Little Space Clothes Novels & Stories

I had to get forceful a few times and tell him to back off—I’d wear what I felt comfortable in, mostly yoga pants and other loose-fitting garments. We had my entire closet out on the bed in under thirty minutes, and even Patrick seemed discouraged by my lackluster wardrobe. “Well, it would help if we knew where you were going.” Adam paced, throwing out random skirts and blouses off the rack. “Okay, enough, Adam. And no, I am not wearing a mini-skirt. I haven’t worn one of those since I was fifteen.” “Then why is it in your closet? For someone so artistic, your armoire is really wanting.”

It brought a smile to my face. Just next to it, there was a small demarcation and I wondered why there was such a space. I moved closer to check it out and I let out a soft gasp. It was a space for clothes. I went through it to realize they were all in my size. I checked the small cupboards to see underwear and socks. I've never had that much clothes before and I smiled happily as I grabbed a dress to wear. After having my bath, I tried to tame my wild hair by brushing it up to a bun, glad that my bruises were starting to heal faster even the deep cut on my hand was getting better. I didn't have to wrap a bandage around it again.

However, he still regarded me with disdain, as if I were a discarded piece of trash on the sidewalk. Trying my best not to let his judgment affect me, I left the store and continued walking. After some time, I stumbled upon a shop with elegant gowns and dresses showcased in the window. One particular dress caught my eye immediately. It was a stunning African-print gown with a captivating low V-cut. The flared bottom flowed beautifully, and the shoes displayed alongside it matched perfectly. I was enticed to buy it, but the thought of not having anywhere to wear it dampened my enthusiasm.

The thin knitted material seemed to betray the very purpose of clothing, emphasizing every inch of the lush body whose warmth Lucien had felt at the hotel yesterday afternoon. "Go change your clothes, Isolde," Lucien ordered in a low, heavy voice filled with rigid authority. He reached for a napkin and calmly wiped the corner of his lips without taking his sharp eyes off the young woman. "That outfit is far too revealing. Go to your room now and change into something much more modest and conservative." Isolde stopped at the end of the table, her plump hands instinctively resting on her wide hips wrapped in the dusty rose fabric.

As Ben drove, the twins grilled Tina on what kinds of clothes she thought she needed and where she would be wearing them. Soon Lori had guided them to a parking lot just outside of one of the city's older sections. It was a densely packed neighborhood of coffee shops, trendy restaurants, and, most importantly, clothing boutiques. Lisa and Lori immediately guided Tina into a shop specializing in petite sizes. Ben followed them in. Lisa took Ben's arm, led him to a chair near the back, hung up his jacket on a hook, and sat him down to wait. The twins hung up their coats and Tina's as well, as the shop was quite warm.

Liz and Gigi hadn't seen or heard from each other since that party that previous week and they were both doing such a good job ignoring each other's existence, filling the void weren't that hard for them both, they were used to it. "How about this one?" Nicky was rocking a short skirt with light blue raffles and a white crop top. That simple outfit was more expensive than Gigi's entire wardrobe probably. The thing with Gigi was that she loved designing her clothes, she felt powerful wearing them and everyone would compliment them as if they were from a famous designer, so it was a win-win situation for her. And even though she had the money to afford expensive clothes, she preferred using th

Her mouth hung slightly open in awe making me feel even more curious. My eyes fell onto a pair of small human clothes. The light blue coloring of the shirt matched that of the morning sky and the pair of tiny shorts that went with it was tan. My brow crinkled as I wondered why she was so memorized by these clothes. It was obvious that the clothes were much too small to fit over her head much less her body. I laughed at the thought of Maryan trying to put on the tiny clothing. She would have better luck putting them on a pup before getting them over that head of hers… and that’s when it hit me.

"Ouch, ouch! So bad luck this morning. Why am I being so weak? Usually, I can anticipate things like this." Totally 15 minutes. I just finished poking my head through the eyelet of the light blue shirt I chose. There are only dresses. The pile of clothes that Loko brought were all knee-length dresses, both short and long-sleeved. Gosh, he said to pick the one that best suits my taste. In fact, none of the clothes fit my taste. I really miss sweaters, T-shirts, and faded jeans. Where can I get those comfortable clothes? There was a knock at the door, firm but not urgent.

They measured my waist, bust, hips, and shoulders with a tape measure. “She’s a medium,” Marcelo said proudly, like he had just cracked an impossible case. “Actually, I kind of prefer wearing slightly bigger clothes, if you don’t mind.” “Oh darling,” Antoine gasped like I said the most outrageous thing ever. “We mind. We mind very much.” With a clap of his hands, two ladies walked into the room carrying racks of clothing. Designer dresses in soft fabrics and pastel tones rolled into the room. Heels, handbags, everything looked outrageously expensive. The women checked tags quickly before arranging the correct sizes neatly inside the mini closet.

The owner never even got mad. Larry couldn't really come inside, so he stayed outside, keeping watch. I rummaged around for a while before I finally found a locker that wasn't locked. There was only one dance outfit inside. It was a silver dress with a long fringe and a wide open neckline. The hem barely reached the top of my thighs. At least there was a pair of white dance stockings stuffed inside. All in all, it had even less fabric than what I'd been wearing. Still, it covered what it needed to.