Of Crossdressing Novels & Stories

She held his phone as if it were a goblet, thumb hovering above the screen. “She’s not even wearing anything special,” Sloane said, a curl of disbelief in her voice that tasted like acid. “It’s the smile. She never smiled like that here.” Damon’s gaze cut to her. “Careful.” “Careful?” Sloane’s lashes lifted. “Darling, I’m on your side.” She set the phone down on the coffee table, deliberately flipping the screen. “I’m simply saying: the Cross effect is doing what it does. Rebranding. Repurposing. Turning a woman who walked out of your house with nothing into a symbol the city wants to cherish.”

He wants to please her, experience Paris with her, and respect that she wishes to not be seen with him—which in itself is an unusuality that he quite likes. With a decisive but tiny smile, she disappears into the women’s room. Inside the men’s room, it’s essentially a store meets locker room. There are racks of outfits, with fine clothing ranging from casual wear to tuxedos in every size. In another area, there are racks of kink clothing, leather and latex for both the dominant and the submissive. And last but not least is the specialty clothing area for those who wish to explore a side of themselves that perhaps society and their daily lives doesn't allow them to. There, one can find costum

Something about it calls out to me and although I do not subscribe to all this, it won’t hurt to just have a fancy piece of it sitting around in my jewelry box. The next few hours consisted of us picking out dresses mostly for fun but we do plan on buying a few before the festival begins a few days from now. I honestly can’t remember the last time I played dress up like this. The times I shopped were mostly to fit whatever new persona I was trying to adopt to infiltrate a new pack. The clothes were aimed at seduction for the intention of drawing the male gazes. Other times, the main objective was battle-friendly attire for training and carrying out a serious mission.

Well, I’m sure if I had the chances I would rock her world” the creepy man continued, with a nasty smile. “That’s what I’m meant to do MR” Annie smirked. “Eww, you’re a girl miss, the man said confused. “What are you?, one of those cross dressing dyke?” He glared at my girlfriend. “No… I assume you referring to the transgender community. That’s not really nice you know” Annie said. I felt her fist clench against my body. “Whatever, same fags, all going to riot in hell. He laughed and his breath stink of alcohol and then handed me my bag.

But if that is what he wants to see me in, then why not? I take the swim wear from his hand with a smile, disappear behind the curtain and hurry to get undress. One part of me is hoping that he would come back here so we could fuck, but I guess we have to have respect for these people and their store. When done, I go to show off body and the tiny clothes that are covering my private areas. Mr Cross runs his eyes over my body with a look of approval. And I do a little twirl. "Good, let's go."

“You going to the event tomorrow?” “What event?” “It’s like Halloween. Except not on Halloween day You get to wear any costume you want, even cross-dress if you like. You can dress as a girl. I know you’ve probably been dying to dress like a girl again.” His words hung in the air longer than necessary. He wasn’t wrong. I’d always dreamed of just once...just once....wearing what I wanted, feeling like me. Not the version I had to hide behind. So why did it scare the hell out of me now?

“Stress?” I could tell from the logos and colors of the paper bags that they weren’t for men. My cousin was gay, and he was proud of it, but ever since, he never liked crossdressing. He would splurge on expensive clothes, shoes, perfume, and accessories, joking he was too gay that he wanted to pamper himself with worldly possessions. I never believed him because he would sell them at the end of the year, put the limited-edition items on auction, and the money he earned from it would be donated to his favorite charities. “You change your preference now.” My lips curved into a smile as I teased Bob when he didn’t answer.

I packed it into a neat ponytail which went all the way into a tiny doughnut style also, to make me look less feminine. My face was angled and sharpened without makeup, I was wearing the disguise of a young man who just wanted to win the Alpha duel, all straight lines and serious intent. Yet, underneath the starched collar and the weight of the wool, I knew I was still me, the lady with the long hair and a heavy heart. I stepped out of my room to see Ash and Cruz waiting for me also. Cruz. He was in a suit of a dramatically different colour, rich, deep forest green and unlike the severity of the navy, his jacket was cut with a slight flair, something that suggested a confident, almost casual

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

Max said to me. Jada walked towards us both and checked me out. She was dressed in a slutty outfit and it wasn't until she spoke that I knew she wasn't a she but a he. "Hi Eve, I'm Jada." Her masculine voice resonated through the quiet room. "Don't be scared, I'm crossdressing, don't you know that?" He asked looking at Max for back up. "Well, Eve isn't really used to all these things besides the fact that she has a gay best friend, she knows nothing about the community." Max explained saving me from the scrutinizing look that Jada gave.