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.


Crossdressing today

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As the drugs finally began to pass out of her system, Alex awoke with a start to unfamiliar sur-

roundings. Where she had been expecting to wake up, as she did traditionally, in her own bed, she

found that this was not the case. Instead she was in a dark room, with a splitting headache, and an

enormous unease throughout her whole body.

Reaching up with an arm, she felt the smoothest she had ever felt. Her skin was so soft she almost

thought that it was someone else’s arm she was touching. Sitting up even further, she began to

realise the headache was in fact a neck ache, and the two reasons for that began to pull down on

her. She hurriedly reached up, as her hands collided with two enormous breasts jutting out from

where there had been once hard muscle. It was here she stifled a scream, not knowing whether it

was safe to reveal her consciousness. The past few hours were completely hazy, but she still knew

who she was, who she was supposed to be, and how wrong this whole situation was.

“Strange isn’t it?” came a voice from the darkness. It filled her with such an exquisite fear she

shuddered. “Finding that life isn’t what you’d imagined it would be. I don’t think you woke up this

morning thinking you’d be mine… but look at where we’ve ended up.”

While the words were shocking and terrible, the voice itself was that of someone she knew, some-

one she trusted. Someone she had trusted. It was Tony, her best childhood friend. A bookish nerd

who had obviously deviated from the path they had shared once. Alex grabbed the sheets on the

bed and covered herself, unsure of how much the figure in the darkness could make out.

“Tony?” she tried, realising how breathy and female her voice had become. “Is that you?”

“It was me…” came the reply. “But the Tony you know is dead, replaced by someone significantly

more in control of his situation.”

She felt the weight of the mattress shift as her host sat down close to her. She could hear his

breathing.

“W’e were best friends, we were going to hang out forever… We were going to be successful and

the world would be our oyster. That is… Until I realised that was something you’d never share

with me.”

Alex had no idea what that meant.

“Tony? 1 don’t understand…”

“YOU ABANDONED ME!” Tony shouted, before composing himself. “We were two sides of the

same coin Alex, you were strong and charming and handsome, and I was everything else. Thank

god I was smart, but I’m everything you’re not. Now I’ve only completed the chain. I’m a man, and

you’re a woman. My woman to be specific.”

“You don’t have to do this Tony, I can help you…”

“Oh, it’s too late for that. Too late to change back too, I gave you so much of that serum it’s a

wonder you’re even still in there. You should have forgotten everything by now, consumed by the

pleasure… the female pleasure…”

Alex felt the prickle of electricity across her skin. Her thigh was being stroked by an unfamiliar

hand. She shifted her weight away, but not before she let out a brief breath. A stifled moan.

“It won’t be long now… It won’t be long before you forget yourself… It won’t be long before you’re

mine…


Crossdressing sexy fiction felix

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They say that the show must go on. For Felix, however, the show had been going on and on and
on… The show in question was the Saturday Night Hypnosis Show at the Palladium, hosted by
the Great Simon, where, watched by 200 people, Felix was hypnotised on-stage along with a
group of other volunteers. Sounds harmless right? But what if! told you that while on stage, Felix
had been hypnotised to act increasingly feminine for a short while every time he heard a trigger
word? And what if I told you that for a bit of fun, the Great Simon hadn’t completely brought
Felix out of his hypnotic state? Still not so bad? Okay then, what if! told you that one one of the
200 audience members was Felix ‘s younger sister Tori, whom he had spent much of their
childhood bullying and treating with contempt? Now you get the picture!

It had been very confusing at first. A few days after the show, Felix was watching a movie on the
sofa and flicking popcorn at his sister, laughing obnoxiously when a buttery piece flew down the
front of her top. The next thing he knew, the credits of the movie were rolling and he felt like he’d
been sleeping. It took about ten minutes to realise he was wearing full makeup. That bitch did this
while he was napping, he thought, and he declared he was going to tell their mother.

