I just had this thing for Chic jeans. They were the hot pair at the time, and I ALWAYS noticed whenever a woman wore them. The logo stiched in the back, the inverted curve in the pockets that came to a point. There was also this little reinforced stitch at the bottom of the fly that was unique to the brand. I could tell from any angle that a woman was wearing them. Terri wore them and looked hot in them, and I had always wanted a pair.
After we split up, I bought a pair and strutted around my apartment in them, checking out my ass in the mirror. I had a way of pulling up my pantyhose that gave me this sexy, feminine ass that looked really hot in Chic jeans. It was a long time before I finally worked up the nerve to wear them in public.
I was empowered one day when I saw this guy in a public building near where I worked. He was with his girlfriend, and he was wearing Chic jeans! I was stunned. I followed them for awhile. Did he know he was wearing girls' jeans? Was he wearing her jeans or were his own? I had to do this, too!
When I finally did, I wore them with a jacket or sweater over the logo. When I would let the logo show, I was making the message clear: "I'm wearing girls jeans!" I had a bit of control that way. Even though the pocket came to a point, from a distance, nothing really looked out of the ordinary. Then, if I wanted to dare expose the fact that I was wearing feminine jeans, I could let the jacket ride up and they could easily see that yellow stitched logo that sometimes literally had young women in stitches.
At first I wore them with my regular shoes because that's all I had other than high heels. I'd go to the mall and pick out a couple really hot girls, get myself in front of them, and let the jacket ride up. Sometimes there would be no reaction, but sometimes I could hear the giggling and the outright laughing when they would realize what I was wearing. The comments like, "Check this out," or "Oh my God! That guy's wearing Chic jeans!" would make it even more of a thrill.
Once, two girls followed me around a mall for about twenty mintues while they snickered and whispered to each other. My face was burning in humiliation.
I still have about five pair of Chic jeans. They're so comfortable. There was a point where I started wearing them pretty regularly.
But sometimes for the time spent, the reactions were just few and far between.
Now, if a guy is wearing back-zip jeans, there is absolutely no mistake.
I'd wear pants like these out in public and if a group of girls saw me, there was almost always a guaranteed reaction. Tight in the front with dicklet tucked away, no pockets, zipper in the back. They'd get hysterical!! (I didn't have a chain like in this picture)
Sometimes young girls in groups could be almost vicious dealing with a little sissy boy. Some of the remarks were priceless. "Look at this fag!" "He's got a girl's ass!" "Ohmigod, is that like an open invitation?!!"
Shopping excursions in my sissy jeans were were almost always humiliating.