Crossdresser Fiction

John’, you should’ve just apologized.” Seth told his friend.

Jason knew that his friend, George, was a closet crossdresser. He knew he had a weakness for women’s clothing. That’s when he decided to hatch the perfect plan.

Jason had access to an old book of spells. Using that, he was able to curse a pair of black stockings. If George put them on, he would transform into a cute, sex-crazed girl. It
was going to be perfect.

Oliver’s French tipped fingers ached. worn and bruised just like the real
things…just like the rest of his body…well. this body he had woken up in. But. in
spite of his initial instinct to run, he had picked up that broom and now the
previously disgusting workshop glowed around him. He pulled up a stocking that
had begun to droop a little and snapped it back into place and carefully placed the
broom back in the corner to admire his work. His satisfaction was short-lived and
he was brought crashing back down to Earth as he remembered the predicament
he was in. The sound of a key turning caught his ear and he watched with baited
breath as a small, mousy looking woman let herself in…

Tight. Sooooo tight… Not just bodysuit tight, but debilitatingly tight. Like
la’ck in the balls debilitating. lt was clear almost immediately that the add-
ons designed to make the suit ‘s wearer a dominant sex goddess were never
coming. In their place. the painful squeezing brought other sensations;
wealmess that sapped his strength so badly he could barely stand, crippling
self-doubt and fear of another…his mistress. Lucy approached, grinning
victoriously…

Who’d believe that I used to be a nerd, huh?

I thought it was a suspicious when I was invited to a party at Craig’s house. For years he’d
bullied me but a party at a popular person’s home was too good an oppurtunity to miss.
When I arrived, Craig let me in and I walked into the living room. No one else was here.
Suddenly the I heard the door close.

Come on Ash, is that all you have? ‘ Misty taunted as he summoned his defeated Charmander
back into its Pokeball. ‘You’re never going to defeat the next gym leader battling like that!‘
She stood proudly alongside her victorious Starmie. Beside Ash, Pikachu bounced up and
down eager to join the battle in which he would have a definitive advantage the water type
opponent‘

Jessica was relaxing out on the lawn on her day off. Nice warm weather, good sun. It
was the perfect time for a little tanning. Little did she know that James, a bodyhopper, was
watching her.

She laid out on her blanket on the grass, body facing up towards the sun. It was such
a nice day out that she started falling asleep. That was the perfect time for James.

“These look so red…” George muttered to himself as he held the earring box. To be honest,
he’d entered the second hand shop on a lark, and hadn’t expected to find anything that would catch his eye. But even as he looked at this pair of earnngs, he was willing to admit that he was wrong. He knew on some level it should be wrong, since he’d never worn eanings before, and yet it felt light.

No, I’m not the girl! I’m her shoes. Or really my own shoes. After all, how could a pair
of magical sentient shapeshifting shoes belong to anyone but themselves?

Martin always loved trying to mess with his friend, Jack. As a mutant shapeshifter, Martin had all the right tricks up his sleeve.

Due to an accident swimming in a toxic lake near his house, Martin gained the ability to
shapeshift into anyone or anything he wanted. It wasn’t easy at first, but after a few months, he managed to become quite proficient at it.