Little Space Outfits Novels & Stories

I dragged myself over to the closet, unsure if I even had suitable attire to wear in this unfamiliar place. Opening the wardrobe, I was greeted by its sheer size, almost as large as the bedroom itself. One side was his, filled with nothing but black and white attire, lacking any vibrant colors. On the other side of the wardrobe, I found an array of evening gowns and formal dresses, stuffed into every available space. Among them were simpler options, more suited for lounging around at home in comfort. On the opposite side, there were sweaters, blouses, jeans, and skirts, offering a more casual selection for everyday wear.

How would I feel if my boyfriend openly had other girls he fucked and I had to be the one to take care of them? But here she was picking this ridiculous outfit! If it were me, I would obviously put these girls in unattractive outfits just to piss Zayne off or turn him off. I stared at the so-called uniform again and slowly raised it in the air. Margie wouldn't even dare wear such a sultry dress. They were way too tiny! The world's smallest crop top and the world's shortest skirt. Would I even fit into that? I might as well go out naked. “It's almost time for you to go out, Brittany.” Penny announced.

Chapter 15— Once Upon A Bastard Kallista had not predicted what would happen when she told Naomi her preferences. Now, she was staring at ten racks of clothes—clothes that had a wider range of "casual" than she ever could have imagined. Tank tops, mini skirts—she knew she would never wear, trousers, jeans, dresses for casual outings, and even loungewear. Then there were the undergarments. Naomi had spared no expense. She reached for a tag on a delicate lace brasserie, her brows drawing together as she turned it over.

Lisa didn’t own any leather - no leather skirt, no leather pants or shorts, or even a leather jacket - she didn’t think they made anything in her size. Lisa wasn’t all that self-conscious about her size. She wasn’t too big and she wasn’t a waif, she was somewhere in the comfortable middle. Her curves were soft, her boobs were a decent D-cup and she had a booty, and none of that mattered when she wore her loose-fitting dresses. She’d had a pair of jeans once upon a time, but her aunt had kicked up such a fuss about them, that she’d never worn them beyond that one time and hadn’t bought another pair since. The closest she came to wearing anything tight-fitting were her leggings, which she alwa

The dress doesn't fit her, in fact it's too loose this is for him because he is also very thin. I tried to smile and cheer her up. "Maybe they're still my smallest size." I told him, although the one that we try is already small. I called the sales clerk and asked her if they have extra small but- "Oh! Sorry ma'am, all our clothes are only small." I nodded and thanked him.

Danika watches me quietly, her expression softening in that way that makes my chest feel warm. "Help yourself," she says gently. I don't need to be told twice. I pick up the smallest onesie I've ever seen in my life. "This is illegal," I gasp. "There's no way something this small is real." Danika laughs. "Oh, it gets worse." "Worse?" "You'll see socks so small you'll question your entire existence." I stare at the onesie. "...I already am." A few minutes later, I'm holding up two outfits, completely serious.

She's travel size! I swear the moment Ben's eyes landed on Marcie, there were sparks. She's dressed in skinny jeans, a tight white t-shirt, showing off her red bra underneath, and a black leather jacket. He swallowed hard as he took in all 5'0 of her. She's a size 2 and I always make fun of her for it. The girl could eat a cowboy under the table and still walk away like a pixie from hell.

Danica replied warmly. They reached the second floor and turned into a boutique adorned with massive teddy bears. The shop was a sea of pastels—onesies, strollers, cribs, and tiny bottles. “OMG, how cute!” Danica squealed, picking up a pair of tiny gray and yellow shoes. “Aww, they’re so small. They look like toys,” Aubrey said, leaning over slightly. Danica lifted them up to show her. “These are unisex. They work for anyone. Here, let’s see if they fit your feet since you’re so tiny,” Danica teased.

~Dylan’s POV I took his hand again and led him through the showroom doors into a smaller space designed for the kids’ collection. The racks were lower, the colors brighter, reds, blues, yellows, patterns with little cars, stars, and animals. Tiny jackets hung next to soft pants, little shoes lined the shelves, and miniature accessories completed the displays. He ran his fingers over a small blue blazer, then a tiny pair of trousers. “Mommy bought me nice clothes,” he said with pride. “But… These are cooler! Can I… try them one day?”

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.