Tris Divergent Costume Novels & Stories

No time to dye Jerica’s hair black like we’d planned for Trixie, but at least I could make her less recognizable. When I dragged her to the bathroom, she was still limp from the wolfsbane. I stripped off her costume and makeup, changed her into plain black leggings and a hoodie from the emergency bag, and brushed out her hair. With one firm snip, I cut it all to her shoulders. “No chance I’m letting those pigs get a peep show,” I muttered, dragging her limp body back out.

So perhaps, Tricia wasn't the devoted housewife she portrayed, after all. At around two in the afternoon, Tricia strolled out of the house, dressed to kill, in a sexy, scandalously short, royal blue, fitted dress with silver hooker heels. Her long blonde mane was curled and styled to compliment her slutty attire perfectly. Cassie's jaw hit the floor. It was a complete and shocking transformation from the jeans and t-shirt, Tricia normally wore, and if Cassie recalled correctly, the dress that just barely covered Tricia's cooter was among the photos of provocative attire that Jason provided.

I stood in the center of the living area, looking at the reflection of the woman in the glass. Tristan had left this "outfit" for me on the bed as Natalie had said. It was a dark emerald bikini, barely more than a few scraps of silk, covered by a knee-length white kimono dress that was so sheer it was practically a suggestion. It was a costume designed for one purpose: to remind me that I was no longer a person, but a view. The first day I stayed all alone. He didn't return and I didn't know where he had gone and didn't care. It was when I woke up the next day that saw a note beside the bedside phone that I was supposed to call him when I had settled in.

I don't know if I should be sad that such a thing would literally kill Tris, or be grateful to Nixie for willing to hand over such a gem to me without question. "Let's begin," Nixis said. "Go into that room and change into the white cloth that's in there, let me make the preparations." I nodded and went into the next room. Just like Nixie had said there was a white cloth, it was more of a gown that had some of the symbols drawn in the shrine on it. I took off my clothes and changed into them. "Thank you, Tris," I said one last time. "It's okay," Tris said sadly.

“Uhm, can someone please tell Mrs. Colton not to go around unaccompanied? She might get lost in my maze of dresses…” “Oh, please, I can hunt Wolfram in the forest with his gear on.” Trisha’s voice came from one side. She was carrying two dresses: one was a thick princess dress, while the other was a custom design on display. “Here, here, call your designer who made these.” Delta walked toward her and collected the dress, seeing the perfect thickness and silhouette on the princess dress. However, she seemed to like the bodice of the custom one. Then it clicked in her.

"Positions, people." Trish moved to the edge of the pool deck facing the beach. Cara moved into position behind her, Cara's dress the same as Trish's, only pale aqua in color. Angie's dress was pale seafoam green. It occurred to Jessi that together, the dresses matched the color of the ocean beyond them. "Are you ready, Mom?" Adam wore wheat-colored linen slacks and a vest over his white shirt. His aqua tie matched Judd's and Alex's.

One of Tristan's men stood there, holding out a package. "Sir Tristan wants you to have this," he said, his voice cold. I took the package, confused. What was this? He spoke again. "He said you need to be ready by two.” " O-oh,” I managed to reply before he turned and left. I went back inside, tore open the package. Three boxes were stacked inside. I picked the first one. Inside was a long wine-colored gown with a high slit, thin sleeves, roses stitched on one arm, and gold stones glittered everywhere. "Woah," I gasped. It looked amazing.

She handed the camera to Flora and held Trish's shoulders, wanting several photos of together with "her little sexpot" Just short of the rocks, the boat owner cut off his motor and dropped an anchor. Eve and her companions then did something that surprised the American: they got undressed and stashed their clothing in a water-proof bag. The younger Pierre passed out snorkeling gear to the group. His eyes scanned Trish as he handed her a mask and flippers. Trish was looking at him as well. Along with his muscular body, he had a nice large cock that now was on display. She badly wanted to touch it and couldn't get her mind off thinking how much she'd like to have him inside her.

After Trisha's conversation with Trixie, she unpacked the boxes on the paper bag Mister Vero gave her last night. She was ecstatic to realize that the things in front of her right now would play so much of a big help for her. She started to fit them one by one. She wanted to see which among them Mister Vero would like her to wear. She would love to wear them one by one and walk like a model on a runway in front of him, but she was told to choose one among them and wear it to his booth tonight. She prepared a front-open dress to top the lingerie.

Trinity I lowered my head and followed the three women to the bathroom and let them put me in the bathtub. They tended my wounds and washed my body like she was some precious princess. Meanwhile, I had to force myself to breathe through my rising panic as I tried to figure out if I could escape this place in one piece. They put me into a dress that was more fabric than I would have ever chosen but wasn’t tight or uncomfortable. I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror. The gown was trimmed with a metallic color somewhere in between gold and copper. I thought of red gold for a moment, something out of an old mythology book. The dress flattered my figure, but it wasn’t something I would ever we