Ambushed in the change room!
By my own ass, no less. It’s the 3-way mirror’s fault. Feeling great about myself – finding that cute perfect-for-me dress – that I actually have the money in hand to pay for – I sashay my ass into the change room. I cast off my clothes and as I’m turning around, I catch a glimpse of something in that 3-way mirror.
I was wearing a thong on account of the fact that the particular
jeans I’d worn were tightish and I didn’t want panty lines. This was not a sexy thong – I still wear the maternity thongs that
have that nice wide waist-band – even though the last time I was pregant
was almost 9 years ago. They are fashioned from man-made fibres – they
will survive the APOCALYPSE as long as I continue to wash them. Which I do and have been ever since I bought the suckers. I know how important it is to be wearing clean underwear… Sorry, I got distracted by the thong… The glimpse that I caught in the mirror was my bruised ass! On either side of the thong bit that goes between your cheeks, I had deep blue bruises on my ass. What the hell had I done to myself? How could my ass be bruised? How does one even DO that?!?
I reach down to see if the bruises actually hurt and they are not actually bruises… it’s ass lint. I have blue ass lint from my jeans. AND as if that wasn’t depressing enough, as I haphazardly glance up, I can also see my back in the mirror. Bulgy-bulgy-back-bulges around my bra. Above it and below – made worse because I’m contorting my head around to view the ass lint damage. I spin back to face front, but I’m in a 3-way mirror – and although I can no longer be horrified by the ass lint I can still see on both my right and left, bulgy-bulgy-back-bulges. I have to jump to the side, out of the mirror’s view and flatten myself against the wall NOT to see them. In the blind spot of the change room, I struggle into that perfect-for-me dress. I reach out with one leg and unfold the mirror’s right side – then I do the same to the left side so there is now one large flat mirror in front of me. I jump in front of the mirror – giving a heroic “HAH!” And damn, don’t I look fantastic in that dress!
