Little Space Outfits Novels & Stories

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.

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

Today a special event—the games day—where she would be actively engaged with the children, and she knew that practicality and comfort would be key in her choice of attire. Sophia rummaged through her wardrobe, searching for the perfect outfit that would allow her to move freely and participate wholeheartedly. She opted for a simple yet stylish shirt, pairing it with a comfortable pair of jeans. The light fabric of the shirt draped elegantly, and the jeans hugged her curves in a flattering manner. Sophia knew that this ensemble struck the right balance between casual and put-together, allowing her to feel confident while being actively involved in the day's activities.

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 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?

We walked up and down every aisle grabbing almost one of everything. Bottles, pacifiers, bibs, bowls, plates, spoons, sippy cups, breastfeeding pillows, long sleeve onesies, short sleeve onesies, two way zipper sleepers, button up sleepers, little sweatpants and little tights. We even grabbed little booties and mits. “Wow! These are so cute…” I whisper as I grab a sapphire coloured dress. It’s soft to the touch and has little ruffles on the sleeves. I grab three in a six month size and move along to the next row of stuff.

Shelly’s POV: Step one in my audacious quest to seduce my stepbrother: choosing the perfect outfit. As I dive into the depths of my closet, a treasure trove of fabrics and colors, my heart races with anticipation. My fingers brush against various textures until I stumble upon a stunning ensemble that feels just right—a beautiful off-the-shoulder, short-sleeve v-neck blouse in an enchanting shade of rich green. It dances with the light and complements my skin tone flawlessly, making me feel both elegant and daring.

“Do you even have a preference?” "Everything is beautiful when it's that small." She put it in the basket anyway and moved to the next rack, and I followed her through the aisles with my hand on my stomach. "Boy clothes," Oryn said, stopping at a section of blues and greys and tiny button-up shirts. "Just in case your feeling is right." "It's not a feeling," I said. "It's just—I don't know." "A feeling," she said, and held up a onesie with a small embroidered truck on it. "This one?"

I just put ten plain shirts with different colors like: plain red, plain blue, plain white, all the colors of the rainbow are present. It also comes in a variety of sizes, with somewhat fitted, medium size and oversized. I decided to bring fifteen undies. I also bring five short shorts, three jogging pants and two shorts that reach up to my knees. I also have bath essentials to bring and any other stuff. And of course, my peanut butter, what's wrong? I really thought to bring a lot of stuff because given that we are going to a townhouse. So, I was sure I needed a lot of clothes.

“Missing your daddy? I am, too.” The screen glowed with images of tiny onesies and soft blankets. I’d been doing this almost every day lately: searching for the perfect outfits, the coziest swaddles, the cutest little hats. It wasn’t just shopping; it was a way to distract myself from the weight of waiting. I stopped on a set of pastel-colored rompers, each one embroidered with tiny animals—bears, ducks, and elephants. They were impossibly small, and I couldn’t help but wonder how something so delicate would soon be filled by the little life growing inside me.