Oh I wouldn’t do that if I were you,’ smirked Tori waving her phone. She proceded to show him a
video she had recorded of her older brother crossdresser sitting in front of the mirror applying makeup with
painstaking care, before continuing to explain exactly how deep his predicament ran, stopping
short of telling him what the trigger word was. Felix just stared at her through the thick makeup
with a mixture of scepicism and scorn.

Felix wouldn’t be a sceptic for long, however, as after similar blackouts, he was to find himself
with new bleach-blonde hair extensions, a full body wax and painted nails. Each time Tori would
take great pleasure in sending him videos of him applying the treatments willingly. Felix was
beginning to feel like a puppet in her hands. It was to come to a head one evening when Felix
came to standing in the hallway. He was once again in full makeup, and wearing tiny denim
hotpants and a leather corset which pushed up giving the appearance of breasts. Worse still, his
hands were handcuffed behind his back.

You have to help me! ‘ he pleaded with his sister meakly, ‘please take these ofi!

How am I supposed to know where the keys are?‘ she laughed cruely. ‘You put them on. Besides,
I’m busy getting this place ready for a party. My friends will be here any minute! Since you’re
obviously notgoing out dressed like that, I figure you have two choices. Either I leaveyou like this
and my friends spend the entire evening torturing my sissy older brother…or…l say the magic
words andyou, my dear Felicia, oanjoin in the hm. It’s totally up to you…what d’ya say?‘


Transgender party princess

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How was I supposed to dress for a party if I’d never been to one before?! Until a few weeks before
I’d never even spoken to a girl! Until a few weeks before I’d been a guy! But I did want to go. I did
want to support my new friends. and I did want to be included. I loved how nice everyone was to
me. how supportive and friendly and sometimes flirty. I never kept up with any flirtation. I just got
too flustered but I liked it all the same.

I saw the look on his face when I answered the door to the apartment. a combination of apprecia-
tion and shock. that just made me melt a little inside. He was so surprised to see me all dolled up!
He kissed me lightly on the cheek and handed me a DVD of something he’d recommended. I didn’t
know how much I was going to like it but he promised I would. Without any further ado. we left in
his car and headed off to the party.

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The Old Ritz was one of the most famous hotels in town. with a ballroom that had been preserved
since the late nineteenth century. The building was beautiful. the ballroom was full of people. and
the music was just grand. I met up with all of my new work buddies. congratulated the leaving
board member, before being congratulated myself on such a solid turnaround in my dress sense. I’d
never been much for compliments. but they just kept coming and coming. I blushed and grabbed
myself a drink. I had a feeling I was going to need it.

After a few hours I was full on drunk. We’d turned into quite the raucous crowd. and I was having
a very nice time. The rest of the girls and I had secluded ourselves in the corner. and while I was
mostly keeping to myself. I was apparently. nominally, part of a conversation about the opposite
gender. My head was spinning, and l was trying to keep a hold on the room when someone men-
tioned Dane and how much attention he’d been paying me. I turned a deep and embarrassed scar-
let. before stammering a denial. but they weren’t to be stopped. One of them even wished us luck.
even though we’d not announced anything! Or even had plans on anything more than a friendship.
Or did we?

He could have helped things by choosing a better time to approach. but he came over. smiling. a
little tipsy himself. and carrying a champagne glass in his hand. He handed me one. and then
prompted me to stand. We were going somewhere. It could have been anywhere. but my heart was
pumping so quickly I almost passed out. I heard the giggle of my sissy girlfriends behind me as I stood.
as one told me to pull my dress down. which had apparently hiked up. Being a girl was so much
hassle.

We passed through the bulk of the party. before leaving the doors to the veranda. where the night
air kissed my skin. turning it chilly slightly. I pulled an arm across myself to keep warm. but he was
close. and made a move. Standing together under the pale moonlight. the fireworks started. and for
a brief second. we were the only two people in the world. I thought he was going to kiss me. and
was both relieved and disappointed when he didn’t.

It mustn’t have been the right time.


