Age Regression Outfits Novels & Stories

"My friend and I will look around first." "Sure," Milla replied. She pointed to a large room. "There are several fitting rooms over there. You can bring up to four outfits to try on. I suggest you start browsing in section A. There are many new designs released last month, sections B through E, respectively. Section F is a collection of designs that we've marked down at half price because they're all older designs from the middle of last year." Regina showed Sonya around, and she quickly grabbed everything she liked.

I respond, already looking forward to the party. An Aurora leaves and I change a stunning outfit that exudes elegance and sophistication. My dress is a chic knee-length sheath dress in a soft pastel shade, adorned with delicate floral embroidery along the neckline and hem. The fitted silhouette flatters my figure, accentuating my curves in all the right places.

"If it's Abigail who's buying, I won't hold back then." With her easygoing attitude, Margaret picked out the most vibrantly colored jacket and tried it on. "Younger folks really do have a better eye for style. Wearing this jacket, I feel like I've lost a few years instantly." Inspired by Margaret's enthusiasm, Cassandra also began to try on the clothes. Each item, thoughtfully selected by Abigail, fit her grandmothers comfortably and perfectly. Their praises for Abigail were unending.

By the way, I noticed Sage's dark look there so I turned back to the dress. "She won't wear a bra?" Rage asked a bit coldly, looking so offended. You can see the side of the chest when you wear it, as well as the whole back because only the ribbon is tied at the back. The stylist's mouth fell open, as if he didn't know what to say now that Sage's eyes were dark. Though before she could respond, I spoke first. "I'll wear... a silicone bra, Rage." "A-Ah, yes... that's it," said the stylist.

I’ll take care of everything. *** Alessia checked her wardrobe, her finger tapping against her chin as she agonised over what to wear for the cocktail party. She pulled out one outfit after another, dismissing them with a discontented frown. Finally, her hand landed on a vintage red dress that she had held onto for years. It was her best outfit, but she couldn’t help but admit that it was a little outdated. She slipped into the dress, its fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. While it might not be the trendiest choice, it carried sentimental value – a relic from a time when she lived a carefree and lavish lifestyle.

She became a mother figure to me when he passed away. The next hour was filled with sketches of all sorts of dresses. Mermaid, trumpet, A-line, ball gowns, column dresses, empire, slips, sheaths, and drop waists. All seemed to be too sexy or too much like a cupcake. “I want to honor my homeland.” I said. “Something that represents the beauty of this land. It will be the only reminder once I’m forced to leave it.” The mood turned somber. “Oh my dear girl, there will be plenty of time to mourn what’s lost. For now, let’s be excited for what is to come.” Agatha placed her hands on top of mine in a warm embrace.

“And let me remind all of you of something.” She pointed at my outfit. “The outfit she’s wearing, as simple as it looks, is probably worth more than all of your clothes right now, combined! They are custom pieces from top-tier designers made for her comfort. All courtesy of Alpha Craig.” Keegan’s face darkens. His jaws and fist clenches, but my focus right now is on my clothes. I look down at it like I am floating. “What?” I ask silently while trying to focus and keep myself composed, not acting as if I’m on fire and changing my clothes in an instant.

I say while looking at Alex. “Okay… maybe scratch the dress I’m thinking about and we go raid your closet? Or we could go shopping?” She suggests. “Let’s check the closet first, I’m not too big on shopping,” I reply. She shrugs but agrees. We all go over to the closet and start flipping through all the different clothes hanging up, Raya mumbles about not the right colour and Alex complains about the length or that it’s too complicated. I keep quiet just slowly looking at the selection, as I’m skimming my hands along the rows of dresses I see a light silver, glittery gown, it’s a spaghetti strap, low neckline with a huge slit up the right side.

"I think you look great today, your not wearing your usual all black outfit as if your going to war." Alice said and Gagé chuckled. "I'm Not going anywhere today so it is more comfortable to wear loosed clothes. Come.." Gagé said and called out to her to move closer to him which she did. He quietly reached out towards her face and gently removed her cape, handing it over to one of her maids, the dress she was wearing had a tiny shoulder and did not have any sleeves plus she did not wear any other warmer inside to accompany it since it was summer, so her shoulder and and perfectly carved neck were revealed.

I wanted to hear their voices. Maya brought in a couple of outfits for me. It was late October; the weather was cool enough to make you quiver in just a plain t-shirt. There were sweaters in different shades, a few tank tops, there were shorts too as well as pairs of jeans in black and blues. “Please feel free to tell me if they aren’t your type. I won’t mind a bit” Maya smiled. “No they’re fine, thank you” I replied checking the sweaters out.