Age Regression Outfits Novels & Stories

Cellie's pov “What do you think?” Georgiana asked me over the soft RnB music playing through the speakers of the Alexander McQueen store, pulling a bright purple tulle dress to her body. I cocked my head, my face scrunched in an exaggerated thoughtful look. The dress was pretty and perfect for her age, but if we were doing what we had to do, she needed something more mature and demure. Something less gaudy. Georgiana was nineteen. Only just a baby in adult years and yet, the weight of her unfair responsibilities were catching up to her.

"Fishnet and leather." Hesitating, I turned to Allegra and raised a brow. "Say what?" Laughter began between the two of them, and for some reason I second guessed myself about going. I owned nothing that fit that criteria, and I was scared to see what Allegra would put me in. "I have the perfect outfit for you," she smirked. "Allegra, you're way smaller than me. There is no way I would fit into something of yours." I replied, shaking my head, "I can just stay here."

We would rebutt the breastplates over and over again, time went by, but we still didn't find the special outfit until. "What do you think of this shirt with this skirt?" he showed me from the other end. It was a black skirt of a type of soft material, the shirt was intense red and had certain well-worked edges on the chest, it had an executive touch, there were also bright black heels. "They don't really look bad, I'll try them on how it fits me," I went into the dressing room. I left the dressing room to show her how the whole set looked for Agatha.

When I’m able to look in a mirror, I can see that my ribs and hips are becoming visible. We’re also no longer allowed to order uniforms or clothes, if we need them, they come from discarded items from other pack members. This means I usually wear clothes that are far too big for me. This actually works in my favour, hiding my blossoming breasts, helping me to mask my true age.

It was the kind of dress you wore when you wanted attention, or trying to seduce a man. And Kira didn’t want that. Not tonight. “Too exposing,” she muttered. “I’m not trying to turn someone’s son on.” She hung it back and pulled out another. Black. Long sleeves. High neck. She tried it on. It made her look older. Severe. Like she was going to a funeral, not a date. “Nah. Makes me look too old.” She took it off and reached for another. Blue. Simple. Elegant. She held it up.

“I would love to see him in something with a nod to his Japanese heritage, though.” “We have some suits with silhouettes that are Asian inspired, but many pairs of trousers that do not have matching jackets, only shirts,” the salesman informs us. “I will buy him one or two of those if rhett finds any he likes,” I say. “Not for the anniversary, but because as my marketing research assistant, I may need him to make a presentation and look the part.” My cover-up makes both Claudia and Rhett look at me in surprise. “Well, you are doing the job of a marketing research assistant in handling the survey, so I may as well give you the title, at least temporarily,” I say. Truthfully, I just think the

Here we go, I know she must think I’m dating someone now. Avalin pov: I hate all of these, I think shaking my head. Why do baggy clothes just make me look more pregnant? I tried four different stores and they all make me look like I’m trying to hide my belly. “Miss if you want we can send some sample outfits to your estate and alter a wardrobe based on your choices.” The sales associate says. “That would be much appreciated.” I say turning towards another rack. I saw the perfect sundress that I could wear for now. “ I would like to get this dress now and wear it home with those blue flats.” I said pointing towards a deep blue dress and the same color flats. “Of course ms.Kent. Please follow

In fact, I’m the only one who can protect it anymore. I chose the red dress that gives me a strong edge today. I don't even have to put on my beige coat; it just hangs there. It's a habit I inherited from my dad. My ginger hair is styled in a sophisticated bun. I don't have a lot of makeup on, but it's many layers thick, giving me a thirty-year-old appearance rather than a twenty-eight-year-old one. In this realm of monarchy, being young is a vulnerability, and there is no way I will allow them to take advantage of any of my flaws.

she said. “The red string rope lingerie,” Agatha replied. Aurora opened her eyes wide. “Agatha, this one?” She raised it up, and Agatha nodded. “Mmhmm, that. I know you can do some makeup—use that seductive lipstick from Rosa,” Agatha suggested. “Agatha, this is uncomfortable for—” “That, or nothing. If you don’t use that, it means you’re not serious,” Agatha said, making Aurora sigh. “The V-lace teddy one-piece—that should be for another day,” Agatha added, and Aurora nodded.

“Oh Angela, I would have slapped you if I was there with you, you look stunning, I am sorry but I prefer this look to your old one, this is Montero's signature look,baby! What do you want to wear? A nun gown? Don't get me mad” Dorris hissed. “Show me more”. Angela requested. They showed her the outfits on another big screen and a touch pad was handed over. She can swipe through, selectively to make her choice. Dorris insisted on helping her friend and making a good choice of outfit. “Stop at that one!”she suddenly gasped. “No way!” Angela protested.