Real Crossdressing Novels & Stories

“Please.” “You can use the theme of Angels if you are going for an ethereal look, saying crossbreeds means two things to outsiders, one you are laughing at the Folk princess.” At my words, denials rang out. “I said to outsiders not me, if I had the inkling that you mean disrespect to my future queen, let’s just say that you guys will be scraping yourselves of the floor.” “The second thing it would mean is that you want them to use their basic self as costume…”

Never worn. A gift forgotten. A thought began to spiral in my mind. Mom’s not home. She said Marcus works late every night… until ten at least. I gazed at my phone. It was only six. I had time to try it on and no one would be the wiser. Ethan, my usual hookup guy said he had a thing for men in lace, maybe I could try it and take some pictures to send. Fear slammed into me. The last time I’d cross-dressed, I’d been caught. Yet seeing those pieces, ignored and left behind—I needed to feel them against my skin. After quickly peeling off my clothes, I pulled on the panties first.

That was what I saw on my face. "It seems Valerian wouldn't be able to notice me with this, huh..." I wriggled my eyebrows at my reflection in the mirror. I even grinned, hearing my voice was feminine, so I had to clear my throat for a moment and change my tone into a masculine one. "Well, I am Dominic for now, not Dominixe." I looked astonished after seeing how handsome I looked as a woman in disguise. It was truly fascinating. With my scent being covered and my identity being changed, I was prepared to attend that secret underground gathering.