Piper Mclean Outfit Novels & Stories

Jânio was at Priscilla's house, the three of them were already ready and waiting for her. "Mercy, girl, you look phenomenal!" - Jânio held her hand and twirled her around, while their friends clapped and whistled. Megan and Priscila also looked stunning. They had spent hours deciding on their outfits and finally settled on something enchanting. Megan wore a jumpsuit she had gotten the idea for from Lara. Made of soft, lightweight fabric adorned with tiny flowers, it was magnificent. Her loose blue hair, along with sunglasses, made her look stunning. Priscila wore a light, almost transparent organza dress with a waistband that was simply incredible.

That was the only reason I was here, in this dress, in these heels, under this light. Now, I am being paraded like some prize on auction, while Piper… I looked over to the position she was sitting and wow…. Piper was slumped over the counter, chin resting in her palm, her other hand swirling lazily at the rim of a plastic cup. Her grin was sloppy, unbothered, her eyelids heavy. She looked utterly delighted by whatever blur was dancing in her mind, far too gone to notice me flailing in the middle of my personal nightmare.

I couldn’t do anything about it because it was already done, and I wasn’t the one paying for it. I looked at myself again in the full-length mirror. The black gown hugged my waist and hips. It had a slit on the left thigh, but it wasn’t too long. It was a long-sleeved gown with a deep V-neckline that showed a bit of my cleavage. Pinter also put some jewelry on me and handed me a black Fredi clutch. “Perfect!” exclaimed Pinter, clapping his hands. “But won’t I look overdressed there?” I hesitantly asked him.

Makenzie heaved a sigh of relief, and could only promise Big Brother, "Alright, then I won't be dancing on the steel pipe anymore." After Cassius finished listening, his complexion looked better. Only then did he carefully appreciate her dressing today. With her black tight leather clothes, black short leather pants, long boots, and her makeup today, Makenzie's body unexpectedly exuded a wild aura. Just like a sexy little wild cat, it made people want to capture it.

“So, who is this friend? If it’s Gia, I wish we would have gone someplace else–” I laugh, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. “Someone who made me the person I am today. I can’t wait for you to meet him.” At the mention of our guest being male, his eyes narrow. “Oh relax–Kira, don’t you look nice!” Kira shuffled out from behind Perrin, and I can’t help but admire her style. She’s wearing gray dress pants, a black t-shirt, and a black blazer. The tips of black, heeled boots poke out the bottom of her pant leg. It’s definitely not her usual style–but somehow, it still suits her. “Thanks.”

Piper faced the stack of clothes and shivered again. "Suck it up, Piper. If he wanted you dead, you'd already be in the ground," she muttered. She stripped out of her dress and donned the black T-shirt and plaid blue boxers she'd been provided. The boxers were actually just the right size for her full figure.

PIPER My boots patter on the smooth paved driveway of the Theta house, as I follow behind Paisley. She’s strutting in stilettos, while I’m marching in boots. It already feels like I’ve done something wrong. Why did I ever agree to this? Scratch that. Why did I agree to wearing this outfit? The plush, white and pink romper, with bunny ears attached to the hoodie is unflattering. Of course my big boobs push at the cheap and flimsy zipper, letting it be known at least that I’m a girl. But you can’t see any of my curves. Not the way Paisley is on full display. Cheeky underwear-like bottoms, with fishnets underneath, and a deep purple corset, that pushes her boobs up high. She fusses with them tr

Focus, Piper. After a quick shower, I pull on a pair of ripped black jeans, a loose, white cropped sweater, and my trusty canvas boots. I tie my black hair into a messy bun and grab my leather jacket just in case it gets chilly later. Comfortable and casual. Nothing to catch anyone’s attention. That’s the goal, right?

“We’ll go check on breakfast. Let me get dressed. I’m sure your parents wouldn’t appreciate me eating naked.” Piper chuckled when I sat her down. “Maybe it’ll make them uncomfortable and they’ll leave.” I got dressed, putting in more effort with jeans and a button-down rather than the sweats I’d grown to wear since Piper arrived. She stood by the banister of the staircase when I walked out, still in her pajamas. “You didn’t want to get dressed, too?” “Me dressing in a corset dress will raise even more questions, Zander.” “I knew I should have had William order you more clothes.”

The bathroom is still thick with steam and the scent of cocoa butter. I pull the door open, wrapping my white towel around my chest. My silver hair is damp, clinging to my neck in dark, metallic clumps, but the excitement in the room is already at a fever pitch. Pippa is standing by the bed, and I actually stop in my tracks to have a good look. She’s already dressed in a vibrant emerald green mini-dress that hugs every curve of her body. The color is loud, bold, and looks incredible against her skin.