Seamless

This was a fictional short story I wrote for a contest in the Fall of 2013.  The topic could be on anything but it was urged to be about a woman or women.  The rules stated it had to be less than 800 words.

I thought I’d share it here…

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Title: Seamless

Meredith was 35 years old when she wore her first real thong for an entire day.  Of course she had tried on the teeny, tiny panty prior to that.  However she had always removed it within a few minutes.  She remembered thinking that a fish was nipping at her rear end as it hugged her butt cheeks.  Better yet it seemed like a lobster was pinching her insides.

This time Meredith was determined to take a different approach to those thongs.  After all, Meredith was not the same woman who first tried a pair on in her teenage years and again in her twenties.

As a girl, she found it silly and laughed as she quickly removed them.  As a young woman, she just found thongs odd and uncomfortable, much like her own self.  Now in her mid-thirties, Meredith found them as a challenge, as a means to redeem herself.   She had become so seamless, so consistently boring in her routine and way of life.  She had birthed two children.  She had been married to the same man for ten years.  She hadn’t gotten ahead in her career like she had planned.

The thong represented a sense of confidence Meredith wanted to gain back, a sex appeal and a zest for life that she had not had experienced in a while.  She had just purchased a pair of tan, tightly-fitting pants.  She was proud to fit into them.

Over a year after her second child was born, she finally lost the final pregnancy pounds.  Meredith could look into the mirror now and not feel disgusted over her reflection.  Still she lacked poise.

The only way she could wear those pants out in public was by including a thong or nothing at all underneath.  Meredith wasn’t ready to go full commando yet so the thong would have to do.  She slipped on the pink one, soft and feminine.  The black one would be saved for later, bolder times.

A long hard breath came out from her mouth.  She knew she took two steps that made her walk funny-looking.  Get a grip before you let this grip get the better of you!  She said to herself.

I am woman.  I can do this.  I’m sexy.  I’m powerful.  I am wearing a thong.  She tried to give herself this pep talk.

Another deep breath and a sigh escaped her.  She sat down on a chair, defeated.  I don’t feel sexy or beautiful.  This just feels like a wedgie.  This doesn’t feel like me.

She stood up again trying to gain back some composure.  I’m not a runway model but I’m a damn good woman, mom, wife, daughter and friend.  I can do this. I can wear this.

Meredith walked around the house obtaining the feel of her thong.  She checked herself in the mirror.  Not bad.  This top looks great with it.  My new earrings compliment it as well. 

Meredith decided to do some chores around the house to make the fit feel more normal. She brushed her teeth.  She grabbed a coffee mug and filled it up with her favorite dark roast blend.  Soon she was going through her usual check list of things to do before stepping out the door; only this time she did have a bit more sass in her stride.

She strapped her daughter into the car seat. “Mommy you look pretty,” the girl said.

“Thank you sweetheart, you look pretty too!”  Meredith replied and smiled back.  She pulled the van from the garage ready to take on the day.

As the hours passed by, Meredith was becoming more used to the thong and her improved self too.  She walked around the office like she knew a good secret that no one else understood.   For a few seconds, she even felt giddy.

Still she did have a few moments of panic here and there.  What if my butt sweats – will it show on the outside?  Could the thong possibly get stuck up there?  Would it leave a mark that wouldn’t go away like the stretch marks on my belly?

When Meredith went to the bathroom five times that day to dig the panty out from her butt cheeks, she realized that thongs were not practical as her everyday attire.  Still Meredith was proud that she wore them for twelve hours without switching them for a more traditional pair.  She did look amazing in those tan, tightly fit pants.

This seven dollar garment had enhanced her ego just a bit.  Meredith felt uplifted, more forceful and braver.  Perhaps tomorrow she would wear the black one.