About those jeans

Looking about, Julie could see that the mall was starting to become more populated, the usual influx of early afternoon shoppers beginning to flow into the mall. She'd have to be more careful of where she made adjustments to her outfit now.

She headed into one of the nearby restrooms, and quietly locked herself into a stall. Sitting on the toilet seat, she used her scissors to carefully snip away the legs of her jeans just below her knees, then stood again. As she looked down, she couldn't help but feel it wasn't quite enough, that she needed to do something else. A thought occurred to her. Following it, she folded the waistband of her jeans down a bit, feeling her breasts bounce freely as she struggled to get it folded. When she was fnally done, it rested just above her mound in front, her hips and nearly a quarter of her ass exposed from the sides and rear.

She stepped out of the stall, and took a quick look at herself in the mirror. Her jeans (now capri jeans, she mused to herself) showed off her tanned calves quite nicely. Lifting her blouse, she could now see the waistband of her thong around the entirety of her jeans, and a flash of the red panel just above the waistband. By folding the waistband, she'd kept the tension in the slits she'd cut into the backside.

She smiled, a faint flush touching her cheeks, as she did a quick spin in front of the mirror. She felt incredibly liberated right now. An outfit like this did her so much more justice than the frumpy outfits she used to wear, and she couldn't help but try to imagine what was going through other people's minds as they looked at her. As the faint tingling in her loins threatened to turn to full-fledged arousal, she **** the thoughts from her mind, focusing instead on what she should do next.