Of Crossdressing Novels & Stories

Two officers reacted instantly, tackling him to the ground. "Let me go! You can't arrest me!" Rose struggled, still shouting. "I didn't break the law! I just… I identify as a woman! I can be mentally pregnant if I want! It was her! Stella's keyboard! It made me mentally miscarry! You should be arresting her!" The officers actually laughed at that. "Mentally pregnant? A mental miscarriage?" An older officer stepped forward and crouched down in front of him. "You can save that story for the judge. Cross-dressing while faking a pregnancy, forging medical records, scamming company benefits, and falsely accusing a coworker. You've got more than one charge coming your way."

The magazine was all about me. She facepalmed at the idea, now that she's already trending... her father would have a lead about her since her father loves to look at the magazine. She's really doomed. Why does this crossdressing of her became trending? There's nothing worth trending for, for just crossdressing. "You look hot in different outfit. It's like I'm seeing a new side of you."Yvrozz was grinning while looking at her.

In an instance, a group of girls were eyeing him from afar, and he winked naughtily at them, making them squeal. "Well, apparently they made a crossdressing cafe." Adam spilled. "Wow for real, man?" Taylor spoke in shock, his face twisted into a grimace. "Yeah, but they're not crossdressing and all, just wearing wig and some feminine looking outfits. Not that frilly maid outfit like the ones in the comic, yuck." Adam scoffed. The three of them then guffawed. Not long after that, they reached the cafe. The line was very long that they have to separate it into two lines.

I'd need the confidence boost that comes from realizing that what's hiding beneath my clothes has the potential to bring him to his knees. Would, in the long run, bring him down to his knees. In addition to using my new credit card for the first time, I also went shopping for additional work attire. My college-girl-playing-dress-up outfits were starting to make me feel insecure because I was constantly surrounded by people wearing designer clothing. I wanted Ryder to recognize me for the woman that I was, not the college student that I had been in the past.

It’s definitely better than being homeschooled: waking up, binge-watching N*****x, waiting for the teacher to show up, learning for maybe an hour, eating, then going to bed. That’s freaking boring. Okay, enough about that. I’m in a crisis. Someone help me—anybody! I sighed in disappointment as I stared at my wardrobe. It’s not like I don’t have clothes to wear to school—I do. In fact, I have too many, and that’s the problem. I never imagined owning fancy, expensive clothes would become an issue. I don’t even know what to wear or how to disguise myself. Everything is just too convincing. I ruffled my hair in frustration.

I relished the cool touch of the fabric against my skin as I slipped into its embrace, feeling a semblance of comfort in its ethereal embrace. In that moment, I understood the transformative power of clothing—the ability to cloak oneself in a semblance of strength and poise, even when the soul quivered with uncertainty. The act of dressing became a ritual, a manifestation of my determination to navigate the intricate web of power and intrigue that awaited me beyond my chamber walls.

Eloise’s step slowed and a frown crossed her face. “Did you just say you’re helping Cross train for the tournament?” Disbelief was evident in her tone. “Do you mean the Cross Slade we all know or some other Cross?” “Uhm… well, that’s not what I meant…” “But that’s what we heard you say.” Eloise turned her head to glance at me. “Right, Calantha?” I nodded. Nyx getting close to Cross was the last thing on my bucket list. Nyx dragged in a deep breath. “There’s not just one person who’s called Cross, is there? There are literally a thousand more ‘Crosses’ out there.”

Three impeccably dressed ladies walk in… and then a fourth person, a tall, dark skin, stunning cross-dresser with flawless makeup, glossy lips, and nails so long they could slice through fabric. Behind them, I glimpse three long luggages, pulling in through the door. They all move toward me in perfect, synchronized steps, almost like a runway walk. Then they bow. “Greetings, my lady,” they say in unison. The cross-dresser steps forward, hands clasped dramatically beneath his chin. “The Royal Household sent me to correct your wardrobe,” he announces proudly. Then his eyes widen as he takes me in. “Oh my God… you are so much more gorgeous in real life than in the pictures.”

“Since we are going to get you panties and stockings, I think we’re going to get some bras too, and some wobbly-bobbly silicone breast pads.” After paying for the clothes we fitted at the counter, we left the shop and went to the lingerie department. Victor dragged me all around the store choosing sets and sets of bras and panties, and eye fitting them on me right in front of all the ladies. Believe it or not, even if I agreed to do this crossdressing thing, I was still capable of feeling embarrassed. Really. Victor picked a few sets of them with laces he liked, which match with the clothes we bought earlier. He pulled me to the fitting room and I tried everything on again.

"You want me to treat you?" Audrey looked at her with bizarre expression. [What could this girl be thinking of? If you want to eat, use your own money. How can one's skin be so thick? TSK!] Audrey was getting pissed off this time, for real. If not because of Niccoli starting a dare to provoke her, she would never agree to this task in the first place. She was afraid that her dorm mates will start to doubt her cross-dressing disguise if she will continue avoiding a beautiful lady. So left with no choice, she pretended to be a gentleman and accepted Nika's request.