Fluffy Shorts Novels & Stories

My fingers fidgeted with the strap of my purse, and the lump in my throat became larger. "And wrap your shirt around your shorts," he said, his eyes moving to my legs. "Those things are way too short for school." I looked down at my outfit: white shorts and a flowy T-shirt. It wasn't too horrible. "It's not too short," I mumbled, attempting to defend myself.

Long tan legs stretched under her white shorts, and the festive red and blue striped tank top clung enough to look enticing without being trampy. In comparison, I felt dumpy and sloppy-an absolute mess. The shorts I was wearing were an old denim pair that bagged around my ass and legs, and my T-shirt had a couple of holes in the hem. The neck was stretched out, and I couldn't swear to how clean it was.

I admire how it catches the light just right, giving me a newfound confidence. Next, I put on a pair of high-waisted cream leather shorts that fit like a glove, their sleek texture adding sass. The shorts end mid-thigh and feature a little slit, showcasing my legs and giving me that coveted hourglass silhouette. With a satisfied nod, I feel ready to take on the world—or at least the dance floor. I chuckle to myself, feeling a little mischievous. I reach for the strappy stiletto heels next, laughing as I see the brand Maira chose.

Mia. I sat at my vanity after changing my outfit for the fifth time and I kept looking at myself and wondering if this one was the right outfit for the day. I was in a white off-shoulder top with a delicate lace trim that fell loosely over my torso. The fabric was lightweight and breathable, perfect for a warm day at the beach. I paired the top with high-waisted denim shorts that hug my curves just right. The shorts are frayed at the hem, giving them a slightly worn-in, vintage look.

Little Amy Funk, all grown up. He straightened from his crouch to get a better look at her. She was short, her head barely higher than his own, and he was still kneeling on the cement. Her shiny black hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun and her eyes were hidden behind a pair of giant plastic framed sunglasses. Her curves were stuffed into a pair of jean shorts that were so small and tight they should've been illegal. Her T-shirt wasn't much better, baring her middle and showing off a tiny tattoo of what he thought was Tweety Bird disappearing beneath her shorts.

Others look like they barely have a clue how to fight. The flash of a long blonde ponytail catches my eye and I spot Fallon, positioned across from a guy twice her size. She’s wearing a tiny pair of shorts today and I can’t help but steal an appreciative glance at her perfect ass. She’s got a t-shirt on again, but I bet her tits are fucking perfect, too. No. I can’t think about her like that.

Alex chuckled, shaking his head. —Sometimes you have to be careful what you ask for. - he commented to himself. - Come on, go get dressed. It will take us some time getting to the beach. I dressed in a short, so short that the bottom edges of my buttocks can be seen. It's made of beige cotton and goes tied at the waist with a strap. He also bought a dark blue t-shirt that covers this impudence of shorts, luckily, some rubber flats, Havaianas? A hat and a bottle of sunscreen. He has forgot about the underwear, again.

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“No… No… Not this one…” Unapproved, Elle took away the long dress from my hand. “Who wears such long dresses in Pub, huh?? We’re going to wear these…” And then she pulled out the pair of shorts from her bag and my eyes dilated in surprise. “You brought the shorts for our trip??” I exclaimed in disbelief. “And the tops, too…” She gave me a grin and then showed me my outfit. OH GOD That dress would surely make me labeled as a “HOOKER”

I winked before setting to get off their boots and then reaching for the button on their shorts. I was curious what sort of underwear Sage would have. I opt for none, but that’s just me. The shorts are a tad too short for regular boxers, but given that Sage doesn’t strictly dress according to either gender norm, the possibilities are endless. I licked my lips as I tugged the denim down, Sage lifting their hips to assist, to reveal black men’s boyshorts featuring cutesy frogs with rainbow mushrooms for hats. I could say men’s because they were obviously designed to accommodate a cock and balls. It was an interesting choice, though I was more interested in what was under them. “I wasn’t exactl