Chapters tagged cross dressing

by ErosApostasia

Chapter 4

**Continued from chapter 3:** As she walks, she's already mentally sorting through the possibilities. She wants something that contrasts sharply with his usual demeanor—perhaps a slip of pale pink silk, or a skirt that sits far too high on the hip. Something that will make every...

by ErosApostasia

Chapter 5

**Continued from chapter 4:** Vashanti lets out a melodic, teasing laugh, the sound light and airy despite the heavy atmosphere in the room. She shakes her head, a stray lock of glossy black hair falling over her shoulder as she studies me with faux pity. "Oh, don't act so surp...

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Chapter 6

**Continued from chapter 5:** Vashanti notices the subtle change in my posture, the way the silk stretches tighter across my chest, and the unmistakable thickening of the fabric between my legs. Her gaze lingers there for a moment longer than necessary, a slow, knowing smile spr...

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Chapter 7

**Continued from chapter 6:** "You weren't a 'good roommate,' Ero," she says, her voice measured and almost gentle. "You were distracted. Negligent. You allowed me to occupy your space without properly accommodating my needs." She bites her lip, her voice dropping to a conspira...

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Chapter 8

**Continued from chapter 7:** She stops directly in front of me, her gaze raking over my trembling form. My breath comes in hitching, dry sobs as I will myself not to cry. I won't give her the satisfaction. She freezes mid-step, her keen eyes catching the telltale signs of my...

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Chapter 9

**Continued from chapter 8:** "Good boy," she murmurs, the praise sounding both sweet and reassuring. She reaches down, her fingers tangling briefly in my hair to tilt my head further back, exposing the line of my throat. I tremble at her praise, waiting for what com...

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Chapter 10

**Continued from chapter 9:** The sensation of my skin being revealed, even through the thin barrier of the panties, makes Vashanti's own breath catch for a fraction of a second. The power dynamic has shifted from mere discipline to something much more primal, much more intoxica...