This story was originally published as part of the Tight Jeans Zone Webzine.
Karen - High School Reunion
Karen put back the letter on the desk,
and lean back on her chair. "High school reunion" she
said to herself. That can be interesting. "What should I
wear? There's no dress code specified"
She browsed through her wardrobe: about two dozens pairs of tight
jeans of different models, a few dresses and skirts, high heels
shoes... "I know" she said "I will dress for the
time period when I was there: 80's. Tight jeans, satin shirt and
high heels sandals. Now, where will I find that."
She searched around, then, one day, she was passing time in a
flea market, when she noticed a pile of used clothes for sale.
She looked to the piles, and then they were. Original Sergio Valenté,
tight cut, bright white stitching, almost in perfect condition,
except for the zipper who was broken. "I guess they were
wore very tight" she said to herself. Then, one table away,
a bright yellow satin blouse. Just under that table, a pair of
boots, beige, under the knee length with high heels, the exact
kind that was wore in that period. She tried them on. A little
small, but they will do. She grab the stuff with obvious joy,
and went to the cash register.
"Disco Fever hey" said the lady at the register.
"Yeah" answered Karen. "High school reunion...
Lets go back to the good ol'days".
"You sure got the right attire. Okay, you noticed the zipper
is broken on the jeans right? Okay, $2.00 for those, $5.00 for
the blouse and... hum... $10.00 for the boots. Is that okay with
you?"
Karen couldn't be more pleased. She got all her reunion outfit
for less than $20! And thinking that some will buy fancy dress
for a couple on hundreds of dollars.
She left the jeans at a repair shop and the blouse at the dry
cleaner on her way home. Two days later she went back to pick
them up. She decided not to wear them before the reunion day,
to surprise herself as much as the others.
Saturday: reunion day.
The schedule included a dinner, then dancing, followed by anything
that might happen. So, in the afternoon, about an hour before
the time to go, she got dressed. She first put on the blouse,
rather loose fitting. She liked the feeling of satin on her skin.
Then came the jeans. The lady at the repair shop had anticipated
that they were going to be wear tight, so she put on a heavy duty
zipper... and it came handy. Karen had to twist, jump around,
and try every moves she knew to put on the jeans. They were REALLY
tight. At one point she thought that she wouldn't fit in them.
Finally, they were over her hips, and the crotch was as high as
it can go. The high cut waist actually made it easier. Now, the
zipper. She took her handy-dandy pliers and started to pull. She
suck her stomach in, and took small breathes. Slowly, the zipper
was going up. After almost 45 minutes, it was up. The button was
fastened easily. She tried to get up. She was stiff, hardly bending
at the waist and hips. Those were the tightest she had the chance
to put on. She rubbed her hands of the thighs, and felt how tight
it was. Every seams wanted to explodes. The zipper was stressed
to it's limit. Then she realized that she had forgot to put the
boots on before fastening the jeans. Unzip it? Now way. Much more
fun to do it like that.
So, she struggled to put the boots on. She put them over the jeans,
like it was the trend at the time. Finally, she was ready. She
walked around. "I wonder how I'm gonna dance in these, much
less have dinner".
She realized rapidly that there was no way she could drive her
car, she wouldn't be able to sit behind the wheel. So she called
a cab. She had an amused smile at the driver's face when she leaned
on the back seat.
When she entered the ballroom, almost
everybody stopped talking and looked at her. She was the only
one with jeans. Every body else was in tuxedo and evening dress.
Arrived Christine, the party host. "Hi Karen. Nice to see
you!" then with a lower voice "didn't you see the note
about the formal dressing code?".
Karen blushed. "No, I'm sorry. There was nothing mentionned,
so I thought coming dressed like we did in those days..."
she said, while getting the invitation out of her purse.
"You sure do got the disco look" said Christine, while
looking at the invitation. "Well, I'm sorry Karen. Seems
your invitation had a misprint. The whole section about the dress
code isn't there. Well, since everybody saw you and you couldn't
know the dress code, lets not make a whole big fuss about it.
If you don't feel too ackward, just come in!"
"But of course", said Karen with a big smile, knowing
that every guys's eyes were on her, or rather her butt. And the
topic of the discussion suddenly changed. From "I'm now a
doctor... " to "Remember when my tight jeans ripped
off in the classroom?".
At the end of the evening, Christine approached Karen. "I
have to confess: you look gorgeous, and I have to admit, you saved
the party."
Karen looked puzzled. "How come?".
"Before you came in, everybody was trying to impress everybody
with how well they've done after graduation. It was looking like
a contest, and the ones who did average, were having a bad time.
Now, all they talked about is what was going on in those days,
and that's the fun in those reunions. Remembering funny stuff.
Everybody is talking about making another reunion, Saturday in
two weeks. Dress code: 80's. You're invited, and I don't think
you'll have problems finding the right clothes."
"Great!" said Karen " I'll be there!".
(c) 1999 - Pete.