The mall. I like to go there and just walk, when it’s too cold, or too dark outside. I reserve walking at Walmart for special dates. So, last night I was walking out of JCPenney when I spot this hot little number coming out of the bathroom. I’m a leg woman, and his jeans were tight enough to allow a clear assessment of the shape of his legs. Fantastic. I glanced, and as soon as our paths crossed, I waited a second, and returned my eyes to him. To what I was sure would be a glorious view of his buttocks. Much to my surprise, he had turned back at the same moment, and we both ended up looking at each other.
Being as shy as I am, I snapped my head back into position, and blushed furiously as I walked on. I’d been caught looking. I had many things to do last night before I returned home, but when I did, and finally had time to sit down here, I looked at my desktop. I had abandoned a passel of images and files on my desktop, all shrinking-and-giantess related. Then I remember a friend had come by to use my Mac. My friend sat here for a long time while I was very busy somewhere else. A long time. I didn’t even think about it, any of it, until last night. Have I been caught… giantessing? Now I sit here again, all files hidden now as they typically are, just in case… but my heart is pounding, and I keep looking at my analytics, seeing if anyone from my town… seeing if there’s an unordinary amount of visitors from here.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Strangely, all I feel is my heart pounding. I’m not really in a panic, or entertaining any ideas of “hiding the evidence”. If I’m out, I’m out. But I don’t want to be out. I’d thought I’d share that with you, being in the thick of my day as I am, I’ll forget about this at times… but I like company in my misery. deep breathing Over and out… for now. I’ll keep you posted as to horrified stares, or spontaneous vomiting as I enter rooms, or any such new, abnormal happenings.