Little Space Clothes Novels & Stories

Why the hell will Adam buy me these clothes, huh? Does he buy these himself? Or do his men buy it themselves? I bit my lower lip as I saw a few sexy lingeries inside. Lacy panties, nighties, and more! My eyes went to the bras he bought. It’s not even my size! It’s bigger than my size! Well, I guess I have to wear my bra again. These aren’t my size, goodness! Few paper bags have summer dresses and shirts inside. All are from different famous clothing brands. I couldn't find one when I tried to search for tops and shorts.

Emerging feeling slightly more human, I glanced around the room, realizing I had nothing to wear except for Lucas’s clothes. A chill ran down my spine and I thought of putting up that devil’s clothes but I knew except I was going to put on my wedding dress and walked out of this room, his clothes were my only option and I had to go for the smallest size he had, after all, he was Large man Reluctantly, I slipped into his polo and joggers, the smallest size I could find in his wardrobe after all he dealt with more casual than suits, unlike Damien who I rarely saw with a casual outfit.

"Being a shorty, there hasn't been a large demand for me." "Well, I am looking for short, tall, skinny, curvy, all kinds of girls and guys," Maisey told her. "I am sick to death of all those pompous companies only having nice clothes for stick-thin, perfect-bodied people. Like seriously, how many females do you know who is a size double zero and can afford to pay a house payment for a t-shirt? Or, how about guys? How many do you know who are six foot tall, built of muscle, and have a twenty-eight-inch waist? My clothes are going to be catering to all people, all shapes, sizes, and bank accounts. Let's face it, not everyone is made of money or can afford super-expensive items of clothing and

I sighed, and crumpled the paper into a little ball, throwing it over my shoulder before walking to the tiny closet. “You’re not getting out of it this time Aspen.” I said to no one, and started sifting through the immense amount of clothing in the small walk-in closet. Every kind of fabric hung on small padded hangers. Long dresses in every color shimmered under the light, made out of the softest satin and silk only a king could afford. Shelves were stacked with pants and t-shirts, and there was even an entire shelf just for different kinds of under garments. I picked up a small black and red lacy piece, holding it up to the light to get a good look at it before tossing it aside. Who even n

Obviously, they were all branded and I was shocked to find out that all the clothes were exactly my size which made me to wonder who checked my size and who bought all the clothes here. All the clothes were beautiful, and they ranged from plain T shirts to fancy and formal dresses, tops and pants. In one small corner of the room, I found all the clothes that I had brought with me as well as my shoes and other accessories. I adored this room the best because it was kept to a minimum and did not scream extravagance even if it did have a lot of expensive brands.

Being beat my entire life had left me with plenty. I pull my clothes over my curves and grimace. Maybe Jasper doesn’t want to deal with my being here. I mean. Think about it. I’m not a size two, hell I’m not even a size ten. My curves fit into size fourteens on good days and sixteens on bad days. My friend Lorelei swears the companies are making the clothes smaller and smaller to make women feel guilty about having any sort of figure. But who knows?

Currently, Dila is sorting out the clothes she hasn't worn in a long time. Dila unloaded a variety of clothes, pants, branded bags and shoes. "This dress is still good but unfortunately the size is too small for my body." Dila muttered while holding a turquoise green shirt, long sleeves with three levels in her arms. Dila put the clothes to the right to sort and choose which ones can still be worn or not. "These pants are too small, ouch... Why are all my things too small? All of my things are too small or am I overweight?" said Dila annoyed.

Before walking out the door, Claude Hemsworth paused for a moment, knowing that he would be admonished by Jason if he was dressed like this. He has an orange sweater and a nice pair of dark blue jeans, but fashion designers are now making the sizes smaller and smaller, from size 50 to 48 and then again from 48 to 46. People who are 170 or 175 tall have to choose sets for people who are 185 tall.

I walked into his closet and pulled out a shirt and pants. I don't understand when I read books sometimes. The very tiny protagonist puts on a guy's shirt and it swallows her. Like how big is the guy? Is he wearing an XXL sizes shirt? Sheesh! And the shorts or pants...ugh don't get me started. For some reason, even his boxer shorts are XXL! Like what the fork?

Determined to make a lasting impression, I enlisted the help of my roomie, transforming our shared space into a makeshift fashion studio. Together, we sifted through the array of clothes, each piece carrying its own memories and stories. Amidst the laughter and shared anecdotes, my roomie's keen fashion sense guided the selection, ultimately settling on a short and stunning black floral-printed halter neck crepe fit & flare minidress. The fabric gracefully flowed around my body, and the dress was cut low enough to showcase my slender legs, adding a touch of elegance to the ensemble.