Sexy crossdress fiction L

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L-L-L-Lucinda! ‘ he shouted into the mirror triumphantly before raising his hand to his
mouth on realisation that nothing had happened. He could see Brie behind his reflection
sighing in exaggerated mock exasperation. His ex appeared to be enjoying this just as
much as was hating it.

It’s funny… ‘ she giggled, ‘…and not just in a ‘I turned my pathetic ex-boyfriend into a
bitch trussed up in latex’ kinda way. It’s funny… ‘ she began again, ‘…because it was your
inability to say another four letter word beginning with ‘l.‘ that broke us up in the first
place! I loved you Luke! Do you know that? I freaking loved you! Nothing compared to
how you made me feel..not even my powers. Speaking of which…how are they making
you feel now?‘ Luke squirmed at hearing the question, buckling slightly at the knees
causing the tight latex of the dress to screech across his ass. His huge breasts rose and fell
with his heavy, frustrated breathing, tormented by his inability to do the one thing that
would cancel out the spelL..say his own name.

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Lutthhhinda,‘ he raised his hands to his throat in shock at the lisped squeak that had
escaped his plump glossy lips. His eyes shot accusingly at Brie.

Oh didn’t I tell you?‘ she taunted, ‘with every failed attempt, you become a little bit more
like the latex bimbo you see before you in the mirror. Luke gazed despairingly at the
humiliating reflection before him, the shiny rubber that encased his body only matched by
the muscular waxed legs that sat atop towering platform heels. He pursed his bloated lips
together in concentration, considering another attempt before thinking better of it. ‘Do
you know how much you affected me?‘ asked his torturer, ‘do you know why this and why
now? Well, I just got dumped again. Dumped for crying out in the throes of passion. Can
you guess what four letter word I screamed out in ecstasy while another man was inside
me?‘

Luthinda?‘ Luke lisped sadly. Brie appeared to lighten up at seeing her ex-boyfriend now
have to try visibly harder to focus. ‘Pwleeath… ‘ he moaned, ‘pwleeath let me say Luthinda
again…urrgggh I mean Luthinda. Arrrggghhhh… ‘ he let off a loud high-pitched scream of
frustration, slumping forward and almost causing his giant breasts to pop out of his dress’
Okay, okay…‘ Brie giggled, ‘…cool it will you, here, you can say your namgain!

T hhamks! ‘ the latex babe smiled emptily, ‘eerrrmmm…whatwa?«” {awa-


Sexy maid trigger fiction

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Felix took another long deep breath as he looked around him at where it had all
begun. The Palladium ‘s lobby lay empty since there were no matinee
performances on Saturday but for Feflx the room was packed to the rafters with
tension as he stared up at the poster advertising the return of The Great Simon.
the one person in the world that could rid him of the curse that was ruining his
life. Silently. he slipped through a door to where he knew the backstage area to
be in search of the famous hypnotist…

Are you lost young man t’Fefix whireda round to see a glamorous looking
woman in a tank-top and impossibly tight jeans. He recognised her as the Great
Simon ‘s incredibly sexy assistant. Zoe. Dammit. he’d been roaming the corridors
less than five minutes and he’d been discoved already. ‘Well.” she raised a
vivacious eyebrow. Still a little startled and intimidated by the beautiful woman
before him. Felix stammered that he needed to see her famous boss. to which
she demanded an explanation as to why. ‘Vou’re not seeing him unless you have
a hell of a reason. ‘ Zoe folded her arms defiantly. ‘the Great Simon is a very busy
man!‘ And so it came out. all of it. every single humiliating detail of how his
sister was systematically turning him into a Ewing lake by summoning the
fantastically feminine Felicia whenever she felt like it. The utter shame he felt
from just reciting his story made it difficult for him to even look at Zoe while he
was talking but she barely even seemed interested. she just stood there. one
hand on a perfectly sculpted hip. the other absentmindedly scrolfing through her
phone. He was spilling out the worst moments of his fife and she didn’t even
care… Feeling disgusted. he turned to walk away. ‘So… ‘ she purred after him.
what song did Simon set as your trigger!‘ He told her. She smirked cruelly. still
playing with her phone. and looked up at him as those all too familiar disco
chimes began to play through the phone’s speakers. heaven…

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When Felix finally returned to being. well…Fefix. he was sitting on a fold out bed
in a cramped dressing room. his body strapped into a tiny latex bikini that really
emphasised the curves from the hormones his sister had been slipping Felicia
and a fishnet body stoci’ng that encased everything from his chest down. Zoe
stood in front of him and was in the process of pulling up her practically painted-
on jeans while Fefix contemplated the strange taste in his mouth.

