Little Space Clothes Novels & Stories

"ahm yes haha i'm sorry, ano na nga ba yung tinatanong ko?" "kung may small size ba nang dress na to" "ah tama sorry ang layo kasi ang iniisip ko pasensya na" "okay lang po by the way may small size pa naman po kami nyan pero ibang color na po mabilis kasing maubos yung stock nang dress na ganyan kaya probably yung ibang kulay na lang yung laging available pero if hindi nyo naman po gusto pwede ko naman i recommend yung ibang style nang dress"

I was only allowed out to functions with Curtis the rest of the time I was confined to my room. “Ok, ohhh, look, I have found it. It’s gorgeous.” Lola pulls a dress off the rack and holds it out in front of her body, and I look at it. I don’t really remember when I bought that. But to be honest, the majority of clothes in here. I haven’t worn and bought them because I could. It’s a cobalt blue short dress, deep plunging neckline, and the back is backless. Cost a fortune for a scrap of fabric. It did look nice on, though.

“She’s been sick, but Bronx’s private doctor is treating her now, so we expect she’ll be gaining weight over the next few months.” “Yes, ma’am.” Tila bows and gets to work. Two hours and three trips to the car to drop off bags, we’re ready to move to our next store. The next stop is a place I’ve heard good things about, but they only have clothes for petite women. I feel like a giant walking around the store while the employees help Kas. Even in this store, she’s still a size double zero. The dressing room assistants whisper to each other, wondering if the client has an eating disorder.

After all, she was Francis’s company. After Scarlett put on riding clothes, she did a little twirl and realized that the clothes were way too big for her petite frame. She came out to speak with the staff. “Do you have any smaller sizes? These seem a little bit big for me.” The particular staff member responded politely, “I’m sorry, ma’am, the size you have right now is the smallest one that we have.” She was stuttering a little bit. Scarlett laughed lightly and said, “Why are you so nervous? I don’t bite, I promise. You don’t have to be afraid of me.”

Leo disappeared into what seemed like a closet and when he came out, he was holding a cloth. "You can manage this one for now. It is an old cloth. It should fit you." He said. She checked the clothes out and it was a maroon-colored T-shirt and the polka dot shorts seemed like they would fall off her waist the moment she wore it. "I don't have your size. This would be able to fit you since I last wore it when I was young."

I didn't have any clothes here, and there was no way in hell I was walking back out into the living room with just a towel wrapped around my waist to give her another show and who knows, I will be back here minutes later—jerking off more than I've ever done in my whole damn life. I marched straight over to her dresser and her closet, sliding the drawers open one by one. "Let's see what you've got," I muttered, digging through stacks of folded clothes. Most of it was tiny shorts, oversized sweaters, and t-shirts that wouldn't even fit over my shoulders. But at the very bottom of her bottom drawer, I found a pair of light, baggy loungewear pants. They were a soft, pastel pink color, made of an