Female Trunks Novels & Stories

She is indeed a piece of scum, because can someone tell me why Wren is tugging on my jacket? There is a smile on her face and she is dressed like a whore. What is she doing here? She is wearing a short dress that if she bends, you will be able to see her underwear and that's if she is putting in one. And the gown is strapless, revealing her breasts.

when she expressed her concern, her mother shushed her. "Mira, women have been wearing trousers in the East for centuries. Many wear a long tunic style top that flows to their knees and is split up the side all the way to their hips. Your father said it was quite an attractive outfit. Especially, since most of the merchants wives and daughters wore silk. They even wear an open shoe called a sandal. I'm told it's very comfortable in the warm weather. But anywho, put this outfit on and we will see how you look. I hope the tailor did what I asked." Lady Amethyst looked entirely too satisfied with herself, Mira thought.

“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

She held it out to Trista. "It was a misunderstanding. Take this for the dress and the... little scare," Thomasina said, her tone dripping with condescension. "I'm sure Alpha Xander isn't going to hold a grudge over a minor hiccup, right?" In her eyes, Trista was just an unmated stray. Even if she had a job with the Blades, how much could she really have? Her white dress didn't even have a visible logo. In a town like L.A., it probably cost peanuts.

"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.