Gothic Lolita

In the end, most of what I saw in the closet was pretty normal. At least as far as you could see. By opening her closet, I penetrated far enough into Fumiko's privacy. I didn't want to rummage around in her stuff. Besides, she might have come back to her room at any moment.

So while in one half of her wardrobe T-shirts, jeans and school clothes were neatly folded and stacked, the other was crammed with lace, plush and velvety fabrics in pink, dark red, purple and black. Blouses, corsets, flared skirts, heavy platform boots - definitely no clothesthat were suitable for everyday use.

"Yes ... concerning Lolita-Dresses, I'm a bit excessive ..."

I turned around, startled. Fumiko stood in the doorway, a mixture of a bashful smile and a diabolical grin on her face. "These might fit you pretty well." She gave me a school uniform pants and a shirt of her brother.

"I'll change my clothes then, where can I do that?" I asked as the blush slowly faded from my face.