Leggings.

I’n not Wearing a skirt or dress. Leggings it is. I got to cover these things up. Walking around with panties all day was almost as bad as walking around naked.

I looked at the different leggings.

White with little colored critters and stars. “Nope!”

Pastel Blue with pink stripes. “Nope!”

I was upset about the whole situation. How could she forget my duffle bag with clothing, what the hell was that slimy stuff and why was it sitting on the blanket like that. It musta been that girl who was house sitting before me. Why would she put that stuff, whatever it was, on the shelf like that?

If it wasn’t for that at least I would have the cloths I was wearing, I would have my wallet, and cellphone. Now I don’t even have those.

Black shiny, with satin pin stripes down the leg length wise. “Maybe.”

Hot pink. “Hell no”

Pastel yellow “nope.”

White with rainbow stars. “Another hell no here.”

“Awe screw it.” I said aggravated. Sting up my ass crack, cock hard from the silk fabric, I grabbed the black ones with the pin stripes, the least faggot looking of the group.