I ran my hands down the thighs of my pants. My palms gliding across the smooth texture. The way they hugged each curve of my legs, as if they wanted the world to see only the best. And the way they fit me. The designer must have had me in mine when making them. They fit my waist just right, like arms wrapping me in a hug. They weren’t too long, but defintley not too short. Perfect to be worn with my favorite pumps.
I stood gazing in the mirror, barely believing my own eyes. I couldn’t believe that I could look this good. The reflection gazing back at me could not be my own. I turned to the side, running my hand down my stomach, then to my thighs.
These pants were absolutely amazing. I turned around at all angles, just to see how grand they made my lower body look. My butt, my claves, my thunder thighs (that now looked like sprinkling of rain), and they made my stumpy legs looked long and slender. Yes, there’s nothing better in the world than leather pants