...or masturbate? it doesn't seem like it should be a hard decision, but lately, i swear...
there was a brief period of time stretching a couple of years where i seriously underestimated the size of my ass.
this disillusionment led to me giving jenndaly at least 5 pairs of really really cute dollar store underwear that wouldn't fit over my ankle. several years later, when she was either too hungover to see the size, or feeling over-zealous about the size of her own ass, she purchased a pair of really cute gitch that allowed her to give back to her skivvy fairy. she thought it read xxs. but it really read 2xL. and it fit me great.
these days, with my weight situation being what it was in junior high, i wonder sometimes if i should have kept all that gitch i gave away. and the super hot black pants. and the prom dresses. and all the awful clothes i swore i would never be able to fit into again.
but i know, deep down, that all i really want are the one pair of gitch that girlface altered. frilly and white, with a touch of flower. she sewed pee-wee's face on the front and printed across them "master-bator"...or something to that something...
would she really believe that my ass is that small now?
would she believe i could get my ass back in sassy?
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