Phoebe Thunderman Clothes Novels & Stories

Shango wanted to find the nearest palmwine shed but the wiry Shetimma convinced him to at least change clothings to blend in as he was dressed out of century, so they changed cloths at a local clothing store, the salesman grinning like crazy as Orchid tampered with his brain fluids, it was unethical, but they had no way of paying after Shango threatened to rip his saucy tongue out of his head for daring to demand payment for service rendered. When they left the boutique, they were all garbed in presentable attires, Looking normal at least. Shettima took one look at the thunder god and sighed, nothing he wore was going to make him inconspicuous, even in his casual jeans and tees, he looked li

Who I actually want, it would be cruel to engage in some sort of relationship with him even though I know I’m still in love with Mason. However Phoebe and I are friends now which I’m happy about. We’re out shopping, like me she likes shopping so it's a match made in heaven. "What do you think about this? Slutty enough?" She asks showing me a very short and almost transparent dress. "Slutty enough." I say and she nods yes. "Okay we're taking two, the black one for you and the red one for me." She says and I laugh. “Yeah I don’t think so.” I say and she pouts playfully.

I could barely remember anything that had happened that day. When we got around to getting dressed finally, I was pleased that Tabitha had brought a thong like I had forgotten I asked. She wore it beneath a thin ash gray dress that made it painfully obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, deciding to take my request for her after-school attire and extend it to the entire day. It wasn't in direct defiance of the dress code, but her petite but shapely build and dancer's legs were going to turn heads. Taylor's stinkeye went unheeded as she put on her same dirty clothes she'd worn over to my place the day before. (Abbie had promised to bring her a change at school, but that wasn't helping her compete

Her bows dropped from her hand, and she grabbed Luna by the hand. "Sure, let's get out of here and do something else." Luna did not resit but dropped her bow and went along with Phoebe. ****** ****** "The dress is too tight; why can't I wear a female shirt and trousers? This feels suffocating, and who would think a girl has this shape?" Neon grumbled, touching his sides. "I don't have an hourglass figure; I have muscles; I can't cross-dress."

I laughed to myself as I walked to the front door. My friends filed into the apartment looking amazing as always. Teighlor and Sam were wearing corsets with black shorts. Amber and Tammy surprised me the most with their outfits. Both wore black spike bras and flared pleather skirts. Tammy had on a purple harness with lots of straps that was attached by a chain to her collar that said 'slut' and had a chain leash coming off of it that Amber held. Amber was also in pleather thigh high boots compared to Tammys' ankle boots. Either way they looked stunning in my personal opinion. My friends complimented my outfit and even said this was the sexiest they'd ever seen me. That is until Aiden walked

Phoebe was standing in the center of the ring lights, her smaller frame entirely consumed by a manic, near-feral creative passion. She had discarded her oversized gray wool sweater, wearing only a tight, long-sleeve emerald-green crop top that left the pale, elegant contour of her waist entirely exposed to the cold morning air. Her long, dark silken hair was twisted into a fierce, chaotic knot at the crown of her head, secured by a single wooden mixing spatula, with loose, sweat-dampened strands clinging to the delicate curve of her neck. Her skin was smudged with streaks of deep violet pigment and raw gold powder, making her look like a beautiful, untamed creature that had risen out of an o