My Girlfriend's Wardrobe Novels & Stories

He also looked so miserable that time, his hair was very messy then maybe they had a fight with his girlfriend or maybe they broke up. Psh if I was his girlfriend I wouldn't let him go! He is very handsome and obviously kind, moreover, a gentleman. After I washed up I put on one of the dresses he gave me. It's color white and it's also beyond the knee but this one is sleeveless. I was about to go to bed when I remembered that I had left my cellphone and bag in the living room. I immediately left the room when I arrived in the living room and I saw Eros frowning.

He was walking through the parking lot to get to him when something almost made him stop in his tracks. She was with him. That girlfriend of his. Her along with a few others. He recognized everyone from the party except for the other girl that was there. She was wearing ripped up jeans and a band shirt. Her hair was braided in the back to keep it off her neck. Meanwhile that girlfriend of his that he had seen cling to his arm was wearing a short blue dress and flats. She always had to look like she was going to some sort of party whenever he saw her. She was even wearing a huge hat to keep the sun off her.

She replied, "We walked into the Dolce and Gabbana store, and I pointed at what I liked, and he bought it." "Sorry, did we overdress? I just assumed it was a semi-formal gathering," Axel asked. "My girlfriend is into fashion, and I had to dress up with her." "No, you are perfectly fine. You just seemed to have radiated when you arrived," Tommy said. "You guys look good, even better together." Tommy smirked and stared at Axel's girlfriend. He asked, "And who is this lovely woman? And how lucky can Axel get?" Axel put an arm around his girlfriend and said, "Don't even think about it. This woman is mine."

“You look beautiful by the way.” I had dressed up in my new ripped blue jeans, and my new off-the-shoulder black blouse. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it looked cute, while still being casual. I also put on a bit of makeup and curled my hair. It was the kind of outfit I would have worn at my old public school, where I had been popular. “I didn’t want to embarrass you when you revealed that I was your girlfriend.” I teased him as I wrapped my arm around him to walk beside him toward the chairs that had been set up for the team’s girlfriends.

There’s a tray of food on the coffee table that wasn’t there before. I bolt the door this time. The last thing this strange adventure needs is a dose of awkwardness. Unbidden, Zen’s impassive face comes to mind. I don’t think I’ll have to worry about it though. The wardrobe is as big as my room at Mrs. Gaines’. Rows and rows of clothes fill my vision, different sizes cuts and materials. Silk dresses, linen shirts and fur lined pants, soft slippers and boots of various lengths and styles. Heavy leather belts, earrings that I suspect are maybe, just maybe made of real gems, cloaks and coats.

He towered over me like a shadow, always making me feel like I had to look up just to catch his gaze. I skimmed through her closet, fingers brushing against the delicate fabrics. Dress after dress, all petite and feminine, barely enough material to count as clothes. Everything was either lace, satin, or silk. Lingerie, lingerie, more lingerie—tiny satin shorts, silk tops, barely-there crop tops paired with even tinier shorts. And everything in shades of pink, soft blushes and pastels, like the girl had an obsession with looking like a walking daydream. I sighed, pushing aside another skimpy bikini. Jesus, did this girl own anything besides bikinis and dresses? It was like her wardrobe was bu

“Let’s see what you’ve got to work with.” I hesitated, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my wardrobe choices. “Oh, I just brought a few things…” “Nonsense,” she said, hopping off the bed and kneeling beside my suitcase. “A girlfriend’s game day outfit is crucial. It’s a statement. It says, ‘I’m here, I’m proud, and my man is about to destroy the opposition.’”

We took the ladies section and a lady politely approached us. “Hello.” She smiled. “Hi.” “What would you like to get?” “Um, some clothes for my girlfriend and a very good dinner dress.” “Okay. Follow me, I'll show you everything in store.” “Okay.” I nodded and Trevor sat on the stool there. There are varieties of clothes there. Trevor wanted me to completely change my wardrobe meaning I'd be getting alot. I didn't want to waste his money. I was too nervous about it. The woman started with skirts, she picked a red velvet midi skirt, black sequined mini and pastel pink tulle maxi.

She was slightly taller than my girlfriend, though that wasn’t hard to be. The store wasn’t packed, but several people were browsing and shopping. “Hey,” I greeted the girl cheerfully. Brian just smirked. “How come you’re not the store’s model?” I slipped into my old routine, and just as I expected, she laughed nervously. “My friend and I are looking for clothes for his sister,” I gestured toward Brian. “Not for your girlfriend?” she asked curiously. “We don’t need to dress anyone,” I winked, making her giggle again.

Photos of people wearing the costumes were displayed to make choosing easier. “All right, pick one,” she said, feigning boredom. “There’s still plenty to choose from. What can I get you?” asked a very attractive girl who stepped up to help. “Is there one you’d never wear yourself?” I asked, scanning the photos. “Well, there are a few,” she said. “Is it for you or your girlfriend?” she asked, eyeing Jenny. “For my girlfriend. But I get to choose.” “I see. We’ve got some sexy superhero outfits—those tend to be a hit with the guys,” she winked.