The Fourth Closet Graphic Novels & Stories

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

It was replaced by built-in cabinets in an off-white finish. Every trace of my life, from books, awards, to pictures, was missing. The space was now furnished with clothes, bags, and shoes. My room in the apartment I had paid for had been converted into Cass’ walk-in closet.

I started investigating his closet for my clothes, checking out in the rack and finding nothing led me to the drawers, I opened the first one - there were his clothes, second - nothing, third -again nothing of my use, fourth - same and the last one, It was the moment I got stuck for a minute when my eyes landed on a picture of a naked girl unconscious. I gasped to look at the pile beside that picture. No.

I mean if it was just a closet, then I wasn’t doing any harm right? The entire room was done up in dark wood and mood lighting, a very no nonsense look right in tune with Damien. The man really needed to liven up his life. Some of the closet space was open shelving and some were closed. I wanted to open all the closed drawers and find out everything about him. Everything seemed to be organized by color almost like you would expect to see in a clothing store or a high end men’s boutique. There were too many black and white shirts, no blues, greens.. Why did the man live such a monochromatic life?

he grunted, as if I were an underpaid stagehand interrupting his rehearsal. Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. I slipped inside, eyes fixed firmly on the top shelf where the bleach usually sat, doing my best not to step on any discarded clothing or… fluids. The closet was narrow, the air thick with the sour-sweet tang of too many overlapping perfumes, and I had to brush past them more than once just to reach the mop bucket. Each time, I felt a prickle under my skin, like standing too close to a live wire of hormones. “Close the door on your way out,” Fitch drawled lazily, his voice low, commanding—almost predatory. The kind of tone that made half the girls here swoon and the other half sharpen

His room rests deprived of any family picture, not that he had his to begin with. The entire room had more of a hotel room ambience rather than that of someone actually occupying the room. Apart from the walk-in closet filled with designer clothes, one would never come to think of this particular room actually being occupied.. and yes, I’m quite the observer. Spotting a specific section inside the walk-in closet that had a variety of clothing with anime characters on. My face breaks into a huge grin as I leap in joy. Wishing nothing but to have a closer look, I cross the remaining distance, forgetting my place as an employee.

I wondered if there was a curtain I could draw up to shield me from the sub jr it eventually shone through. On further exploration, I found that there was a hidden closet, painted to look just like the green walls of the room. I opened it to find clothes hangers, and I decided that when I was truly settled in and had a job to help me to pay for them, I would be getting myself enough clothes to fill them up.

I opened it. I gasped when I saw rolls and rolls of my favorite brand of clothes. I saw American Eagle, Aeropostale, Hollister, and Victoria Secrets. I blushed when I opened the V/S Logo on the bag in the closet. I saw all kinds of pink, red and black. I thought my face was tinted pink before now it was blown red. So, I grabbed something quick out of the bag. I didn't see the color and then I grabbed a nice American Eagle sweater and a piece of American Eagle Jeans. I closed the closet doors and then I walked over to the bed. I still had the towel wrapped around my tiny body. I wish I had a little more meat on my body. But I was made in God's image the way he made me small.

Astrid could feel her cheeks grow warm at the thought. “I was just showing you the little present I got for you. I used my employee privilege to get it on a discount, but it was still expensive. You better use it. Now, open it and look.” With unsteady hands and flustered cheeks, she touched the comfortable fabric of Cassia’s gift inside the bag before taking it out. If her cheeks were warm before, they were burning now. Holding a lace garter lingerie in her hands, she turned to Cassia, her voice coming out like a squeak. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

It almost seemed like he had been preparing for this. I walked into the closet and an audible gasp left my lips. Wait….it…it wasn't this big the last time I came in here. How was it so gigantic now? Two king beds could comfortably sit in the closet. The spaces were demarcated by colours. Stephan's cabinet had a steel grey colour while mine carried a milky white glow. I walked to.the undies rack, slipped the diary underneath a sea of panties and covered it up. If he found it, I could accuse him of being a pervert.