Popstar Outfit Novels & Stories

POV Stephanie I grab my tits pushing them to the center to give myself a bustier appearance. This dress is so tight, I can barely breathe. Whatever it’s my fucking birthday and I don’t need to breathe, I need to be a sexy son of a bitch. I went with a Barbie doll look tonight. My hair is gelled back in a high pony, bright makeup, bright pink lipstick, and a bright pink full vinyl mini dress. I look like the definition of a dumb blonde, just the look I’m trying to achieve I guess, doesn't mean I am one.

She was likely from not sleeping well the previous night, which made Jamie recall the intimate scene from last night where she had pleaded beneath him. Jamie's gaze flicked over to Paityn and took in her outfit for the day. She wore a black and thin fabric suit dress paired with matching high heels, which showcased her delicate calves. The outfit was elegant yet hinted at a touch of sensuality, leaving Jamie feeling somewhat displeased. He frowned and said, “Is it really that hot today?” Paityn said, “Do I need Mr. Jamie’s approval for what I wear?” At that moment, Carol reached out for a hug. She called out, “Mommy.”

Cali said, handing Leesa the boots. Katy Perry was singing “Last Friday Night” as Leesa ducked behind the curtain. She hoped Friday night’s party was not going to be quite as wild as the song. She hung the shirts and leggings on plastic hooks and dropped the boots onto a narrow wooden bench. Feeling just a bit nervous, she took off her jeans and pulled the leggings on, then slipped the silk shirt on over them. Not a whole lot of light filtered in from the top of the dressing booth, but she didn’t think the combination looked too bad, at least not in the grimy dressing booth mirror. She had to admit, the combination of the long shirttails over the tight leggings looked pretty sexy. She sat do

Cliff and Poppy will stick around and tell everyone that she left out a back door for security reasons. When I think I look like Anna again, I open the door and step out. “How do I look?” Poppy’s eyes roam over me. “Lipstick!” she says. “Right.” I step back into the bathroom and put my lipstick on. I forgot before. I also make sure I pulled off all my fake face pieces. I think I’ve got everything. I check my shoes, and I’m wearing the right ones. I step back out, and Poppy gives me a thumbs up. She takes my big bag full of A. Savage’s outfit, and as I head back to the party, she sneaks out to drop the bag in the limo.

Not that I planned to tell anyone they were Barnett’s. StarRise emerged wearing an elaborate gradient blue skirt and matching top. The top was a light blue color that gradually got darker. The skirt itself started off the same color as the waistband of the shirt and descended into a black hem, where little silver beads were woven to resemble stars. On her head, she wore a headband of silver stars. “I love this!” she exclaimed, giving me a twirl. Just a sliver of her toned stomach was on display. “It’s so pretty.”

Karin walks towards the elevator, dressed in a mini flowing paisley green dress, dark brown belt around her tiny waist, a matching tote bag and a matching pair of low boots. She wore her hair loose for the first time since college, parted at the centre, combed neatly and tucked behind both ears. A big circle earrings and a sweetheart necklace. Feeling a little strange, she didn't bother to look around to say hello to anyone, not ready to answer anyone's questioning look at the way she's dressed.

“COME HERE FAST! I need fashion expert!” I closed the laptop and headed to the stairs. Poppy stood in the center of her room, the eye of a tornado that had just landed. Her wardrobe gaped open, drawers hung out, dresses draped over a chair, and the rest strewn across the floor like casualties of textile warfare. Outfit number one: a purple tulle dress glittering to the heavens, paired with red and white striped leggings and lemon-patterned rain boots. On her head, a half-missing plastic gold crown.

One in particular was Poppy, an eighteen year old Senior. She had chosen this of all days to dress for the gym, not the woods. She had on skin-tight bike shorts and one of those athletic tops we are all supposed to pretend isn't just a bra. Her outfit distinctly highlighted a figure, which while it had not fleshed out yet like Wendy's had, was well on its way.

Stop thinking about Nate. Lady Gaga's bad romance made my hips start swayin' and my heart pumped fast. After two shots of tequila, it was starting to be fun already. Steph ordered our third round of tequila shots. "Drink up bitches!" I laughed. She and Jade picked me up in my apartment an hour ago and insisted I change my outfit. Apparently, I looked like some 40 year old hippie with my navy blue maxi skirt and green shirt. So after they ransacked my closet, they found and commanded me to wear a dress I had long forgotten. It was a mini mini dress that hugged all the right curves of my body. It was a present from my cousin and I never had anywhere to wear it before. So now with my current o

Amara groaned and flopped back onto her tiny bed, thrashing like a frustrated teenager. She glared at the uniform again with full-on death stares, wishing it were an actual person—specifically, Xavier—so she could crush it to bits in a fit of righteous fury. Because seriously—one look at that outfit, and it was obvious it had zero intention of covering anything properly. It was scandalously short, looked like it ran out of fabric halfway through production, and the skirt flared out in a way that screamed K-pop idol meets adult fantasy. The top? Plunging neckline so deep it might as well shout, boobs on display.