Barely Tolerable Shirt Novels & Stories

“What? We’re already late, and they’re closing soon.” “You can’t go out like that.” The tiniest hint of disapproval etched into the corners of his mouth. “Like what?” I asked, confused. I wore jeans and a T-shirt, nothing scandalous. Alex inclined his head toward my chest. I glanced down and let out a horrified yelp. Because my shirt? White. Wet. Transparent. Not even a little transparent, like you could kind of see my bra outline if you looked hard enough. This was full-on see-through. Red lace bra, hard nipples—thanks, air-conditioning—the whole shebang.

I replied stunned. -BACK TO PRESENT TIME- Shit this mini Versace shirt dress is uber short, it’s white, gold & black and very cute. But it looks like I’m just wearing one of his buttonup shirts and it barely reaches mid-thigh to cover my goodies. And these lace crotchless undies he insisted I wear ain’t helping, ugh. He’s wearing a gold short-sleeved buttonup shirt that’s open, white tank and black cargo shorts.

Conrad I brushed down the front of my shirt for the third time in as many minutes, though there wasn’t a single crease left to smooth. The fabric lay flat against my chest, pale and unassuming, chosen precisely because it didn’t draw attention. Casual, but not careless. Respectful, but not servile. I had agonized over it longer than I cared to admit, and now the shirt felt like a costume anyway, one more thin layer between myself and the truth of how badly my hands were shaking.

She spoke with little to no emotion- making it hard to tell if she was being genuine or not. Jack offers her a very unamused look in return before speaking. "I'm sure." He replied whilst sitting himself down on my bed. I began to look through my closet for something cute to wear, that would also provide me with comfort. My eyes scan over all my possible selections before landing on a purple long-sleeved v-neck. The shirt is cotton, so it's soft and it also has different ruffles for style. This is definitely one of my favorite shirts.

Dawn shook her head. “Let’s start with the good news.” “We have actual clothes. I found two of your shorts in here. They probably got mixed in with mine,” Maxwell said. “But the only shirts we have are these.” He pulled out one extra-large T-shirt with a print that read: [I Put the ‘Max’ in Maximum Pleasure] “And this is yours,” Maxwell said, showing a small-sized shirt that read: [I Survived the Max Attack!]

The problem now was a shirt. They were all horrible. Perhaps I could get one from Damien’s room? No… It would not be a good idea to be seen in there when he isn’t around and I am sure it would be heavily guarded by now. I had no choice. I wore a tattered coffee brown shirt; there was a hole exposing my cleavage, another exposing my torso, and another giving an excellent view of my back. God, I was practically naked. The only thing giving me the confidence to come outside was the fact that my bra was still intact. But obviously, I did not have plans to wear this for the entire day; perhaps I could plead with one of the staff to help me go into town and get me a shirt.

Adriana finished her shower and picked up her clothes, only to finally notice a small-sized women’s sweatshirt set on the shelf. The silky material, with short sleeves on top and shorts underneath, had a conservative design—but there was something… a little strange about it. Her athletic underwear was soaked with sweat and couldn’t be worn again. There was no other option. She had to come out with her chest tightly tucked in.

asks Grid, "I really like it." "I think it's Miu Miu," I say, my face scrunching up as I try to recall where I got this, "if you want, after I wear it tonight, you can have it." "Would it even fit me?" asks Grid. "I think it would," I say, holding up to her chest and she helps by spreading it out. It does happen to be a wide and large shirt, which is smart on Grid's part to select both a large and relaxed shirt for me. Since it is a date, and not anything else. Being Grid and a workout queen, she's got hard large shoulders and a curvy body of a desert goddess, she's a little buff compared to me. But I think it'll fit her.

The only expense over a ten dollars in my entire history was for my prepaid phone bill. Mr. Carter stared at the screen, stunned. He clearly had not expected anyone to actually be living like this. The rest of the class looked just as shocked. "Can you even wear a shirt that costs a dollar?" one of the other applicants blurted out. I pointed to the shirt I was wearing. It had been washed so many times that it was practically see-through, and the sleeves were pilling badly. I nodded. "Yes, you can." The room's energy shifted again. Their anger was not directed at me anymore, and their eyes darted toward Chloe.

He brought out a black card and tossed it on the table. Scott Roger’s eyes blinked continuously on seeing the black card that was before him as he tried to get a grip of himself. "I can see that you only shuffle between four different shirts. The polka dot shirt that I hate, the black plain buttoned t-shirt, the green striped shirt, and the plain white t-shirt. That is my black card and the passcode to the card is 3446! Go to the boutique at LIOR house of luxury! Select fifty shirts, thirty pants, forty shoes, and other things that depict masculinity " Connor said while Scott nodded his head.