bought me. "One more thing." she said, voice sharp enough to cut glass, "Pets don't wear clothes like that. Take off her dress!" I didn't even have time to answer. The young maid grabbed my arm. Fidelia clutched the fabric at my back. "No, don't touch me!" I shouted. My protest was useless. The seams tore under their grip, the cold air hitting my skin before I could twist away. They didn't stop until I was standing in nothing but my underwear, the dress crumpled in one maid's fist. Then, without asking, they shoved me into a faded gray uniform that smelled faintly of bleach and dust.