Revealing Clothes Novels & Stories

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Ignoring my negative thoughts I nod, pulling the blanket around me tighter. Rea speaks up. "This one is filled with regular clothes. Baggy clothes and sweatpants or regular pants. Clothes that don't show off too much. And there's bras and underwear." This is the first time I've heard her speak. Her voice is soft, she seems like a nice person. She has dark skin with brains so long they stop at her waist. She doesn't wear lipstick like the other girls, she wears a coat of clear gloss and nothing else. I give her a small smile, lighting my mood whenever I receive one back.

I reached inside and pulled out what I assumed would be a comfortable beach dress. But the moment the fabric unfolded in my hands, my eyes widened in disbelief. The dress was delicate, lacy… and completely see-through. “What the hell?” I whispered under my breath, staring at the piece of clothing in my hands. “What is this?” Still hoping it was just one odd mistake, I quickly began checking the rest of the bag. One dress after another came out, and with each one my shock only grew. Most of them were equally bold, light fabrics, revealing cuts, and designs that left very little to the imagination.

I wore a purple colour dress, it was revealing more than it should be. The cups exposed half of my breast. But it looked amazing. The door behind me opened and Dylan stepped in. “Are you ready?” He asked and he gazed through the mirror. His eyes scanned me from head to toe. “Yeah! I am ready.” He shook his head. “Something needs to be fixed..” His hands cupped my breast from behind and pulled the dress up. “isn't this cloth too revealing?” he chuckled. “You mean I can’t wear revealing clothes?” I frowned.

Shelly’s POV: Step one in my audacious quest to seduce my stepbrother: choosing the perfect outfit. As I dive into the depths of my closet, a treasure trove of fabrics and colors, my heart races with anticipation. My fingers brush against various textures until I stumble upon a stunning ensemble that feels just right—a beautiful off-the-shoulder, short-sleeve v-neck blouse in an enchanting shade of rich green. It dances with the light and complements my skin tone flawlessly, making me feel both elegant and daring.

All the shirts she had seemed designed to expose as much hard-bodied flesh as they could. Straps over the shoulders, exposed midriffs, sleeveless, and cleavage-revealing were all primary factors in the other's women's decisions. The girls had dragged Shamira kicking and screaming (almost literally) into Victoria's Secrets because, in Monique's words, she was going to get fitted for a bra and not play underwire roulette. And good grief, what Clara considered to be "underwear" differed greatly from Shamira's definition. Silk and lace had never been Shamira's thing. Cotton . . . cotton had been good.

Following his stare, she realized he had been staring at another woman. She was tall, with short blonde hair and charming brown eyes. Her dress was form-fitting and bright red, with a high slit, exposing her smooth, tanned leg. Madeline had never seen Matthew stare at another woman that way; Usually he would ignore them completely, giving all his undivided attention to his mate. But why was he ignoring her now? Madeline suddenly felt insecure as she looked down at her flowy, pink dress and her long, brown hair. Would her mate appreciate her more if she wore something more revealing? Or maybe if she cut and dyed her hair?

I quickly put on the gown. It was pretty—pretty wasn't the word; sexy was the right word, and it was the most revealing thing I had ever worn my whole life. I might as well walk around naked. The silk dress was strapless, revealing a whole lot of cleavages, and it had a deep slit by the side, exposing my thighs. "I can't wear this." "It is beautiful." "Isn't it too revealing? What kind of impression would I make on your parents, wearing this?"

She possessed a petite figure that naturally drew men to her. Her dress was a blood-red slip of fabric, tight enough to look painted on. It clung to her breasts, revealing a deep, reckless V-line that looked like one wrong shift would send her cleavage spilling out. The material hugged her hips and stretched over her small, round ass, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

I nodded to chocked up with tears to say anything, she smiled and left the house. ___________________________ I looked at myself in the mirror and I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable... This dress was extremely short... I'm not used to wearing revealing clothes, it was a black short gown with floral patterns on it, it looks deathly expensive, the box even came with heels, I'm not used to wearing any of these, this clothes showed all my curves that is always hidden inside baggy clothes, I'm really uncomfortable but I have to do this, this is the first favor she's asking me so I'll do it, no matter how self conscious I feel letting down my hair in years, I'll