Little Space Clothes Novels & Stories

"Shit! What's this dress? Why is it so small?" Actually, Livy knows that the clothes she is holding now are not included in the category oflingerie, or sexy clothes, or other terms. It's just that this black satin nightgown is very, very small for her body. Even Livy is sure that her curves will be very visible. "Did Agatha deliberately buy me clothes in her own size?" Livy grumbled as she stared at her reflection in the large mirror. "But isn't Agatha's body different from mine? Both are thin. Does that mean Agatha bought this on purpose for me to wear it to seduce Artha?"

“I couldn't finish the book because father found out about it but I remember that when you love, you kiss and hold your person. But how is this related to our wedding night, and the small clothes Maya said to open?” “Small clothes?” I asked confused. “Yes, Maya gave me these very tiny clothes that were see through, I had thought maybe it was for an event for the night like swimming or maybe it was a mistake but come see.” She walks to the closet and I followed, happy she was holding a conversation with me and not shying away. Though it was this kind of conversation. “This doesn't look right at all.” She takes out a bag and shows me the most skimpiest pink lingerie I've ever seen in my life,

I hissed, hoping there was something inside for me to wear. Hmm. It looked like he already had this place in order. “Not bad,” I grinned, feasting my eyes on the fancy excess of ladies’ wear. My fingers slid frantically through dresses, searching for one I could wear comfortably. I didn’t want to show too much skin. I gasped, holding a strange, soft fabric. My eyes widened at the varieties of g‑string pants arranged neatly in a corner. And the shocking part… they weren’t my size. My hips and butt were much larger, wider.

It was medium, as she’d stated. “Why aren’t your shoe sizes numbers?” Seth asked, a bit of turkey in his mouth as he asked. He did well to hide it in his cheek so she didn’t see the bits of gnawed up flesh. “Well, we only have small, medium, and large,” Rain said with a shrug. “Our clothes are basically the same. Everything comes from the Mothers. We get what they give us. If we want or need something, we can ask for it. We usually can get it, but the sizes are general.” She thought of the fashion catalogues her other two roommates liked to look through. Gale and Breeze hadn’t even crossed her mind since she’d left Weather House. She hoped they were okay and no one had decided to interrogate

Obviously, they were all branded and I was shocked to find all the clothes exactly my size which made me wonder who checked my size and who bought all my clothes here. All the clothes were beautiful ranging from plain tees to fancy formal dresses and pants. In one small corner of the room, I found all my clothes that I brought with me as well as my shoes and other accessories. I adored this room the most. It was kept to a minimum and did not scream 'WE ARE VERY VERY MUCH RICH' even if they did have a lot of expensive brands. Looking at all the clothes that were in the room, I decided on going for a simple outfit because I did not feel the need to dress up.

She needs to get out of this dress and the girl has no clothes. A surprised gasp escaped her lips when her eyes roamed the left side of the wardrobe which was filled with women's clothing. Every piece of fabric was of new designers of the latest brands from comfy clothes to exquisite dresses. A whole rack of extremely beautiful-looking shoes was there consisting of high heels, flats, sneakers, sandals, and whatnot. She opened the drawer only to gape at the erotic-looking things, panties, bras, and all the undergarments, and creepily they all were of her size but unfortunately, the bras were small than her actual size. Another drawer was filled with expensive-looking jewelry and no doubt they

It is very spacious with a jacuzzi tub big enough for even six people to fit in. The packed house also has big rooms and bathrooms but they are not this amazing. I guess being immortal has its advantages if you have a good head on n your neck. After a refreshing shower, I walk back into the bedroom. I open the door to the walk-in closet and my towel almost drops at the site of the collection of clothes in there. Most of the clothes here are black and white shirts and trousers. A few gray and dark blue t-shirts. This is too full and formal it gets me wondering if Damien is some kind of business tycoon.

I grabbed the set that was made from the most material and closed the drawers. Unfortunately, the rest of the selection wasn’t much better. It was obvious that Nicole kept her comfy leggings and oversized T-shirts at her place. Her clothes here could best be described as “stripper wear”—everything tight and uncomfortable and not made to actually be worn for long. And being that I outweighed my sister by at least ten or fifteen pounds, this could prove to be an issue. I dug around and finally found a pair of black, stretchy pants with rhinestones down the side and a long-sleeved crop top with a low-cut neckline that matched the pants and looked like it would cover my boobs. It would have to d

It led to a connected room; a storage room, filled with employee equipment. "Nice one. Let's find some comfier clothes." Brie patted her head like a proud mother. In a way, she was. Melissa had grown on her. After a few minutes of searching, Melissa found the smallest size of clothing they had. They had small, white t-shirts, green cargo pants and boots. Brie managed to grab a bigger size for Adam and herself, raising her eyebrows.

No one had truly lived here yet. In the small servant’s room, I found the uniform prepared for me: a standard dark blue dress, buttoned completely down the front like a housecoat, three-quarter sleeves, a white collar, and an apron. Alongside it were black ballet flats—my size. Brand new, which was nice. Only problem? My chest. The top three buttons refused to close—my boobs simply weren’t having it. Fine. I’d wear it as is today and ask Lakisha later if it could be let out in the bust.