Ouji Shorts Novels & Stories

He'd just never found a girl willing to let the geekiest of the geeks try any of the techniques out on them. Gio's other big problem was, he couldn't dress like other teens. He had to wear dress pants or loose-fitting cargo pants, because jeans didn't give him enough room and caused him pain. There wasn't anything funny about wearing dress pants and T-shirts it just looked super weird, so he wore polo style shirts. Making him look more like the teachers than the other students. Which got him bullied and teased since he turned ten and couldn't wear shorts or jeans. Thankfully, now days because of board shorts being popular he could wear shorts barely, but not to school. Because that was again

Arrggghhh… Ariana quickly took off her jeans and put on Gerald's workout shorts. That darn guy. Ariana thought he would give her workout pants the size of basketball shorts, covering her legs down to her calves. In reality, he gave her workout shorts that were so short, barely reaching above her knees.

Otiz finally replied, but he didn’t stand up. "Oh, you’re off. That’s excellent news!" Lori also crouched down in front of Otiz. "Your skirt…" Otiz closed his eyes and sighed. Lori was wearing a skirt that didn’t cover her knees—a sporty style that was definitely not suitable for crouching because it revealed everything under the skirt to anyone in front of her, including her light green underwear. Before closing his eyes, he had seen it clearly. He had already seen everything, but he still felt like he was peeking without permission now.

I roll out of bed and haul my suitcase over, digging through the mess I didn’t bother to unpack yesterday. Shorts. Crop tops. More shorts. There isn’t a single decent piece of clothing in this entire pile. Just soft, stretchy cotton that hugs every curve like a second skin. I’m not a decent clothing kinda girl. I pull on a pair of shorts. They are impossibly short, riding high up my thighs, cutting right into the swell of my ass. The cotton is thin—so thin that when I pull them up, they press deep between my legs, visibly parting my pussy lips, outlining the exact shape of me right through the fabric.

Odette was left in her red skeleton bra and distressed denim jean shorts with a black fishnet. "Now, come, let's swim," she chirped, before diving back into the water, her anklets jiggling loudly. Jiro grudgingly stood up, taking off his glasses. I pressed my lips, trying to fight the urge to gawk at him. Lord, he looked way better without the glasses. Then when he took off his sweater, my mouth couldn't stay closed.

For as much as I love sex, Annie seemed to be addicted. I follow her past the cashier, the books and the toys all the way to a far corner that we hadn’t gone to last time. There’s a single rack of clothes and Annie rummages through it before pulling out a pair of shorts, “try these on.” “We came here for shorts? Couldn’t we have gone to the mall for those?” I ask as I take the shorts from her. “Where else could we get a pair of shorts that has a zipper crotch?” She snorts.

He giggles, satisfied with what he has done. “Anyway….. What do you think I should wear? I have nothing” I say. “Girl not today……. I’m sure you have something,” Jim says, standing up and walking over to my closet. “Baby, you can wear this short and this shirt” Jim says, bringing out an orange shorts with a black crop top. “What about my feet?” I ask, not wanting to use my brain. “Look at that orange canvas over there. It’ll go great with your outfit” Jim smiles proudly, like he just solved a world problem.

Owens simply turned and started walking within the other way, leaving her to walk home on her own. Jaida shivered a bit within the cold night air, her skirt and short-sleeved button-up top doing very little to guard her. She despised the uniform with a passion. It had been the only skirt she owned, however at least it wasn't too short. It fell to merely higher than her knees, and it absolutely was a black color. Still, the uniform was just so boring. They may have come up with one thing better than a white shirt, black skirt, white socks, and black and white lawn tennis shoes. The faculty of their school simply did not have any style or imagination.

A hot shower and clean clothes of any kind seemed like heaven to him right about now. In addition to the racks, there were other tables with shirts and shorts laid out on them. Anna started by examining the contents, and then she chose a few things to take. Two shirts in an extra-large size for Jerome, two mediums for her, and two pairs of shorts with a pattern for her. She decided to get Jerome a pair of dark blue parachute shorts. His choices were severely restricted. It was either the ones with an orange flowery pattern or the ones with a dark blue background, both of which she could not picture him wearing.

It’s too cold to wear shorts. He stands in front of his side of their large closet, just his shirt and underwear on, and jumps slightly in surprise when Dallas comes up behind him to grab his waist. “Can’t decide?” Dallas asks. Clearly he knows Ford too well. He slips his hands under Ford’s shirt to check which underwear he’s got on. They’re nothing exciting, really. Just his black boy-short panties. When he’d bought them, they’d both had a good laugh at the name—somehow the style of underwear made popular for women based on the design of men’s brief shorts had made a full circle, turning into a more feminine-style adjusted back to accommodate the male body.