Ouji Shorts Novels & Stories

“How are you feeling now, beautiful?” “A lot better after resting, ah, Maison, about Millie’s designs, some of them were redesigns of the Sneakz team's uniforms, looks like the shorts you love so much will no longer be the official uniform.” Maison's face fell comically, his brow furrowing in such genuine disappointment that I couldn't maintain my serious expression. I burst into laughter, wincing slightly as Hope seemed to respond with a flutter of movement. "I'm kidding," I admitted, still chuckling at his reaction. "You should see your face. The shorts stay, though Millie has designed some clever modifications that incorporate protective runes into the stitching patterns."

I arched an eyebrow and kept left, followed closely by the now grinning doctor. “I should’ve known you’d go left.” She commented as she followed closely while I browsed through the garments. I did not answer but looked for the darker shorts. The darkest that I could find was a dark blue with colourful flowers on. I didn’t like it but a pair of plain dark olive green shorts caught my eye. I found my size and took it off the railing. “Do you want me to carry that?” Dr Jones asked me carefully. I handed the shorts over and was about to turn around to look through the sleeveless shirts when a slight burn in my lower back stopped me. I grit my teeth and hobbled to the shirts I had seen. I picked

I rip it open immediately, and it’s exactly what I was hoping it would be—my outfit for Saturday. There are three things in the box. The first is a pair of thigh high black leather boots that give off strong dominatrix vibes. The next item is what looks like a leather romper. It’s a one-piece jumpsuit that’s short-sleeved on top, with short shorts on the bottom. There’s a zipper down the front that can unzip almost all the way to where the shorts begin.

They both looked at me like I just said something stupid. Jenny sighed. "Fine.....wear this," she replied, handing me a Jean short and a shiny wobbly shirt. I looked at her. "C'mon, Willow. Don't be boring!" She groaned. I looked at the clothes again. They don't look that bad. I mean, it won't hurt to wear this once. I nodded and got changed into it. The Jean shorts were way too short for me. I sighed. I wore the shirt, which was cropped. I should have known.

I stood in front of the mirror, admiring myself with a big smile. My hair was styled in a high ponytail, giving me a playful and energetic look. The vibrant yellow top I had chosen perfectly complemented my sun-kissed complexion, while the shorts showcased my toned legs. My favorite sneakers added a touch of sporty chic to the outfit. As I took in my reflection, I felt a surge of confidence. The combination of the ponytail, the bright colors, and the comfortable yet stylish attire made me feel ready to take on the world. I twirled around, the fabric of my shorts swishing gracefully with each spin.

May, her mum, said from the other end of the couch, not looking up from her wine. Ocean pouted. “I'm not crushing him. Am I crushing you?” She turned to look at her daddy, looking like she was ready to cry if he gave the wrong response to her question. Jonas' jaw tightened. “You're not. It's okay.” Ocean smiled and shifted. Her bare thighs pressed against the denim of his jeans. She'd worn the shortest skirt she owned tonight. It was a denim that rode up when she sat, not that she'd planned it. She'd just… grabbed it from the floor of her closet. It was the same one he'd told her was too short for church.

We bumped down the road, and I looked idly out the window trying to remember the last time I had an orgasm. I know... I should be thinking of important stuff, but here we are. I was wearing a short oxblood leather skirt with an extra side cut on the thigh. This made me wonder what demon possessed Edoardo when he got all these clothes for me. My lap was in clear view and my skin was glowing under the little streak of sunlight that managed to pass through the window.

I looked forward to it. I chose the outfit carefully. No bra again—didn’t see the point. A thin white cotton camisole, almost see-through when the light hit it right. Tiny black sleep shorts that barely covered the bottom curve of my ass. No panties. The seam of the shorts pressed directly against my clit every time I moved. Torture. Delicious torture.

Star and Jewel weren't in sight, so I headed— “Good evening, you are back early.” Jewel suddenly came out from the parlour. “Yes, I—” The words froze in my throat when I saw what she was putting on. She was putting on too-short, shorts, with a crop top that exposed her navel. Her white, creamy thighs and beautiful legs were in disbelief. Though she is short, her legs are cute. And with the shorts, they looked pretty. I swallowed. Fuck. What's she trying to do?

I'm on my way back to the hospital, do you have any specific requests done," "Get me clothes from the pack house. Clothes that are actually MY SIZE." I see the shorts didn't go down well with you. "They look like fuckin women's leggings,"