It seems Felicia is a girl of many talents! ‘ Zoe winked mischieviously. ‘if you
really want me to heb you get rid of her. it’s going to cost you. ‘ She exhaled
loudly and grinned widely, gaa’ng down at her prey. ‘I just hope you’re as good
at following instructions as Felicia was.”


Fiction crossdressing for my country

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“O-Oh man… Th-This is…intense,” said Secret Agent Steven Hanes to himself in the hallway mirror. Agent
Hanes was a part of a select group of Agents for the Central Intelligence Agency that got to use the new,
secret equipment that took undercover missions to the next level. The machines could literally change the
physical forms of those that use it.

Agent Hanes was on a very special mission. He had been for three months already. The CIA had been tracking a foreign terrorist that snuck into America a little over a year ago, and was said to be residing within New
York. His plan was to assassinate the President, and his cabinet, so that he and the group that he was said to be working for could eventually destroy and create their own America. The only problem, was that the man had gotten wind that the CIA was onto him. He began to use disguises to cover his trail, and the CIA would send agents to cover any possible areas that he could have been at. As for Agent Hanes, he had already gained the afiection of the terrorist, known as “Mr. X” after he saw Hanes in a ritzy bar in the Upper East Side. After a few drinks, Hanes, going under the alias of “Gwen” offered to show him a good time if they could get some
“privacy”.

Hanes pulled the top of his dress down to show an ample amount of cleavage. “Alright guys, do you have the tracking device showing on the GP S,” asked Hanes as he spoke into the headset covered by his hair. Once he got the affirmative, Hanes slowly walked over to the hotel room of Mr. X, stumbling in the high heels on his feet. “I hope you guys hurry the hell up. I’ve had enough of this body.” Hanes takes a quick, deep breath, preparing himself for the “good time” he promised. “I hope the CIA knows how to reverse this. This for my country.”


Fiction crossdressing for my country

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“O-Oh man… Th-This is…intense,” said Secret Agent Steven Hanes to himself in the hallway mirror. Agent
Hanes was a part of a select group of Agents for the Central Intelligence Agency that got to use the new,
secret equipment that took undercover missions to the next level. The machines could literally change the
physical forms of those that use it.

Agent Hanes was on a very special mission. He had been for three months already. The CIA had been tracking a foreign terrorist that snuck into America a little over a year ago, and was said to be residing within New
York. His plan was to assassinate the President, and his cabinet, so that he and the group that he was said to be working for could eventually destroy and create their own America. The only problem, was that the man had gotten wind that the CIA was onto him. He began to use disguises to cover his trail, and the CIA would send agents to cover any possible areas that he could have been at. As for Agent Hanes, he had already gained the afiection of the terrorist, known as “Mr. X” after he saw Hanes in a ritzy bar in the Upper East Side. After a few drinks, Hanes, going under the alias of “Gwen” offered to show him a good time if they could get some
“privacy”.

Hanes pulled the top of his dress down to show an ample amount of cleavage. “Alright guys, do you have the tracking device showing on the GP S,” asked Hanes as he spoke into the headset covered by his hair. Once he got the affirmative, Hanes slowly walked over to the hotel room of Mr. X, stumbling in the high heels on his feet. “I hope you guys hurry the hell up. I’ve had enough of this body.” Hanes takes a quick, deep breath, preparing himself for the “good time” he promised. “I hope the CIA knows how to reverse this. This for my country.”


An executive decision sissy fiction

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When Matt and Paul had their track scholarships revoked and were forced to drop
out of college, they did what any good-looking, self respecting 20 year old guys
would do…they opened their own modelling agency. Astonishingly, their business
struggled initially, in fact in the first three months they were hired a grand total of
once… well Matt was hired. as a hair model in a barbershop menu. Putting it down to
hard luck. the boys gave up on the project and moved on. Paul even scraped enough
cash together to go away travelling. And then one day out of the blue Matt received
an email offering a respectable amount of money to buy M&P Modelling. Matt
checked who it was from, Mr. Heinrich Bunnimacher, hmmmm sounds fake! Out of
curiosity, Matt agreed to go and meet him at his house.

Matt couldn’t believe it. It turned out Mr. Bunnimacher, a regal German gentleman,
was legit. He even had a whole bunch of modelling contracts lined up. Actual work!
What’s more he wanted to keep the current staff on the payroll (ie Matt and Paul)
and was offering perks, accomodation and allowances.

Do you mind if! ask why your so keen to buy our agency?‘ questioned a bemused
Matt.

Not at all young man. An elderly foreigner like me simply needs someone who is in
touch with the American youth of today,‘ Mr. Bunnimacher smiled thinly.

Matt felt bad signing the contract on Paul’s behalf but what the hell? He’d literally
got 100% of their business so far and his friend had abandoned him to go
backpacking. Mr. Bunnimacher immediately led him to a locker room to change for
his first job. Upon opening his locker he was in for a nasty surprise…it was filled with
playboy bunny costumes.

