Most days, my attire is pretty simple - grey’ish or blue’ish skirt and jacket suit combo, buttoned business blouse/shirt with or without a collar, and some kind of matching heels that are either 2.75” or 4” depending on what I have on that day.
Every business suit combination that I buy, I always grab a matching pair of pants to go with the skirt, just in case. I rarely ever use the pants. There are times where I’ve worn a suit for a year or two, decide to donate it, and realize that I’ve never worn the pants - St Vinnie’s routinely get brand new suit pants from me a couple times a year.
Today, I wore pants.
I woke up, got the girls ready for school, handed the off to Jamie to deliver them to their government mandated indoctrination facility that costs us about $50k per year, and made my way to the shower.
I washed my hair, shaved my legs and armpits, and when I got out and dried myself off, I stood in front of the full length mirror on my wardrobe door entirely naked and said out loud, “I feel like wearing pants today.”
With that decided, I grabbed some under garments, and pulled out a pair of grey slacks from the back half of the closet.
One thing that is slightly annoying is that because I spend a lot of time in the gym doing power squats, my thighs and ass have gotten more muscled. As a result, my ass is rounder. Pulling on pants that bought even a year ago means they are fine in length and in the waist, but the ass and legs are tight.
I had to change panties into a seamless pair otherwise people could see a visible panty line which is a horrible fashion faux pas. Then my bra didn’t match, but at this point, I didn’t care.
Exacerbating the issue was that pants look better with the 4” heels, but the extra elevation makes my ass pop more. The tight pants and ass popping are not a great combination, but I pushed through because Goddammit, I wanted to wear pants.
I’m writing this as I scoff down some salad at lunch, but four people today have commented on my pants. My secretary, who is the most inappropriate woman in world, saw me walk into my office, followed me in and said, “Can I squeeze your ass? I don’t believe that’s real.”
One of my fellow partners in the firm said he’d known me for nearly fifteen years and can’t recall ever seeing me in pants at the office. I don’t think that’s necessarily an exaggeration on his part.
I went down to the cafe to get coffee and the barista lady hollered at me as I approached to place my order, “Ohhhhhh! Ms Bethy, you wearing pants!”
Having people you know commenting on your appearance all day is really disconcerting. It’s not bad and I’m not uncomfortable, it just puts you off balance slightly.
It’s fascinating how people see you in their mind’s eye and then when something is a bit different, they can’t help but comment. It’s been an interesting experience, I’m going to have to wear pants more often.
On an aside, yesterday I mentioned the fact that I like to occasionally get an erotic massage. I also wrote about it on Medium if you’re interested in reading more.
The last time I heard someone referred to as Ms (Miss) Betty, I think I was watching Romper Room.