Little Space Outfits Novels & Stories

"Ha! Five funnies in one day? That's a new record for you Onny." Camille tossed the mini dress onto the bed and along with Red Bottoms and continued through her closet. Ondina retrieved the mini dress and walked across the room to a body length mirror and held it up to herself. The dress appeared too small and too short for her. "Um I don't think this is gonna fit me, Camie." She said, insecurity written all over her face. I'm gonna look ridiculous in this. What was she thinking. "Oh, believe me. It's gonna fit you."

The rest of it hung free. I stood and looked at my outfit. I wore a leather mini skirt. If you could call it that- more like a micro skirt. And a lacy high neck sleeveless shirt. I liked the pair together, it made the outfit look like a dress. Then I pulled on my black knee boots. Perfect. The door flew open and in walked Abbey and Sara. Both of them looking equally stunning though completely opposite. About that time Sloan emerged from the bathroom, her drink sloshing as she bounded through the door.

I don't know who keeps bringing them in, but I took one look at the outfit and shook my head. I was not going to wear that. Whoever was giving me clothes either was smaller than me, which I highly doubted, or liked walking around half-naked. The shirt looked like it was the size of a small child’s shirt and thin white fabric. The skirt was kind of cute but not exactly practical for running. It was free-flowing and a light blue, it was also a tad too short.

Claus outfit. "Remember when we went, they didn’t have any in James’s size, and we asked them to let us know when they arrived," she said, slipping her phone back into her pocket. "They just called to say they have the small sizes in stock." "Ah, right, hehe. I’m so jealous—he’ll have more outfits than his dad, since I only get to dress as Santa." "Well, we’re in the same boat because I only have one costume," she said, taking his hand.

"You can look around for anything you like. Dresses, shirts, skirts, trousers... any piece of clothing at all, we've got them," the sales rep says. "And if you need help deciding, I'll be here to assist you." I nod, my eyes sweeping over the racks of outfits. I spot a pretty dress on a rack by my side and pull it out, but I almost immediately return it when I see how large it is. Definitely not getting that. It'd fit someone who's double my size, and there'll still be space to fit a toddler. I'm not even exaggerating.

I didn't care which one we went to as long as I got to be with Derek. My problem was finding an outfit that fit me properly. Since the babies are growing faster than a human pregnancy, I am also getting bigger. I go shopping constantly but usually for comfy clothing, blue jeans, and t-shirts. I have some dressy attire for events Derek and I have to go to as Alpha and Luna, but none of them are for clubbing. "I feel like this dress is too small," I said I had on a pink strapless short dress. It looked pretty, but I didn't feel it fit me right.

After waiting for what felt like ages, with no clothes arriving, I decided to explore his closet to see what would fit me. The wardrobe was predominantly filled with formal wear, royal garments, and neatly hung button-down shirts, all of which were much too large for me, even though I was on the thick side. But I continued scanning meticulously, not wanting to disorganize the perfectly arranged closet. Finally, after several minutes of looking, I came across a shirt that seemed about the right size. It was adorned with a smiley emoji and the words "Smile for me, even when you're sad" printed above it.

She waved my words off as she spun me around to face the mirror in the fitting room. I nervously tugged at the hem of a very short and very see through light lavender baby doll outfit that just barely reached the edge of my bottom. Intricate lacing lined the edges of the cups and the hems of the outfit, elegantly just barely covering up my private parts but revealing all else.

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.

We parked our bikes in front of the shop, we have seen cars, other people on bikes, and even some people walking, but there weren't that many people around here, the island wasn't too big, but still a decent size with around five blocks of building and shops. "Stay close," he orders again and I rolled my eyes at him, does he see me trying to run away? The shop was very little inviting, colorful, filled with everything you'd dream or think of for a little, it had everything, from onsies, to footie jammies, to skirts, and the prettiest princess dresses I have ever seen. I walked right toward those dresses, they were poofy and big, the kind the princess would wear to a ball, I had nowhere to we