Regina George Revenge Outfit Novels & Stories

On the bed was the almost sheer lace sleeveless dress featured in the magazine she was reading on the plane, and beside it was the matching purse and shoes from the collection. Owen was looking out the window of the parlour between their suites when Regina came out of her room. “So, Mr. I don’t want you to flaunt your body, why am I wearing a see-thru dress right now?” Regina teased, but Owen was silent as he let his eyes roam up and down her body, enjoying the fact that Regina accepted all his gifts. Regina’s heart hammered in her chest as she waited for his reaction. “You look so beautiful, Regina.” He was mesmerized by her transformation and he was surprised he could speak.

This might be my chance to get revenge and achieve my goal. However, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. His appearance, as though under duress. He was dressed in a jet black suit which hugged his broad masculine shoulders. Looking serious yet charming. His pants go with the same color, his hair neatly groomed to the back except for a strand that dangles freely. My world stopped for a moment as a gush of memory filled my head. I cleared my throat for him to know I meant business. I held his gaze, instead of warmth, it was replaced with an icy hostility.

I said, attempting to sound composed. They gave a small bow before exiting, leaving me alone with the boxes and my thoughts. I ran my fingers over the new clothes, feeling a mix of gratitude and confusion. Reagan’s actions were unexpected, and I wasn’t sure what to make of them. I walked back in, staring at my reflection as I slipped into the black leather trousers. They hugged my legs perfectly, the matching jeans jacket paired well with the black half-tank top. “Wow,” I murmured to myself, turning to see different angles. It was crazy how he got my size so right. Could it be because we had sex?

Regina's POV I didn't sleep that night. Not because of fear. Not even because of anger. My mind was simply... awake. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, Nicholas beside me, breathing softly in sleep. He had offered to do a press release. I told him not to. What was the point? People would believe whatever made them feel powerful. But I wasn't going to hide anymore either. The next morning, I got dressed with purpose. No soft neutrals. No delicate pastels. I wore a blood-red blouse, sharp black trousers, and heels that clicked like a countdown with every step.

George came to the bedside, took his cell phone, turned on the camera, and took photos. "What are you doing?" blurted Sigrid. Shocked, she rushed toward him. "Delete that!" "Let me take a few more pictures just to prove that you wore the costume," George said, while stepping back a few more steps and taking a few more photos of Sigrid. In the photos, Sigrid looked so ashamed that she wasn't even looking at the camera. After taking more than a dozen photos, George said, "Which one do you wear next?" "I... I don't want to wear any..." she said. The remaining three costumes were so revealing... If she had to wear them and take photos, she would rather keep wearing the maid's costume!

“We could go to the Eiffel Tower or the Louvre.” George didn’t respond and I looked up to him. He just stared at me in awe. “You’re beautiful, you’re perfect.” He complimented me and my cheeks reddened. I was merely putting on a straight short black dress over a white crop top with short sleeves. I paired my outfit with a pair of black Doctor Martens. But then again, George was the kind of man who didn’t hold back when it came to compliments. I really was lucky.

I said, realizing the diamond shaped fabric would barely cover the sides of my breast. “Hey as long as the nips are covered, anything goes there. You’ll be one sexy beast wearing this. Oh! And look, they match!” She was having way too much fun with this. Pulling out red stilettos and a read shiny leather purse, I realized Reggie must have played a hand in clothing choice for me. “Reggie, did you ever think to pick something functional. I mean, my underwear has more fabric than this..thing.” I wasn’t being ungrateful, it’s just I wasn’t sure how well stilettos would be conducive to fighting, if that happened to occur.

For all the times he had treated me like I wasn’t worth it, I was going to hurt him more. He would regret why he had done what he did to me. He had used me and treated me like trash. This was my turn to revenge and get back my children in the process. When I was done soliloquizing about my future wins, I donned the gown and started for the mirror. It was a sexy gown with a long slit which ran from the bottom of the long dress to the lap in front. I held a leg in front, admiring how hot I looked. I was going to be the center of attention at that party.

Hunting Weres and such. I wore a beige satin dress that flowed to my ankles and wrists, chosen to cover my scars. There was a flower décor on the chest—simple, but adorable. I found it in my dusty cabinet. It was made by a dressmaker who paid me with a dress instead of coin, insisting I take it because I was a woman. I never wore grand dresses—except when Riftan took me to events. "Captain," Georgina circled around me. "...I didn't know you had such a good shape!"

She shut the phone off in my face. I went back up the stairs and prepared for the date. I didn't know how classy he wanted me to dress, but I sure went all out. It was a deep v-cut dress that exposed my upper body, it was lacy and see-through too. It was a high split that stopped at the top of my thigh, it was also like a mermaid dress. I wore black pumps a black purse and silver jewelry. I did a heavy makeup look that matched. It was my revenge dress, absolutely stunning.