I have to stop dressing for work in the dark. I suppose it wouldn't be so bad if I were to get my clothes ready before I went to bed but most mornings find me feeling around in the dark for something similar to a khaki pants and a navy blue polo shirt. This morning my blind fashion feel resulted in a pair of jeans I haven't worn in years.
I didn't think they would fit this morning since they hadn't fit the last time I tried to squeeze them on, but hey, I have lost 15 pounds according to my broken scale so I thought it was worth a try. A little shimmie, a little redistribution of my generous curves and I was able to zip up those Lee jeans. Yes!
The one thing that I didn't consider while strutting around in my skinny pants was the consequence of wearing granny panties (full size women's briefs) under tight fitting jeans. That would be the old excess panty displacement theory. While rearranging my fluffiness to fit the jeans, the volume of fluff contained by my granny panties decreased, leaving a surplus of smooth comfort cotton blend sandwiched between my self and the straight jacket jeans. While the snuggness of the waist band offered no discomfort, the seam line was another story... the butt and crotch seams to be exact. For some reason they seemed compelled to seek out the path of least resistance.
The result: Insta-thong!
I'm sure this could be the start of some bizarre new fashion trend, "convertible panties: one minute a full sized brief, the next minute its a butt flossing thong!", but its not my style. I spent the whole day fighting my self imposed wedgie. Never again, Grrrrrrrrr!
lost again, but thats okay... maybe next week.
Greeting from Gabe in sunny Kuwait.