Revealing Clothes Novels & Stories

This stuff is more like silk and looks way sexier. After putting the ‘costume’ on, I realize just how revealing it actually is. The top doesn’t quite cover the girls, which means lots of under boob being displayed, and I’m quite sure my ass cheeks are hanging out of the back. I don’t even want to see how much of my lady bits are showing. I fought to try and get a little more coverage, but in the end it was useless. I gave up and rushed to get into position before Scarlett came looking for me.

Rule number 4: A lady never reveals any skin beyond the face, hands and feet, it only to be seen by her mate. I should have been happy, should have been ecstatic because no one hated clothes more than myself, yet it had been drilled so much in my head I could not help but feel so exposed. The dress had a deep V going down my chest, revealing even a bit of my stomach, some parts of my boobs showing and making me stare in utter horror.

"This is so not me. You guys always get me in the most revealing things." I look at myself in the full bathroom mirror. The dress is black with a little stone diamond belt. There are no sleeves and the dress ends just before my knees. It was tight and sexy, and I'm going to give Chris a heart attack. It was truly beautiful, but I felt too out there. Exposed.

The kind of place where love stories were supposed to unfold. Well, that was nothing more than wishful thinking. I quickly unzipped my travel bag with a huge smile, eager to go out and explore. However, my smile gradually disappeared and turned into a scream of horror. "What is this?!" I exclaimed in shock, checking the bag's contents with growing dismay. Inside were silk nightgowns, not proper dresses. They were revealing and showed more than they covered. Delicate lace, sheer fabrics, plunging necklines, everything designed to seduce rather than provide modest coverage.

She opened her closet and stood before it, marvelling at the array of clothes and options she had to choose from. "Why don't you show me what else you have got?" Roberts teased, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. She laughed, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she slowly undressed. "I'm about to show you everything," she winked. She began to take her clothes off while Roberts watched her with desire in his eyes. She began unbuttoning her blouse slowly and pulling it off, revealing her bare shoulders and the lace bra underneath. She could feel his intense gaze burning her skin when she reached for the skirt.

“Do you realize the only color you have in your closet is black, and the only clothes you have are jeans and t-shirts?” “They’re comfortable clothes. I wouldn’t have to worry about my ass being on display in them as I did in this. And what’s the deal with all this cleavage?” I inquired, tugging the dress up to conceal the overwhelming view of my c-cup breasts, which just drew away from what wasn’t there below my ass. “This is absurd!” I sighed, frustrated.

I found it quite odd at first but then I resorted to leaning onto what fate had given me, because I don't get good things all the time. There are lots of pretty clothes in the large closet too—too indecent for a nun to wear but I love them a lot. I know Mother isn't the one who kept them here, so who did? Not giving myself much time to ponder on that thought, I went in for a cold shower. One of the nightwears among the new dresses in my closet appealed to me. It's black just like my habit, but stops only mid-thigh. It shows a lot of cleavage and is a little transparent, probably the most sacrilegious thing I could ever wear.

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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.