Female Trunks の小説・ストーリー

After dipping my face into the washbowl, I slide the heavy wood door open and blink at a flat wooden box sitting right on the stone floor. I pull the lid off and find a brand new set of traveling clothes and fine silk under-linens. The small lace edges on the white under-furs look incredibly pure, soft, and sexy. Thinking about the style of the stitching, I know Magnus Wraith, who has seen almost sixty winters in the pack, would never pick out something this fancy for a female. Could it be... Idris? I shake my head fast, throwing that crazy thought straight into the dirt. That monster spends every hour trying to hunt down my flaws! Why would his big paws buy sexy silk for my skin?

"Let's go to the hot tub. It's perfect tonight." My stomach fluttered, but I followed them to a guest room to change. My simple bikini felt plain next to Renata’s – a tiny red one that barely held her breasts. Her nipples pushed against the cloth. Marcus's swim trunks hugged his strong thighs, hinting at his power. I saw myself in the mirror – my own breasts full, my shaved skin tingling. A rush of confidence filled me.

One of the girls asks, her hands hovering between two trunks. “Oh, uhm, I’m not sure,” I start, looking at the many different trunks in the room, “Maybe a mermaid or an A line?” The same girl nods and opens the trunk on her left, bundles of lace and silk spilling out of it. Before I could really react, my clothes were replaced with a dress, the white linen trailing behind me. A mirror was put before me and my breathing temporarily stopped, the person staring back at me looking more beautiful than I could imagine.

“By chance, did the woman in your dream give you any indication of what room the trunk was in?” I pursed my lips with disgust. “None whatsoever.” My friend held her hands in front of her and twisted them a few times. “I feel grubby. These trunks aren’t airtight. The clothes may be in perfect condition, but they’ve been collecting dust for centuries.” She opened a nearby trunk that was so large that she’d have to stretch to reach the clothes in its bottom and pulled out a wedding dress that I immediately recognized. Unlike the other articles of clothing that were packed away, this one had been wrapped in white muslin to help protect it. Holding the mounds of billowing silk fabric up to

Randy checked the office to know if it was one of his executive but the desk and the office dosen't look familiar. The bottom right picture was her in what looked like her apartment, standing in front of a big mirror. Her small top was molded to her large breasts, showing off their perfectly smooth, round shape. Her nipples was showing, obviously indicating that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her midriff was exposed, leaving her fit belly bare. Down lower, Tricia was wearing a tiny, denim skirt, cut way too short that it barely covered her ass. Her long legs were bare, smooth and firm, leading to some trashy high-heels.

Alex jumped, nearly spilling his satchel. “Was that..?” “Trisha,” I said before he could finish. “She’s in stealth mode today. Decided she wanted to train like a shadow assassin.” “Oh, come on,” he groaned. “She has a foam sword now. I’d run.” As if summoned, the front door burst open and Trisha rolled across the floor like a feral tumbleweed in a pink tunic and war paint on her cheeks. Her eyes locked on Alex, narrowed in deadly focus.

“Here, help me with this. It can’t fit.” I took it with an eye roll. “Maybe because you already have three swimming trunks in there? It’s not like you’re wearing all three at once.” “Don’t be such a—” she stopped herself, then lifted her chin proudly. “To set the record straight, I have four here. Four. That gives us plenty of options to choose from.” “Us?” My brow shot up. “I’m not getting my feet wet, much less changing into a swimming trunk.” I pointed, indicating I wasn't going to swim.

There was a wide split on the side of the dress all the way up to my hip and I thought about putting diamonds on my hip. Tris opened her stall and coughed. I turned my head towards her and my mouth fell open. “Oh my God, Tris. This is perfect.” I said and I stood up, inspecting the dress. The dress itself was a beautiful dark green. The bodice was very tight and there were straps that hung low just below her shoulders. Her neck, upper chest area and her shoulders were completely bare, the skin on show. The fabric inched around her waist and flowed out around her hips, giving it an elegant finish. There were splits on both sides of the dress and when Tris took a step forward, each entire leg

"This pink would look great on you." The fabric is fitted, sequins designed to have eyeson every aspect of my body, exposing my flesh to the hounds. I didn't like the idea, nor do I like the pink. Of course the wolf girl assumes I'm interested in whatever 'costume' I'll have to wear in the morning, like I actually care about this forced marriage. "Maybe yellow? I think the lemon yellow will suit you perfectly!" Triss gushes, holding yet another shred of fabric against my exposed bra.

"Thank God, I thought you guys were about to bail or something." Trina pulled me into a tight hug as soon as we entered the loud club. She looked beautiful as always wearing a pair of skinny blue jeans and a low cut sequential top. It was a Friday night so the entire place was jam packed and I could see women dressed way more provocative than me. My dress was actually pretty decent compared to them.