Transgender party princess

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How was I supposed to dress for a party if I’d never been to one before?! Until a few weeks before
I’d never even spoken to a girl! Until a few weeks before I’d been a guy! But I did want to go. I did
want to support my new friends. and I did want to be included. I loved how nice everyone was to
me. how supportive and friendly and sometimes flirty. I never kept up with any flirtation. I just got
too flustered but I liked it all the same.

I saw the look on his face when I answered the door to the apartment. a combination of apprecia-
tion and shock. that just made me melt a little inside. He was so surprised to see me all dolled up!
He kissed me lightly on the cheek and handed me a DVD of something he’d recommended. I didn’t
know how much I was going to like it but he promised I would. Without any further ado. we left in
his car and headed off to the party.

crossdress

The Old Ritz was one of the most famous hotels in town. with a ballroom that had been preserved
since the late nineteenth century. The building was beautiful. the ballroom was full of people. and
the music was just grand. I met up with all of my new work buddies. congratulated the leaving
board member, before being congratulated myself on such a solid turnaround in my dress sense. I’d
never been much for compliments. but they just kept coming and coming. I blushed and grabbed
myself a drink. I had a feeling I was going to need it.

After a few hours I was full on drunk. We’d turned into quite the raucous crowd. and I was having
a very nice time. The rest of the girls and I had secluded ourselves in the corner. and while I was
mostly keeping to myself. I was apparently. nominally, part of a conversation about the opposite
gender. My head was spinning, and l was trying to keep a hold on the room when someone men-
tioned Dane and how much attention he’d been paying me. I turned a deep and embarrassed scar-
let. before stammering a denial. but they weren’t to be stopped. One of them even wished us luck.
even though we’d not announced anything! Or even had plans on anything more than a friendship.
Or did we?

He could have helped things by choosing a better time to approach. but he came over. smiling. a
little tipsy himself. and carrying a champagne glass in his hand. He handed me one. and then
prompted me to stand. We were going somewhere. It could have been anywhere. but my heart was
pumping so quickly I almost passed out. I heard the giggle of my sissy girlfriends behind me as I stood.
as one told me to pull my dress down. which had apparently hiked up. Being a girl was so much
hassle.

We passed through the bulk of the party. before leaving the doors to the veranda. where the night
air kissed my skin. turning it chilly slightly. I pulled an arm across myself to keep warm. but he was
close. and made a move. Standing together under the pale moonlight. the fireworks started. and for
a brief second. we were the only two people in the world. I thought he was going to kiss me. and
was both relieved and disappointed when he didn’t.

It mustn’t have been the right time.


Fction sissy daddy’s special Tgirl

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Fort e next few cays I spent most of my time worng out who Brandy actually was. I might ave
ransforrned into her, but that didn’t mean I knew thing one about her mannerisms or personality. I
ent up to her room, pawed through racks of expensive and revealing clothing. Watched the videos
on her computer of cheerleading tryouts, acting auditions, anything she put her mind to. Without
much difficulty I could do a roundabout approximation of her after not long at all. That brought me to
he mirror.he girl staring back at me was the eponymous Brandy. Tall, blonde, sexy as hell, with a cute face and
huge rack I kind of understood why she’d be such a terror, any guy who she spoke to was going to
do anything this beauty told him. She would be unstoppable. From the looks of her grades too, they
eren’t bad, she just didn’t seem to want to apply herself. She didn’t seem like an airhead at all. I
asn’t going to have to change that much to be her, and anything I did have to do was going to be
ell paid for.

It was no surprise that Brandy had felt the need to rebel against the Svennings. A lovely family, of wedish extraction, and well known in the local area for their generosity toward charitable giving.

However they were boring, milquetoast and whitebread, with not a single edge to the lot of them.

Brandy was a young girl, trying college for the first time, it was no wonder that she had suddenly
ound a rebelliousness within that had been repressed for the many years she’d spent under their roof. I, on the other hand, could understand the value of getting paid, and so the fact I was going to have to temper myself and act like a good girl all day every day wasn’t too bad. I was making more hand I’d ever had in a year every month, I could be whoever anyone wanted for that much. and in the end, there wasn’t really anything wrong with being a good girl. All it meant was attending classes, not going out too much (which wasn’t a problem for me, considering how anti social I was) and to be a responsible, well dressed, and charismatic young woman. After two months of remaining at college and raking in the money, my ‘father’ called Brandy’s cell phone asking for my attendance at
little gathering he was putting together. I had to say yes, but had no idea exactly what that meant.

