Anything But Clothes Novels & Stories

“And?” “And.” He paused again. “And – well… these clothes were left behind by women that stayed here with the guys, and so the clothes are… uhhh…well. Let’s just say that the ladies did not go for comfort, or covering up. We’re talking about skirts that look like postage stamps with belts. Jeans that I think would cut off your circulation. Tops that reveal way more than they conceal.” “Oh. Right.” She forced a grin. “So – definitely not my style.”

"No clothes." He smiled, gazing down at my camisole, now fully revealed. "I beg to differ," he said calmly. "You lose. This bed is mine." "Ah—no," I retorted triumphantly, shaking my head. "I'm not wearing clothes. This is underwear!" "Underwear?" He gave a snort of laughter. "Since when is underwear not clothes?" "Oh no, no, no... Technically, underwear isn't clothes." Drew grinned. "You're callingme on a technicality?"

"Take off your clothes." .

It's not just about being comfortable with each other, it's about killing any symptoms of malice! There's a small portal beside her where she's putting her clothes. She told me to do the same. And it feels like I'm the only one reacting to this situation. Perhaps she didn't tell me earlier because of this possibility. I strip my coat, shirt, pants, and even my boots to put them in the enchanted portal. The clothes disappear whenever we put them there. I only have my boxer as the cover.

Warning Mature Content !!! "Where the hell are my clothes?" Cara storms into Xander's office in nothing but a white towel, which she's holding like her life depends on it. Cara woke up this morning, all chipper and happy since today is her mother's surgery. She even showed early, which she hardly does but the Asshole; called Alexander has a way of ruining her joy. She walked up to her closet to find out that all her clothes are gone and is replaced with a new set of clothes.

I'm secretly a flirt, why not i'm a fun person even though I don't have any friends, though someday I might. One of the cool things about Mrs. Carter is she likes to buy us nice clothes, and says we have to have matching undergarments, jshes always told me dont be one of thoes girls that were red panties under white pants she also says dont't show your under colors or lines. Its not proper for a young woman. So I had on matching blue thong and lace bra. No panty lines here. I was looking at myslef in my long wal mirror.

Oh great. I went into my bedroom and decided to start with my clothes. My clothes aren't the best in the world but they are a part of me in a way. When you don't have money to spoil yourself you do what you have to do. The extra money we have goes into a fund which pays for food, Kade's clothes, or toys for Kade. Kade isn't like most kids his age. He, somehow, understands we can't always afford his wants. I can't believe I let things get the way they are.

Mum hangs up. I throw my t-shirt over my head. I glance at myself in the mirror. I really need to get some colour into my wardrobe. “Oh shit.”, my tee says, ‘Not Today Satan.’ Fuck! I look through my closet only to discover most of my clothes are in the hamper, these tee’s are for exercise or flipping, but I haven’t done the laundry yet. I shrug. Shit happens. My phone rings again, “For goodness sakes, what is this?”

And he started laughing. "Of course not. It's to introduce you to the fae's of this world. They've been waiting just as long to meet you. Believe me." He says. "Alright. I can do that." I say smiling to him. "Alright. I'm sure that you want to have a shower and get out of those clothes. They're a little unusual for this world." He says. "I noticed. What actually constitutes casual around here?" I asked. "Every rack in the closet has a tag on them. It will let you know what those clothes are worn for." He says.

Sheila listed a lot of fabrics enthusiastically. Sheila was like a kid explaining the pet project to her teacher. “I don’t need this much of clothes! I only need a t-shirt and jeans, and maybe a couple of underwear. That’s it!” Iris replied in a horrified tone. This was superfluous! “Hmm… Well… you can bring it to your home at least, it doesn’t matter. These things barely make a dent in Alex’s money. You don’t need to worry about that!” Sheila responded cheekily!