Booktok Clothes 소설 & 이야기

Instead of following her, I make myself comfortable and lay on my bed, hoping she will get bored and go home. Instead, she comes out with a pair of black jeans, a belt with a silver wolf’s head as the buckle, and five coloured shirts. ‘You must try this one on first Boo-boo,’ she smiles and hands me a silver-grey shirt,’ ‘Can’t you just pick one? Then I don’t have to try it on?’ ‘This will be more fun, Magnus.’ Rolling my eyes, I sit up on the bed and remove my shirt. ‘Magnus, my-my, you're so much more masculine than I even imagined,’

Looking at everything in my own view, I don’t see a reason why she was mad, I think a packed condom is a very useful gift because- you know, who doesn’t want a free condom? I walk into the store. I definitely didn’t see myself walking into a baby store again especially since I got banned from the last one. I walk around and see all sorts of baby clothes everywhere; sleep suits, body suits, normal looking outfits, bibs, blankets. Damn, I have no idea what to buy! Where the hell are the jeans and shirts? I look around a little lost until I spot a young pretty looking blonde sales lady standing at the counter.

A fucking pervert who abuses drugs and does what he likes! A deceptive con man!!!“ Are you alright ma’am?” She asked.I shut my head up to look at her. “Yeah... yeah... the clothes...” I glanced at them,“... they are nice.”“Of course ma’am. Mr Jake trusts me enough with his fashion taste. You see, these clothes are pretty expensive. He dropped a lot of cash for them all and the underwear, they are all from Victoria Secrets store.

“Ten out of ten, no notes.” I turned the camera back on myself. “Quick ‘what am I wearing’ check—low-rise cargo pants, this crochet top I got from a thrift store in Denver, and my trusty cowboy boots. Hair’s in a messy braid because it’s hot, and I’m wearing Peachy Keen lip gloss by @lilahandwild, one of my fave small brands. You guys have been asking, so I tagged them and dropped a link in my story. Support small, always.” I winked and signed off.

If Alan hadn’t provided that black card, the attendants would have likely kicked us out. I knew that my outfit today was relatively simple because I sold out all the other branded clothes at the bazaar. A black knit turtleneck, a lilac jacket with a soft checkered pattern, a black midi skirt, and knee-high boots. Although Alan wore a branded suit, they still seemed unsure that I was a model. Alan sat next to me on the sofa. He smiled broadly as he watched the store manager go to another area of the vault while the other store staff stood by with us. Then, one of the store staff came in pushing a white cart and offering a variety of snacks and warm teas.

Some of them called out names they thought I used to answer to. But I didn’t stop walking. Selene kept close behind me, her heels clicking softly against the polished floors. I paused at a boutique that sold children’s clothing, custom pieces, handmade dresses, shoes so small they looked like decoration. The saleslady brightened as we stepped in. “Good afternoon, sir, ma’am. Welcome to—” “We’re looking for everything,” I interrupted. “A full wardrobe. Shoes. Pajamas. Outdoor sets. Winter gear. Accessories.”

“Business, formal, casual. Everything is in your size.” Another assistant places a bottle of sparkling water on ice near Cade before disappearing. “The longer you stand there, the longer this takes,” Cade says, not even looking up from his phone as he settles onto the sofa. I groan, grabbing the nearest rack and wheeling it into the dressing room. I start pulling on skirts and blouses, and despite my anger, a small part of me relaxes. The fabrics are high-end. Soft silks and buttery jerseys that don’t pinch or bind. I start to feel less like a disposable incubator and more like a human being.

I found him toward the back of the shop, nearly buried beneath a pile of dresses and bloomers. “This one will be perfect for a little tea party!” the woman was saying, holding up a polka dot dress that looked like it was from the fifties. “And it would be absolutely darling with these little jelly shoes, don’t you think?” Kieran scratched his head and studied the outfit. His eyes darted to the cart, which was a literal mountain of tulle and lace by now. “Um… Sure,” he said. “Add it to the cart.” I paused for a moment at the end of the aisle, watching as the shopkeeper nearly created an avalanche with the clothes then immediately pulled something else out of the rack. Kieran was standing ther

Chastity asked. “Where did you get those?” I responded, pointing to her pants. “These? Oh. There is a comic book like store in town that has a clothing section. I got them last weekend when I took Jax there.” “I like them, but they would be better if they were only Captain America.” “Of course you would say that.”

Wow, іt muѕt bе catching. “Speaking оf bеіng direct, what’s with thе сlоthеѕ?” “What do you mean?” I frowned, drорріng my еуеѕ dоwn tо mу оutfіt. “Wеll these bаggу аѕѕ jeans аnd T-shirt. Yоu’vе got to lеаrn tо ѕhоw уоur bоdу оff a lіttlе. I know whаt, I’m gоіng tо take уоu ѕhорріng on Saturday.”