Intermission Outfit Novels & Stories

“We’re trying to find some new outfits for Maggie. We already got some jeans, cargo pants and crop tops.” “So a few statement pieces to lift the outfit up? Something that looks fancy, even combined with a simple trouser or jean?” I nodded, “I’ll look around and bring you some stuff.” Meadow went to the store and grabbed a few items, when another costumer entered. “Rain, can you give these to Maggie?” Meadow called out. Rain came and took the clothing from his mom and went to the dressing room. This was really awkward. Maggie was already behind one of the curtains. Rishi didn’t seem to think so, he had already put on some music and his camera was ready to capture Maggie in all her glory.

“What?” Both my friends look over surprised, so I wave at them to follow. Martha shows them a seating area where they can wait for me to step out from the changing rooms. I notice Jeff keeping his distance but also in the same area to see us. “Alright, so this first one is a long sleeve design with a fitted bodice to the waist then the skirt flows freely to the knees. I chose black but we do have it in other colours if you are curious about them.” I nod and Martha leaves me to change then comes back to help with the zip. I step out and walk to the mirror to see what it looks like.

Evie was still looking at Mia for her reaction “Yeah I suppose so,” her face softened “They are the most beautiful creations I have ever seen” The girls let out a sigh of relief “I’m glad you like them, but I need to see how you move in them. Can you start with this one,” Evie gently picked up the deep maroon dress. You will still need someone to help you into it but its not the usual lace up back it is a zip and the press studs to cover the zip properly. You will have to wear these black pants and your leg holster underneath.”

Connie's pov Pat came through the common room with a bag over her shoulder. She moved through the room distributing jerseys one by one, dropping them onto laps and shoulders and outstretched hands in quick succession like she was in a haste to meet up with the next itinerary on her schedule. Everyone’s jersey was plain, with random numbers in front and at the back of them. Sasha held hers up and shrugged. Cole put his on immediately over whatever he was already. Pat stopped in front of me. "This one's for you," she said, and held it out.

Aaron asked sarcastically. “What do you suggest I wear?” she glared at her friend. “Expect most women to wear plunging neckline. They usually do for these kind of parties” “So, you have to be covered up in front, then backless” Aaron have already pictured her with her mask. “Honey, I think it’s better if there are strings at the back. It would be sexier” Tiff suggested. “When did you become official?” Celine looked at the pretend couple in front of her.

The accessories go as well, with the stylist replacing my necklace with a matching set of white and blue elegant beaded necklaces that rest perfectly against my collarbones. “Wait, the pants too,” the stylist says and he shuffles around looking for a pair that he decided on just now. He tosses them to me and I quickly put on the pair of white pants, tucking in the silk shirt before securing it all with a white leather belt that melts perfectly against the white of the pants. “Perfect. Now, go!” I don’t have to be told twice. By the time I get back to my position below the stage, the intermission has already begun to play. Now, I only have forty seconds max left.

I said to the attendant, pointing at three of the maxi dresses in different designs and colors. She did as I had instructed and we walked to the next rack. Office shirts and skirts with pants trousers. I picked from them too and the next rack...... "This, this.....and this" I picked eight of those, and when the attendant tried to pack them up, Ignatio stopped her. "You can't wear those clothes, Eloise. They're not for you" he glared at me. We both understood what he meant. Those were sexy short lingeries and swimming dressed with just pants and bras and a little cover for the ass.

I was orchestrating every move, and I knew exactly how this would play out. The next day, I prepared meticulously for my encounter with Graham, every step filled with purpose and anticipation. As I opened my wardrobe, I carefully selected a dress that was both elegant and seductive. The deep emerald green fabric clung to my curves in all the right places, its neckline plunging just enough to catch his eye without being overtly provocative.

Mary ran her finger through the hangers and stopped when she found what she was looking for. “I thought of placing you in the middle and at the end of the show.” She explained to Serene, who was just listening to her. She picked up one hanger from the rack and gave it to Serene. From it hung a tiny piece of clothing. “This one’s a bit conservative.” Mary gave her a wink. Serene took the hanger and inspected the swimsuit that hung from it. It’s a black halter top and a high waist bikini. “You’ll wear this when you come out first, which is towards the middle of the entourage. Then for the finale, you’d be wearing this...”

As the murmur of the audience faded into silence and the pre-show track began to hum under the speakers, Raiden leaned over once more. “Hey,” he said softly. “Hmm?” “I’m really glad you’re here with me.” I looked at him and smiled. “Me too.” The music was a deep, brooding instrumental track. Atmospheric, echoey. Like the inside of a cathedral with a heartbeat. The first model appeared, wearing an angular, structured coat—thick, slate-gray shoulders embroidered with delicate golden threads, like vines growing over stone. Each outfit was unexpected. Sheer lace paired with boxy denim. Heavy velvet paired with glass-clear plastic panels. Past and future layered over one another in perfect chaos.