"You shouldn't wear something tight for now. So this is okay."
"I like it," Mylo smiles softly, taking in his reflection from the long mirror. Although, the humid air in the room has cast a velvet white veil over the glass, obscuring his reflection with water droplets coalescing.
He is still able to see the loose white short that doesn't reach his knees. And the fuzzy yellow turtle neck sweater that looks too big on him, almost covering his shorts.
He looks so small in them, warm and cuddly.
Ma Jane drapes Mylo's fluffy sweater, fixing his hair, "These are made with expensive fibers, it will keep you warm always."
"Thank you, Ma Jane."
"Aeii, don't thank me, thank your Alphas. They are building a closet for you and it will arrive today. It will contain every style that will suit your taste. Shoes, house wearables and jewelry boxes."
"What is the occasion, Ma Jane? It's not my birthday."