If it was the price of getting paid, then I was going to have to go. So I picked out a modest dress from he racks of clothing Brandy had left for me, and then dolled myself up to a respectable level. Living  a woman hadn’t been nearly the hassle I’d imagined it would be. Shaving my legs for the first time had been a major challenge, and the fact I had to look after my body a little more was annoying, but I felt the effects of being fit and they were a lot better than the slob I’d been. Within an hour of being informed I was attending this event, I was in my car ready for the hour drive back to Newport.

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Reflecting on my tenure as a college aged hottie, I’d positively loved it. I kind of had to give it to Mr.
venning, Daddy, for looking after me so attentively and in such a loving manner.

In truth, I was loving being the good girl.


Transgender fiction shapeshifter in someone else’s lingerie

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Corporate espionage was not Doug’s forte. He was a shapeshifter sure, and an actor when he put his
mind to it, but actually committing anything illegal was completely out of his wheelhouse. The whole
reason he was putting his gifts to work was precisely for the reason that he didn’t want to use them for
anything ethically wrong. What he was being asked to do was completely against his beliefs as a
person. But rent was due once more, and without a new personality formulated for the auditions, he
was floundering between modelling gigs and advertising proiects. What did it matter if you could
become a beautiful woman in a city filled with them? He was increasingly coming to the realisation
that he should move somewhere else, maybe England? He’d have better teeth than them at least.

His buddies Stu and Gary had given him some good work over the past few years, but still, this was
beyond the pale. Their corporate endeavours were going just about as well as Doug’s attempts at gain-
ing an acting career. They needed an edge over the competition, and without any extra capital, re-
sources, or indeed skills, they were once again turning to the guy who had saved their bacon time and
again, in order to secure something they needed.

Their plans were laid out to him in the board room of their offices, conspicuously empty. Their main
rival was the billionaire industrialist and venture capitalist Mikhail Maslo, head of Maslo 8: Myaso, not
so much an advertising business as much as it was an advertising giant. Maslo himself held the keys to
their contract book, and to a fabled codex ofleads that could turn their little advertising startup into
the biggest company around. All they needed was someone who could get in on the inside, get a look at
the codex, and then everybody won.

Doug sighed, this wasn’t what he wanted, but he was going to be helping out some friends. His only
condition was that at the end of all this, he be given partnership of the business, and a third of future
profits. No argmnent. He would be a silent partner and would end up with his bills paid and more. The
codex would, after all, be worth far more than that. it was a charity he was even helping them at all.
Thirty six hours later, he was wishing that Maslo had another vice. Golf perhaps? He could make him-
self look like a pro, offer him some lessons and then they could go back to the office for a meeting of
some kind. That would get him inside no problem. Of course a Russian businessman hiding out in LA
was going to have a penchant for women, and of con rse he didn’t have the best reputation for them
either. Doug had formulated his appearance based on Maslo’s three most recent flings, all with dark
hair, all full bodied, and all beautiful as the night.

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The oligarch was attending a cocktail benefit at City Hall, and so Doug had had to formulate a scenario
where, clad in his new female body, was able to corner him outside the building, where there would be
no need for tickets or anything like that. To her complete horror, her invitation of a few drinks was
quickly accepted, and soon she was swept off in a limo to the penthouse apartments of Mikhail Maslo,
and not the executive offices of his company as she had requested.

Strangely however, she stayed throughout the night. They first began with a cordon bleu supper, with
drinks flowing, before they retired to his lush apartments. He had no idea of whom she was or what her
intentions were, but one whispered sentence before they fell asleep triggered visions of more than Stu
or Gary could ever dream of conjuring as a reward.

“For that, my dear, I shall make you a star.”


