Real Crossdressing Novels & Stories

Claire's POV My reflection stared back at me through the mirror. My face had been contoured and my cheekbones had been heightened, courtesy of the make-up artist, a talented male cross-dresser named Sasha. “Oh my, oh my” He exclaimed as he clasped his hands on his chest, in the manner that most effeminate men would “Claire to the world! They wouldn't know what hit them!” A plastic smile spread across my lips. He had done a good job but I wasn't interested in that. I didn't like the fact that I was being forced into doing something against my wish, but I had no choice.

"Though you will need a bigger size, it won't fit that big ass of yours." Max murmured to himself, "Going to kill Cayden slowly, painfully." "Oh! What about a teddy made of pink fabric?" Anna stated. "Don't start. I really mean it!" Max frantically glanced in all directions. "There is a reason I am here." "Really? Are you a secret cross dresser, Max?" Anna grinned. "No! You should know better than to assume that is what I am, Anna. Shouldn't you get your toenails waxed, your teeth whitened, your eyebrows shaped, or something else?"

An imaginary cold draft blew on their back adding more details to their desolate picture right now. "Oh geez! What a mess I had made for myself. I know that cross-dressing won't be easy. But I never imagine that I would have to share a room and live with five guys!" [There is nothing we can do about it now little girl. Don't worry you were all total strangers to one another so there is a low risk of being exposed...] But before Nero could even finish his piece, he saw Prince Niccoli making his way to them and he had a feeling that they would not like what will happen next.

Truth was, she had been defeated by her head that was making her crave things she wasn't supposed to crave. People outside the store seemed to be having fun as the mall was full of couples sharing drinks, kids running around, and teenagers messing with each other. Liz wished for a second she was not herself and she was some other random person running around the mall having another kind of minimal problems. By no means she thought her drama was a big deal, having two gorgeous women after she was not the problem, the problem was hurting one of them.

"A bit desperate tonight, hm?" Huffing, Adom averts his eyes. But he doesn't so much as close his legs or roll over to cover himself, his temporarily soft, come-smeared cock and puffy red hole still on open display for Alexander, so he can't be too upset. Alexander lets him pout. He takes his time undressing, even disappears to the bathroom for a few minutes wash the fake blood off, and he returns to Adom wearing nothing but the garter belt and the stockings, delicate black lace on pale skin, and those tape crosses on his chest. He's playing with himself, cock filling back out, head tilted to the side, with a come-hither look that leaves no room for doubt or insecurities.

With Rafael, I had to plaster a smile on my face, greet people I didn't ever want to know because they were either in his same line of business or were just pompous idiots who thought the world was their footstool. I'm the odd one out at this party; dressed fully in my jeans, shirt with my leather jacket tied around my waist while the females are dressed in swimsuits of different designs and the males in swim trunks. Hell, even Mr Cruz who'd been fully dressed like her just an hour ago has changed into a white linen shirt and board shorts and is busy conversing with his friend and twin sister.

Candor appeared in the doorway. Her black sandals had been replaced by red pumps, with slightly higher heels. Her black dress was now replaced by a red one, a much shorter red one. On a shorter woman, the dress might have made mid-thigh, but on Ms. Candor it was perhaps two inches below her crotch. The dress was made from scarlet stretch mesh, apart from the spaghetti straps over the shoulders and a V-shaped panel of lycra that started over her nipples and dropped down to cover her pubic area. She stretched up her arms once more and turned. The shoulder straps joined between her shoulder blades where a strip of Lycra ran down her spine to cover the crack in her buttocks, all the rest of the

Dim red lights pulse in time with the music, casting shadows that dance on the stage. And there’s a lot of naked people here. People move through the crowd, some in tight crop top dresses, both genders and others in next to nothing, shirts unbuttoned to the navel, skirts so short too and some women are with no bras, just dancing around naked while their breasts bounce with them.

Lena tells us in a very husky voice as she flashes the coat open, adding to the sexual tension. “Do you like my crotch-less pantyhose?” she asks as she flaunts her roaring erection poking out for both of us as she teases underneath it with just one finger. “I was going to wear my garter belt and stocking for you, but this is more comfortable. Though it was difficult to get over my erection. “I do, very much, a fantastic turn on,” Jerry and I answer as one. I have long fantasized about cross-dressing men dressed just like this and having them while my man watched and perhaps joined in, which is about to happen.

So, Over the next couple of years, I started cross dressing & playing with big black toys, until I just couldn't take it no more. Then I found the M4T personals on Craigslist & quickly hooked up with another Big Black Cock, who fucked my now totally broke in ass pussy. Over the next few years I hooked up with another 10 Big Black Cock's, who I dressed up all sexy for & had them just fuck my ass pussy, with some of them even cumming all up in me too.