Man Forced To Wear Dress Mga Nobela at Kwento

After a while, he finally spoke, "Go change your clothes. You're not allowed to wear this again!" Selena looked at her clothes in confusion, wanting to ask why. Many women in Jarll wore this kind of clothing, which was thin and hugged the body, showcasing their figures. She used to look good in it, but now she had to take it off at his command, feeling somewhat aggrieved.

In front of everyone else? No way. “Would you rather go naked?” They giggled condescendingly. “Of course not,” I quipped. “But there had to be something else.” “This or nothing,” they told me. “Nothing else. Just this.” And then, before I could argue again, they began forcing the dress over my head. They pulled on it, until the skirt fell to the floor. Then they yanked on the ribbons, tightening the built in corset. “Too tight,” I gasped. I could hardly breathe.

Chapter 103 Author's POV The dresses were simple but quite effective. Alpha Duiane had instructed to change out of their attire, they donned dark hooded cloaks, scuffed leather boots, and dress belts that made them look like merchant travelers or lower pack members seeking an audience with their alpha. Lessie had first objected on the grounds that she did not like having them on, but Alpha Duiane clamped her mouth shut with a glance which spoke volumes about how urgent their assignment was to this.

the man gestured to one of his men and left. The two men guarding me opened the door, grabbed my arm, and started dragging me to another room. I struggled with my feet. “Let me go…” I struggled, trying to free my arm. They threw some shiny clothes at me. A pair of shimmery bikinis, smaller than a handkerchief. “Wear this. Everyone is waiting for you.” One of them said, My brows shot up. I picked the clothes up and threw them back in their faces. “I’ll never wear these. Not in this lifetime. Go and tell your boss. It won’t happen.”

“Wasn’t it what you all wanted? To get undressed before our sons? Well, then. Here’s your chance.” “The only chance they’ll ever get,” the Beta’s wife grunted. So the girls were forced to take their pretty dresses off. Kendra walked among them, making them remove all their trinkets too. Soon they were crammed all together, barefoot and wearing only their petticoats, heaps of clothing all over the floor. “See the dump they’re leaving,” a wolf said, annoyed. “They didn’t even think about picking up the clothes they cherished so much just a moment ago.”

In the woman's place sat a tall, lean man with black rimmed spectacles. He caught me staring, his piercing gaze slowing my feet into a sudden halt. "May I help you?" He raised his jet black, well-trimmed eyebrows questioningly. His eyes raked me from shoes to hair and I could not resist the temptation to look down too. He gazed fixedly at my pale blue three-quarter length dress and flat, brown sandals. I'd learnt that around here, when it comes to fashion, plain dresses were the way to go. Certain outfits meant certain things too. Hand-maidens commonly wore white dresses with exposed backs. Serving boys also clad white on many occasions.

I got up in the middle of her rant and quickly wore a normal shirt and jeans. “No, no! You won’t wear those plain clothes. First impressions matter. You’ll have to resemble the moon in its shiny sparkle and the sun in its strength. A woman’s strength is her posture. Don’t appear like a stupid penguin, only walking ahead. Be a beautiful swan…” She forced me to wear one of the dresses she bought for me in the past. I wore them once, when I wanted to look beautiful to Frederick. I should be the one freaking out. Instead, she was the one excited and a little nervous at the same time.

Their son ran the pack in good stead. I decided to look for Alpha Bram but the whispers from people got me self-conscious. I wore green while they all wore white. Their faces looked like they needed an explanation for my rebellious dress. “What are you wearing?” A trouble-looking nobody had appeared from nowhere. “I’m wearing my dress.” My response made him laugh and those around him chuckled. “Of course, it is your dress. I think it was passed down to you from a maid. You seem cheap. You look cheap too.”

ARIA'S POV: Maria had forced me to wear the dress. She had even threatened me with the guards, just like she had done during the auction preparation. The gown was so short that my butt cheeks were exposed. The chest region was so low that almost half of my breasts were open. And the back, all of it was open. A disgusting excuse of underwear with halter tights was all I was forced to wear under. I was naked. Maria didn't care at all. All she was concerned about was getting me dressed and sending me off to Dane. She maintained her poker-no-smile face.

I mind-linked them. They obeyed change and went to change they still made sure to return let me know they were wearing some nice pairs on Nike designer's shot and sleeves. I felt like dressing that way too at the moment but I am a future Alpha future of Alpha Hayes that makes the difference. Dad doesn't allow us to wear such clothes, he calls them skimpy wears. He always said our mates are the only ones allowed to see of the body until them we wear trousers, or jeans, robe, etc. But never shorts whether on the outside of the living room, around the packhouse, or inside our rooms.