Transgender fiction he’s been seyfried amanda seyfried tg

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At CelebSuit HQ, buisness was booming. Since their service had started, hundreds of celebrities had sent in orders for bodysuits.


One of the more recent ones was Amanda Seyfried. She had been rumored to be dating her bodyguard, and because of this many of her ex-boyfriends were after him. She wanted to get him the suit for his own protection……
Jim woke up in a completely dark room. He put his hand on his forehead to refocus, feeling his long blonde hair… wait what? He looked down and was shocked to see two massive breasts and a small slit where his member” used to be. His body was practically hairless, save for the long blonde locks on his head, and he was tucked into a sexy black dress. He then heard his beloved
Amanda’s voice through an intercom…

Jim, I’m doing this for your own good. Lots of people are coming after you, but not me. If you can pass as an exact duplicate of me, they’ll leave you alone. That’s why I have the suit’s key in my possesion. If they caught you outside of it, it would be over for us. But don’t worry, we can still be together. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to sleep with a woman…”


Sissy fiction roman’s reign a rwby tg

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Roman torchwick’s time in This world was up. He had been swallowed by a
Grimm after his fight with Ruby Rose, and was running out of air inside it’s
stomach. As he lost consciousness, he was Thinking one Thing: “I just need one
more chance……”

When he regained consciousness, he realized that he had been granted his
wish. But There were some “Terms and conditions” To his second chance at
life. “Her” body was now completely female, from her long orange hair To her
newly-formed breasts and vagina. Her clothes were much more revealing now,
and she was even wearing makeup! Twas a small price To pay for living.

She noticed That her colleagues had been changed as well. Emerald, Neo, and
Cinder were men, while Adam and Mercury were women. This new world would
Take some getting used to, but looking this good, she could certainly have a
good amount of fun….


Crossdresser fiction how my best friend became my girlfriend

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Tommy and I had been best friends since as long as I could remember. We kinda fit to-
get her really well. I was the big guy, the heavy, and he was my buddy who was pretty
smart. It meant I could keep him out of trouble from some of the bullies, and he could
help me out on my homework and junk We must have been about 16, it was the
summer of 1999, and we were out hiking in the woods.

I remember the day being particularly warm, real nice for walking the woods, but the
humidity was growing, and with it, came a storm. Tommy was having a hard time keep-
ing up with me,just like he normally did, but that day maybe a little more was off than I
realised. We couldn’t stay exposed for long in the rain, and as lightning flashed a
couple of times in the air. As luck would have it, I spied a cab in just on the other edge
of a clearing, and knew that was our only hope to stay dry and safe. Tommy wasn’t
completely ok with going for it, but wasn’t content waiting in the storm for it to pass,
so we set off.

The door creaked open as we secluded ourselves inside. The place actually seemed
relatively lived in. There were the ashes of a recent fire in the chimney, though there
wasn’t any signs of anybody being around as of that day. It was a nice enough place to
relax and wait out the storm. There was a pack of cards in a cupboard that gave us
some entertainment, and we just spent the afternoon quite pleasantly enjoying our
time out there.

When the truck pulled up outside, that was all about to change. I heard the diesel
engine as it heaved its way up the hill, before the door slammed and someone fiddled
with keys outside. They were perplexed to find it open. It didn’t occur to me that they
might be upset at our presence, but they really were. This redneck guy, a real Un-
abomber type, loomed tall over even myself, holding a rifle and just kept shouting. I
stood in between him and Tommy, and I could tell he was scared, and tried to get to
the bottom of the situation.

“I’m sorry, I was trying to wait out the storm, it’s my fault really,” I explained, which
made the guy back off a little.

“What? You a couple queers?” he asked, clearly disdainful. We laughed and said no, we
were just hiking and needed somewhere to wait out the storm. He didn’t seem to be-
lieve that, and on the way out, as we ran past him, he muttered some words under his
breath. At first I thought he was cursing, but not in the way that it ultimately turned out.
For whatever reason, he chose Tommy that day, and what he did changed both our
lives forever.