For many years, I was too in the closet to have some fancy jeans, and then when was thrown out of the closet, I was too poor. Last year, in a moment of insanity, I bought some "True Religion" jeans, tried them on once but was still too sore to wear them. So, this spring, having lost the weight that the psych drugs put on, I took them out, and shortened the legs for my size.

The first time I pulled them up, I discovered that the waist line was, yes, THAT LOW! I felt naked! So, I decided to wear a mini dress over them, though I have to admit that it made my butt look Oh so caressable; or you could pinch it if you liked. :)

Just a few steps in them and I realized that they could be trouble for me. I could hardly keep my eyes from crossing! They were so snug in just the wrong places! They had to come off so I could take a cold shower! UNGH! Didn't help. I wakened when the water running on me got cold! Whew!

I forgot about them for a while.

So Monday I put them on and rode my bike up to "Old Navy" to shop. Strolling through the store with sufficent distraction kept things mild for a while, but by the time I rode my bike home again, before nearly collapsing on the carpet, with um "feelings"! I finally did get them off.

Last night, I called a girlfriend. I told her that I did not think I could own them because they make me think Haraam thoughts, like totally forbidden for a woman my age. I told her that with her different deminsions perhaps she could wear them, but for me they are "SEX TOY", Haraam Haraam!

Now, only loose pants and not to look at man! Nerves I thought would never work again after SRS, are now working. I must be very careful.

K