What is this? I can’t wear these! ‘ he cried.

Why of course young man,‘ replied Mr. Bunnimacher calmly, ‘as soon as you pay
the 3 65,000 breach fee in your contract. you can be on your way. ‘ Matt froze up as
he noticed the breast forms the old man had in each hand. ‘Say do you think your
partner will prefer to be C-cup or D-cup? I sure hope he likes our little business deal!
When is he back again?.’


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Kylie had to really feel them to know that what see was seeing was real and that she was not dreaming. After knowing that what she saw was real she needed a minute to adjust to the new situation. Because when last night started she was Kyle. He remembers that he took a girl home but after that everything is one big
blur.

Now 5 e is aving eminine curves, wearing gir s on . erwear an . aving ong air
and a soft girlish skin. But Kylie has to admit that she is very pleased with the
change.

What has happened was not important for her. But how she could explore the new
possibilities in the best manner was now running through her mind because she had
to adapt to new fashion, new behaviors, new feelings and even to new relations.


Tg caption crossdressing fiction not dreaming

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Kylie had to really feel them to know that what see was seeing was real and that she was not dreaming. After knowing that what she saw was real she needed a minute to adjust to the new situation. Because when last night started she was Kyle. He remembers that he took a girl home but after that everything is one big
blur.

Now 5 e is aving eminine curves, wearing gir s on . erwear an . aving ong air
and a soft girlish skin. But Kylie has to admit that she is very pleased with the
change.

What has happened was not important for her. But how she could explore the new
possibilities in the best manner was now running through her mind because she had
to adapt to new fashion, new behaviors, new feelings and even to new relations.


Crossdressing fiction one of the t-girls

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Inst a pill. inst a pill and then I’ll be a woman? I never knew it could be that easy. Should it be that
easy? Should it be that easy to change your entire person, your entire life. in a matter of seconds?
The pills themselves were a work in progress. and the company marketing them had a contract as
thick as a phone book for me to sign. and the litany of risks that catne with any procedure like that
was enough to make tny head spin. I wasn’t even sure if that was what I wanted. or if I was maybe
going too far looking for somewhere to belong. I still hadn’t tried chess club yet, leaping into anoth-
er body. potentially dangerously, definitely permanently. was a huge decision for an eighteen year
old to make. That was what tnade it so surprising when I felt the slight resistance of pen on paper,
and then the flourish of a signature. My life. signed away. but my soul. hopefully free.

I’d been told the transformation was often rather severe in terms of discomfort, so I was happy that I
managed to remain unconscious throughout. Succumbing to the anaesthetic. I felt my body fade and
my mind separate from space and time, stretching ever upward. kissing the stars and twirling ever
onward. I felt as if I’d died. and there was no evidence to the contrary. not until the unholy brighb
ness flickered through an absentminded gap in my eyelids. filled the front of my brain with a numb.
dull. pain. and woke me into the life of a woman.

The first thing I remember is being heavy. No. Not so much heavy as my weight being distributed
strangely. It was my chest. which had budded and then some into quite the generous endowment.
Sitting up was a struggle with them inst iutting out into the air. I’d never considered how it might
feel. I’d only sort of had the picture in my head of what it might be like. There was blonde hair rest-
ing on my shoulders. there was a beautiful woman in the mirror across from me. and to my complete
astonishment. she had a smile on her face.

I was given six weeks of further treatment at the facility. wherein my vitals were maintained and an
ongoing psychiatric evaluation had been booked. I didn’t think I needed one, but on the recommen-
dation of my doctor. I finally caved and agreed to see the shrink. They’d set me up with a new ward-
robe. and my apartment had been scrubbed of any signals of my previous life. This wasn’t a callous
or overreaching measure. just a natural one. I needed to move on as there was no way to reverse the Y
chromosome removal. and living in the shadow of a lost life was no way to continue.

With the all clear. I was able to leave the hospital. but not without some considerable steeling of my
nerves. Wearing the body of a woman… No… Living as a woman, was going to be the greatest chal-
lenge I’d ever encountered. and staying inside for a little while longer was so tnuch easier than
having to admit what I’d done to myself. While feeling very naked. alone and frightened. I walked
through the automatic doors at the head of the facility, and took my first step into the real world. It
smelled different. slightly bland compared to the chemicals of the hospital. I took a mental picture
to remember the tnoment, because from then on I wasn’t coming back.


Transgender fiction i love bad boy to girl

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I was falling for my worst enemy. I’d have thought the transformation into a woman would have
been the strangest thing that ever happened to me. But sitting across from him at our private
dining table, laughing at his jokes, and staring into his baby blue eyes, all that bottled hatred
of the years was slowly flowing away. I couldn’t help but just feel he was so sweet and so
hardworking and so perfect. When he asked to see me again Ijumped at the chance, even
though the evening was far from over.

We had a few drinks together, drawing our bodies closer and closer in the deafening cacopho-
ny of the nightclub. We laughed and snorted and giggled in the limo on our way back to his
place. We kissed and touched and connected in his cavernous mansion. I gasped and moaned
and tensed as we made love. Again and again and again. By morning we’d promised to spend
the next day together, and then the next and the next. Days turned to weeks. He managed to
swing me a job as a ring girl, one of the models who cheers the fighters. He’d kiss me so lov-
ingly before each round. He won them all. He won me.

Weeks turned to months. We moved in together, he bought me anything I could have ever
wanted. He saw to it that I wanted for nothing, and we spent our days laughing and loving to-
gether. I’d never been so perfectly content in all my life. He found me familiar, but never once
clocked l was the person he’d treated so awfully in our youth. He spoke about me though, the
real me, when we were alone once. About how he regretted his anger as a kid, his hatred, his
inadequacy. It was then I realised just how similar we were. I told him to stop worrying. Wher-
ever the kid he’d bullied was, I was sure that he didn’t mind any more.

And I didn’t.

We married a year to the day after our meeting. My dad walked me down the aisle, proud as
punch of his beautiful daughter in her white wedding dress. My husband stood so tall and so
strong and so perfect, and the kiss we shared endured a lifetime. We moved around the globe
for our honeymoon, never staying anywhere a moment longer than we wanted.

And then we settled down. I wanted to give something back to him. I gave him two children. A
boy first, then a girl second. He loved me through the pregnancy, he shared the labours, and
he shared the responsibility. I thanked god every day for bringing him to me, and I to him. He
saved me from my old life, he saved me from what I’d been. And I loved him for it. I loved
him so hard.

The greatest gift we shared however was our promise. We would spend our lives together, one
soul shared between two bodies. It was all we’d ever been, two sides of the same coin. Such a
beautiful thought, lying in bed together knowing we were the same. Our hands intertwined. Our
hearts beating as one.

When I was a kid I’d never known I would grow up to love someone. I’d never known I would
find my soulmate. I would never know that hate would be such an easy thing to defeat, or that
love would be so perfectly possible to drown yourself in.

I love him.

I love my worst enemy.


Sissy crossdressing fiction one of the girl night

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So there I was, two months after becoming a girl, on the dance floor, surrounded by beau-
tiful women professing to being my friends, with a man way too close to me. I could smell
his aftershave, and feel the warmth coming from his body. I wasn’t sure how I felt about
him. His handsomeness was intoxicating, every time I looked at him I got more confused,
and the more I felt his warmth, the more I began to feel something blooming within.

He bought me a drink, I accepted, not knowing how to decline in a situation of complete
embarrassment and fear, so I took the glass, and felt myself smiling while we clinked
them together. The alcohol made me feel a lot less scared, and a lot more confident. I
wanted… I felt like I wanted… I needed to kiss him. Or I needed him to kiss me. It was too
much for me otherwise, being so pent up and alone as a woman, I needed him to help me
relieve some of the stress.

I don’t know where the thoughts were coming from, but they were coming, a lot. He
caught my eye again and again, and before long he took my hand, and brought me closer.
I could feel my boobs pressing up against his chest, the hard, unyielding mass of his mus-
culature, and then the soft press of his lips to mine. My eyes closed, and I gave in to him,
he’d won me, and we embraced, kissing again and again, letting the rhythm sway us side
to side. This got a reaction from my friends, but I didn’t care, they’d brought me there.

I was loathe to let him drive me anywhere, but he offered to help me home in the taxi,
before definitely positively absolutely leaving. I didn’t want a guy coming into my apart-
ment, not so soon after the change, but I thought I might be able to stomach a kiss at the
door, before I went off to bed. I was so tired and yet so electric from the events of the day.
l didn’t know what I was going to do with myself once the door was closed. I was so hot
and bothered! A guy had kissed me! I’d let him! I’d kissed him back!

The taxi didn’t wait for him once he got out to say goodbye, which was funny, but at the
same time it left the two of us on the doorstep with nowhere to go. It was as if something
was trying to curse me, as the heavens opened and the rain began to pour. I couldn’t ex-
actly let him get wet could I?

l-le complemented me on my place, and then I tried to just wait out the rain, checking out
the window for any change. I never noticed him behind me. Then I noticed him pressing
up against my back, and the hardness, though not his chest this time. I froze with fear,
but he kept it going, caressing me, slowly removing my dress, and then turning me
around. I’d never felt so perfectly vulnerable in all my life. He took my by the hand, and
knowing exactly the right way to do everything, changed my life forever.

1 was sore the next morning, but never about my choice to become a woman.