Anything But Clothes Novels & Stories

"I'm fine." "Mm-hmm. That's why you're sweating from the walk from the car." She picked up her menu, but her gaze remained fixed on him over its edge. "But I'll let it slide since you actually managed to put on real clothes instead of those ratty sweats." "Hey, those are tactical loungewear, thank you very much." He smoothed down his button-down shirt, which had taken him embarrassingly long to put on. "And I'll have you know this outfit was specially selected to complement your scrubs."

It smelt like peace. “Clothes. I left my clothes under the bed in the room,” I informed Billy. He scoffed lightly. “You’re talking about the bloody ones?” “Yes.” I kept my eyes out on the beauty of nature. “Why would you want that?” He sounded confused and taken aback. “I know that they may be one of the only things you have from the day that your pack was wiped out but come on, are they not a trigger for you?”

Tabby asked, leading them to the couch. “Yes, we went through it together. Uhm, can you explain why our breasts and all the other changes are bigger? I couldn’t fit any of my bras or panties, and this is the only loose clothing we could find to wear.” Betty and Carol wore gray sweats with no underwear because nothing fit. “Not that I’m complaining, but I have nothing to wear.” “Ha, ha, ha.” Tabby began to laugh. “Claire, we have two desperate women needing clothing here.”

And because of that message, here I am… standing in front of the huge company, wearing my hoodie. This is my jacket. It was already big for me even on my normal appearance, but now it looked like a gown. But this is the only cloth I have that could hide my ears and tail at the same time. I have no luxury to complain, so I just made some modification so that I wouldn’t look like a crazy kid. I even just walked here. The cabs won’t let me ride because they say I’m still too young to run away from home. Of course, they didn’t know that I’m actually an adult.

This would go from pleasurable to painful lightening fast. “Shh… I’m looking. What do you think? I think this would look good.” A picture of a yellow dress was on his screen. She recognized the price on the screen, but not much else. He was shopping for clothing. Now he confused her. Was he teasing her? Showing her this pretty dress. What was the catch? “Yes, this dress is a good start. Tops, pants, shoes, boots, we’ll get a little of everything to tide you over until you can bring the rest of your clothing.” It didn’t register what he said for a moment. “I did bring everything and don’t need much.”

There's a sudden invasion of sanity from the simple contact of our skin, as if another dimension would unexpectedly open up. It's like, all of a sudden, a zillion volts of electricity would flow through my entire body. As much as possible, I don't want to feel or experience that anymore. Cara took me around the whole place, but I still don't know what's going on. In the last room we went to, I was very dumbfounded. All kinds of clothes are displayed, from business attire and formal and casual wear to lingerie and even sportswear. Name it. "Do you like it?" Enthusiastically, she asked while my eyes were preoccupied for a moment, scrutinizing everything.

"Yes. I have an idea that will boost your company revenue." Nathan nodded, penning what tye man just uttered while the man continued his presentation. The man took out a marker and began to make a scribble on the whiteboard. "Your company is into winemaking, warehousing and food preservation but there is a forgotten market no one has taken interest in." "And what is that?" Nathan quizzed. The man sketched a horribly drawn top and said, " Clothes." Nathan jotted it down. "Nice. Why would you suggest a throw a million-dollar at...clothes."

“WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!” “Whatever do you mean, brother? How would I know? Aren’t those shirts right there?” She said, pointing at the open luggage and feigning innocence. The shirts are in neon colors: pink, green, orange, and yellow. Jude picks up one of the shirts, and the logo reads, ‘GIRLS WANNA HAVE FUN!’ Then he picks up another one, and it has a teddy bear riding a unicorn. Not to mention, they all look a size too small.

“What are you doing making such a fuss at this hour?” Brett was completely lost in his world and pretended not to hear Phillip. That was until he suddenly remembered the cryptic statement Phillip had made about Claudia’s last meeting at the cemetery. As if he suddenly caught a lifeline, he ran up to Phillip. “Grandpa, where is Claudia? Why are all of her belongings gone?” he asked in a trembling voice. “Claudia left this morning and she either threw away her belongings or took them with her. Didn’t you see her cleaning out her room?" Phillip cast a puzzled look at him and seemed confused by Brett’s reaction.

"You don't have to." "I'll feel obligated and you will never let me forget about it." Olivia chucked, "Well, you haver a good point." I snickered. I changed into a more casual clothing since I didn't bring many clothes. I wore a white shirt and paired them with some sweat shorts. After a while, I opened the door and she said, "Okay, shall we start?" "Start what?" "Ghost hunting." Olivia stated with a sheepish smile, "You in?"