Elizabeth pulled her lime green and black yoga pants on while watching TikTok videos play out on her smartphone. Other women glanced over at her, trying to convey their irritation with her through non-verbal means. Unfortunately, Liz was focused on the opinionated rants and physical comedy bits and so such passive-aggressive attempts to correct her faux pas - not wearing earbuds so the whole gym locker room had to listen to the endless stream of noise - were fruitless. She laughed out loud at one TikTok, heedless of the dirty looks her braying amusement was earning as she finished tying her tennis shoes.
To be fair, even had she noticed the disapproval of her neighbors, she wouldn’t have cared. She was of the proudly-held opinion that the public sphere was fair game for personal expression, and that expression included watching people dance to pop songs played at her phone’s full volume. Liz was not the sort of person to be cowed by what she viewed as “the oppression of other people’s opinions.” She was living her best life, loud and proud, as she saw it, and if that got other people’s noses bent out of shape, that was a “them” problem.
Liz walked out of the locker room with her phone in hand, still snickering at the snarky captions popping up superimposed over a twentysomething guy dancing to “Stay.” Once she got to the freeweights, she set her phone down at an angle so she could keep watching it hands-free, and bent down to pick up some light dumbbells to warm up with.
There was an alarming R-R-RIPPP! sound behind her, and she felt the taut lycra of her yoga pants suddenly and dramatically give way to her body’s natural form. She felt the cool breeze of the gym air conditioner on her exposed buttocks. Glancing back behind her, she saw the view she was now generously presenting to the entire gym full of people working out: a nearly 40-year old single mom with a full head of bright copper frizzy hair bound back in a lime green headband, with freckles covering the entirety of her pale face and arms, kneeling with her shapely full ass stuck out into the air for all to see. And thanks to the betrayal of her yoga pants, which had split right up the seam and exposed her cheeks and tiny green thong panties, everyone looking in her direction or seeing the mirror’s reflection now knew for a fact that those freckles did cover every inch of her body.
Liz dropped the dumbbells and stood up quickly, slapping her palms protectively over her exposed butt cheeks. She felt her face grow intensely warm with her embarrassed blush, and knew from experience that her pale, freckled complexion meant her blushing would be painfully obvious to everyone who saw her. From the top of her forehead where her kinky carrot-colored hair began all the way down to her freckle-dusted cleavage which was nearly bursting out of her black-and-green sports bra, her skin had flushed a vibrant pink, communicating to the smirking, chuckling, and openly ogling men and women at the gym that Elizabeth did, after all, have a sense of shame.
The snickers and whispered comments followed her all the way back into the locker room, making her ears burn.
“What the hell!” she complained as she turned her hips and looked back at her reflection in the locker room mirror. Her yoga pants were ruined, brazenly putting her freckles bare buttocks on display, and when she stood up straight it looked as though she wasn’t even wearing any panties - just full, freckled ass was visible. She inspected the seam where it split just beneath the black elastic waistband and noticed the top inch of the hole was cleanly-cut, as though the split had been engineered by someone with a pair of scissors before she’d put the leggings on. “Matty!” she hissed.
It wouldn’t have been the first time her bratty teenaged kid had deliberately acted to embarrass her in public, but this little act of sabotage was the first one to successfully subject her to humiliation without her son even being present to witness the payoff. Liz fumed as she thought of all the ways she was going to make that kid’s life a living hell when she got home.
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