You held up the pair of dark blue denim jeans. The cut and shape of the pants told you they belonged to a girl, and a large one at that. You checked the tag, "18". Yeah, this belonged to a pretty chunky girl.
Your first thought was that they must be your mother's pants, but you hadn't seen her wear jeans in ages. Clearly these belonged a much younger women. On impulse you began to check the pockets and in one of the front ones you found a folded up note, it read, "John, hopefully you've found this note before someone else does. I know it sounds weird, but try these jeans on, then give me a call at the number below. All will be explained." You didn't recognize the number, although the area code was local.
This, is extremely weird, you thought.
Still, you were interested. How often did you find mysterious notes in mystery jeans?
I might as well call whoever this is.
But first you had to try on the jeans. You turned them over in your hand; They had that worn-in feeling that old clothes tended to have. You held them up to your nose and took a quick sniff. Someone had washed these, and recently; There was still a pleasant, flowery aroma to them. You thought about trying the pants on right there in the basement, but the thought of your mother or even one of your sisters coming home and catching you wearing women's clothing was too terrifying to tempt.
It'll be safer if I put these on in my room.
Upstairs and in your room you closed the door behind you and locked it for good measure. Feeling slightly nervous, you removed your pants and began tugging the plus-size pair over your feet. The jeans were skinny cut and you found it difficult to get the cuffs over your larger feet and ankles. Still, the jeans had some give and in short time you were pulling them up over your hips and butt. You buttoned them up and took a look in the mirror. As tall as you were, the jeans barely came up to your waist. On a smaller girl, maybe one a foot shorter or so, you could picture these sitting comfortably at the navel. You pulled at the top of the jeans, there was a good six to seven inches between your stomach and the zipper.
I guess I'd have to put on some serious weight to fill these up.
Feeling oddly disappointed, you reached for the note and started dialing the number at the bottom.
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