Soft Clothes Novels & Stories

The contents of my underwear drawer are probably the most expensive thing in my house. What I lift out of the box has me gasping in delight. It's a white colbalt babydoll material with a lace-covered satin bodice and short flowing sheer skirt that I know will show more than hide. There's also a pair of satin white low-rise bikinis that would barely cover the curve of my ass, and a piece of soft scarf-length material. I pull the long piece of fabric out and run my fingers over it. It's just as smooth as the babydoll.

"You grabbed stuff in a rush. You've got two sets of pants and heaps of Blackwell sweats. We're fitting in, yeah?" He led me to a fancy shop hub, a shrine of stone and soft glows. It was daunting. For more than a year, my clothes had been basic everyday gear or the tough, plain stuff from the group. This realm of smooth fabric, fine mesh, and wild costs seemed foreign. I was touching the arm of a plush wool top when I caught the tone. "Sophia? Oh my gosh, Sophia?" My veins iced. I recognized that tone. I pivoted slowly.

she says. “Do you want to just spray some of my cologne on your skin instead?” I suggest with a grin. It would make me feel so much better if she smelled exactly like me so other guys stay away. “You can also just wear one of my black t-shirts tonight. They are super soft, and since you are so tiny, it will fit you just like a regular dress!” I say in an excited voice.

It was almost intimidating. I moved past the structured suits, my fingers brushing against the expensive fabrics, until I reached the section containing his casual wear. Even his casual clothes were high-end, made of soft cashmeres and heavy cottons. Driven by a sudden, irresistible impulse, I reached out and pulled a structured, deep blue button-down shirt from its hanger.

Not old, baggy clothes that barely fit me, because that's all the shelters had. Now my dresser and closet are full of clothes that fit me. Jeans that fit me and show my figure, khakis for something dressy, and knitted pants for something comfy. T-Shirts that fit just right, and button-downs for something nice. And of course, my favorites, oversized shirts and soft sweaters that hang off one shoulder, perfect for lounging around the house. And they pair perfectly with my new pretty panties.

Jessie leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, “We act.” Jessie stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room, her fingers trailing lightly over the smooth fabric of her gown. The eggshell A-line dress hugged her curves perfectly, the nude color blending seamlessly with her skin, creating an illusion of barely wearing anything. Her red hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders, adding a fiery contrast to the softness of her attire.

Then I hesitated, standing in front of the clothing aisle longer than necessary. I chose carefully, Soft shirts. A sweater, simple jeans, a loose dress. Underthings. Feminine hygiene things, I don't know which to pick so I took three different kinds. Things meant for comfort, I added basic toiletries, hair ties, soap, toothbrush, anything she might need when she woke up confused and hurting and scared.

Coward. Faced with the prospect of my first day as Alpha Alexander's personal maid, I stood before the closet, contemplating the array of clothes hanging within. Uncertainty lingered as I sifted through the options, seeking the perfect balance. A long-sleeved T-shirt, adorned in subtle patterns that mirrored the sophistication of the Alpha's mansion, emerged as the ideal choice. The soft fabric promised both ease of movement and a touch of casual elegance, suitable for following the bastard's orders. As I slipped into the snug embrace of skinny jeans and pulled the T-shirt over, a sense of readiness and determination settled within me.

Tove joked. Hollyn's mouth dropped open. "You guys play for clothes?" She looked down at her body. "But I'm only wearing a shirt and shorts...which are weirdly called boxers. They aren't boxes, they're material. So I'm a little stumped on that one, but there you go." "We're only wearing shirts, pants, and underwear. It would be pretty even," I said. "Are you scared you're going to start losing?" I cocked one brow up.