No. 293 Tight Skirt Exposure

On the seaside promenade, wearing a tight skirt was my downfall. With every step, my legs wouldn’t move the way I wanted them to, so I naturally ended up taking small, quick steps. Every time a strong gust of wind blew, my skirt clung to my body, making me even more conscious of my figure. My heart skipped a beat every time someone passing by glanced my way, but for some reason, those glances felt good. When I tried to step down onto the sandy beach, I nearly tripped on a step and panicked, wondering if anyone had seen me stumble. Even as I regretted coming dressed like this, I’m starting to get hooked on this tight, constricting feeling—I’ll probably end up wearing it again tomorrow. If you see someone walking strangely on the beach, it might just be me. Go ahead and laugh—I can laugh at myself, too. ’tStop