Just the other day, while squeezing into a pair of my favorite jeans which, by no coincidence, are the jeans my husband likes me to wear the most, I remembered a very embarrassing and humiliating clothing malfunction that happened to me just a few years back. It is comical when it happens to someone else but, when it happens to yourself, it is a different story! It happened when I decided to wear these jeans, the same ones I wore the other day. They were in style a few years ago, were not available for a while, and now are once again made. They are called ‘zip-around jeans and are called that as they have a zipper that starts in the front, goes all the way down and around the crotch and all the way up the back. No button or snap. The only thing holding them together is the zipper. They can be unzipped all the way, taken apart and, if you had two different colors of these jeans you could zip them together as i sometimes did. They also had other names for these jeans such as drive-in jeans and easy access jeans.They were made in the 80’s and are now made again. I just recently bought some more of these as they are quite sexy and get a lot of attention but, however, they did in this one embarrassing incident get me more attention than I had ever wanted. These jeans were meant to be worn tight and they were sure tight on me. it was a bit of a struggle to get that zipper pulled up and closed and when I would go out with my husband it was a routine thing for people, especially women, to pass by us and turn and get a look at these jeans. sometimes women would ask me where I got these jeans and would comment on how they looked. I liked that and the attention they got me. My husband did not mind it either, but always teased me by saying that someday that zipper that held them together would pop and I would be in big trouble. Of course I said no and I was so confident of this that I would often go commando. Well, thankfully, on the occasion of my malfunction, I did wear the underwear! It was a fine spring day and we decided to go out for the whole day : go to lunch, do some shopping and go out for dinner. I wore these jeans with what I believe was a tight fitting sweater and the highest heels had. it was in the evening, just after having dinner, and we were in one of the malls doing some shopping when i decided to go into a women’s clothing store. My husband, wanting not to go into this store, left me there and went into a different store, leaving me to shop on my own. I did a little shopping, picked out a few items and, while doing so, was aware of the obvious fact that other women were checking out these jeans i was wearing. I just soaked up all that attention but, however, would not want all the attention I would get in just a few minutes later. After choosing a few items to purchase, I got on line at the register. When I finally got to the register to pay i put the items i was going to purchase on the counter, put my pocketbook on the counter and started looking for my credit card. While looking for my card the cashier asked me a question and in doing so I was distracted and dropped the credit card on the floor. That is when disaster struck! As I bent over to pick up my credit card the zipper on my jeans must have unlocked for as when I got hold of the card, stood up and handed it to the cashier my zipper popped open. It didn’t break, but rather sprung open, unzipping all the way down the front, around my crotch and halfway up the back! It happened so fast and unexpected and the first thought was as if to whether or not i was wearing any panties or not. Thankfully I had a thong on. I quickly tried to grab hold of the zipper pull tab but could not get a grip on it thanks to my long nails and the more I tried, the more I could not grab it and the more it unzipped and the more the jeans began to separate! I was exposed from my bellybutton down to my thong and I could not get them zipped up again! I was terrified they would completely unzip and the struggle to get these jeans zipped again was not made any easier as they were extremely snug and the girl behind the register and the few women in line behind me at the register were giggling and trying their hardest not to totally bust out laughing. I finally gave up and, trying to hold these jeans together with one hand and covering my bellybutton with the other, ran into the dressing room where, with the help of another woman, was able to get the zipper pulled back, the jeans closed and back together. Thankfully the zipper only sprung open and did not break and thankfully I had a thong on. After closing them I quickly walked back to the register, grabbed my pocketbook and exited that store. I found my husband waiting outside the store and suggested it was best if we left the mall as I wanted no more attention for that day. I still wear these jeans and the others I bought, have not had any more zipper malfunctions, but still cannot forget that very humiliating moment!
This post was submitted by Dee Scott.