True Cross Dressing Stories Novels & Stories

Months after the funeral, and the ache between her legs still wouldn't let her sleep, she grabbed the thick dildo, its familiar weight heavy in her palm, and lay back against the pillows, her breasts rising and falling fast under her thin nightgown. "Why does it still hurt like this every damn night?" she whispered to the empty room, her voice cracking. She hiked up the gown, exposing her wide hips and the soft curve of her belly, then spread her legs wide, the cool air hit her already damp folds. "Just one time without crying after, please."

I walk into the cool premises that’s scented with candles and incense, a very huge difference with the disgusting smell of sweat and heat outside. My short black dress that shouldn’t be seen on a pastor’s wife clinging to my body like a second skin and screaming nothing but sin. The thin mesh of the material is damp with sweat from the blazing heat outside outlining my full breasts and wide hips. I intentionally ignored wearing a bra and panties, I’m here for confessions and deliverance after all and what better way to do it than without underwear. As if being told someone is in the premises, two people suddenly appear from a hidden door behind the altar. Priests to be precise. People that h

The kind that has enough layers to rival a wedding cake. “I am NOT wearing this!” I protest, waving the dress around like it’s a weapon of mass humiliation. “Oh, you think that’s bad? It’s that or this...” Zak, the traitor, holds up the worst thing I’ve ever seen—a see-through chemise. “And for the grand finale!” Jax joins in, lifting a male G-string like it’s some kind of prize. This is a new level of torment. “Okay, fine! Fine! I’ll wear the stupid dress!” I snap.

How professional is this crossdresser? Lastly, he takes out a concealer and daps some of it on that significant mole of mine under the tail of my left eyebrow. As he daps the concealer on my skin, he warns, “Never let Jamie Lee Peyton see this mole, or he’ll find out you’re Henrietta in an instance.” “Okay.” I nod at him, telling him that I am baring his words in mine. I don’t want him to find out about it either, everything can end there.

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. Shortly, a woman brushes past me, her crop top a scrap of lace that hides nothing, her hips swaying as she laughs with a man whose hands roam freely around her, requesting for a dance with her. My eyes go numb, and I snap my gaze away, only to land on a couple in a corner, pressed against the wall, they are both naked too as he is fucking her from the back while she’s in a doggy position. My face burns, and I held Melinda tighter. Melinda l

I asked upon sighting a crop top that was capable of exposing not just my belly but my cleavage. "Here, look at this." Madam Cross said, showing me a see-through gown. "oh my gosh!" I exclaimed. "Don't be shocked. Look around us. What do you find girls putting on?" She asked and I turned around only to see that she was right. Their dress wasn't just modern; it was stunning and made them shine. "I'm going to have to wear something hot inside if I'm going to use this see-through gown, right?" I asked her and she busted out laughing.

My girlfriend's male best friend had only been abroad for two weeks, but when he came back, he claimed that he was transgender. He stopped wearing underwear and openly slept in my girlfriend's bed. He used my girlfriend's razor without asking and joked that they should both shave themselves completely smoothly. He even insisted on going into the women's restroom with my girlfriend whenever they went out together. When I could not take it anymore, I confronted him and demanded to know what he was playing at. He simply rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, man. I may have been born male, but I identify as a woman. Can a man obsessed with competing against other guys stop making our friendshi

She was wearing a black lace bra, and I wanted to gag at the thought of it. Then there were the people in costumes like they had gone crazy or something. Some were wearing clown suits, others were naked, and others still were dressed in costumes that looked like medieval torture devices from the 1600s. It was only when the bulge in my trouser throbbed harder that I realized I had gotten an erection from watching all of it and from thinking of doing it to the only person in my head. Anna.

A quick glance to make sure that his best piece was under lock and key and he was ready to go. “So where are the bad guys? Who should I spank? " They left the femme du jour while she was straightening her clothes and joined her colleagues. Across the street the spectacle was still the same, only that the girl's upper body was half bared. The strap of the dress had been pushed down over the shoulder. “A peep show? Why didn't you call me earlier? " Christian was his best friend, his brother, but at that moment Dareon would have liked to build one for him. The brush-brush was lucky that his anger was mainly directed at the young Hegedunen and ... that Xandra did the work for him.

"This dress is a one-of-a-kind Itania creation, the handcrafting alone cost thirty thousand dollars. I never meant to flaunt, but what can I do when I'm married to the wealthiest man around?" She feigned a look of concern, yet her eyes sparkled with triumph. The relatives gasped in awe, while a few young girls, green with envy, reached out to touch the gown, only to be deftly sidestepped by Betty. From the doorway, I let out a soft laugh. Three years ago, when I first laid eyes on Joseph, he was a man battered by life and plagued by illness. He once caught me performing a mystical ritual and became convinced I possessed magic. He begged me to heal him.