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Haunted Feeling: assless I am being haunted by the Ghost of My Previous Ass. All my jeans, slacks, whatever, were purchased to fit a woman with a rather generous, bubble-shaped caboose. With the exception of the most stretchy, rather tight pants that I own, all of my slacks tend to billow out to shape the curve of where my ass used to be. So no matter how slender I am, my pants still warmly embrace the memory of the ass they knew and loved. My rear end is shrinking and firming, but the pants hold a saggy, deflated space for the ass that they hope will someday find its way back home. I try to tell the pants that Previous Ass is happy, that I gave it away to a family with a nice farm so it can run and play in the fields, but the pants do not believe me. I wind up looking a bit ridiculous, since I'm beginning to cinch in my pants to keep them from falling around my hips. Small, bunched-in waist, and bustle-like pouf behind. It's giving J-Lo (newly christened "Jennifer Lopez") a run for her money. Perhaps I should ask for clothing gift certificates for Christmas. Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |