By James, 2008-2009 (newer stuff is at the end)
(This is a bunch a messages written by James starting in November 2008, a fictional name. My thanks to James for this great contribution! -Z.)
During my teenage years, I was overly conscious of anything that might be looked upon as “wrong” in the eyes of anyone else. In other words, I was too concerned about what everyone else thought or might think, on whatever the subject matter. This is why I would be too shy to even consider wearing shorts or a tank top in public. The thought of going shirtless was out of the question. I would tolerate wearing shorts and t-shirts in physical education class, because I knew that’s what I was supposed to do. However, on occasion, I would slip on a pair of the normal short early ‘80s style shorts (about 1 or 2” inseam) and run around on our property out in the country when my parents were not around. I sensed that something felt good about doing this, but I wasn’t sure what it was. It is safe to say that I was way behind the curve when it came to understanding anything regarding sexual feelings or expression at this time.
Around this same time frame, I recall the innocent pleasure of watching Daisy Duke run around in her complete thigh revealing shorts every Friday night. I gradually developed a strong attraction to girls in super short shorts as I went into my college years. There was something about the vulnerable nature of tiny shorts that started translating into arousal for me. But at that time it was still just an issue of seeing babes in the shorts that did it for me, not wearing them.
As time went on, I further realized that I had an intense fascination with lower curvature of nicely rounded buns as they transitioned into the upper thigh. My fetish had become seeing girls in daisy duke shorts or any type of shorts that would reveal, or come just short of revealing, some of their ass cheeks either from the side view or the back view. I was also fascinated seeing pictures of girls from the front in such shorts (either standing or seated), where the curvature of the bottom of their cheeks could be seen if the picture was taken at the proper angle.
For years, I quietly kept this as a personal fetish, taking every chance I could to see girls in such shorts, or view magazines or videos of the sort. I still had very conservative, worry about what anyone else would think of me if they knew, attitude. So I stumbled through one marriage, in long sleeved shirts and long pants. I still tried to please everyone (including my wife then), and do only what I thought was expected of me. After a few years, she decided to chase an old boyfriend and then file for divorce. At the time, I was devastated. Little did I know, but this would lead to my meeting someone else. And a few years into my second marriage, I developed a new personality. I decided that I was tired of living based on what everyone else thought. I still had my fetish for babes in revealing shorts. But as I’ll soon explain, I started making some changes of my own which evolved into my obsession of wearing those same types of shorts myself.
My wife had been asking me to shave my chest for some time. So about 3.5 years ago, I decided to try it and surprise her. I didn’t think I would like it, but found that I liked the look and feel, as did she. Not long after that, I started wondering how it would fee, and look, if I had smooth legs, too. So I completely shaved my legs, so I was smooth from my feet to my neck. At first, my wife wasn’t sure about the leg shaving thing. But she soon started loving the feel of our smooth legs rubbing together. Around the same time, I had started wearing thong underwear and experimenting with wearing really short shorts around the house. One day, I was wearing some cut-offs I had made while working on the house during the summer. The cut-offs were approximately ½” inseam, so you could see my cheeks if I bent over a little. I was up on a scaffold and my wife was watching me work. She said, “Wow, it’s amazing how I can see the muscle definition in your legs now that they’re shaved. I never have noticed that before”. I was so excited when she said that. That encouraged me to start laying out in my thong to get a good all over tan. It also encouraged me to keep on shaving my legs and wearing super short shorts whenever possible.
At this point, it is normal for me to wear extremely short shorts around the house and on our property. I have a pair of cut-offs that literally expose 2-3 inches of my cheeks. My wife accepts the fact that, if the weather is warm, I’ll be wearing some type of super short shorts around (even though she’d rather see me in the “normal” boring shorts that come to the knee). She knows that I’ve turned into a bit of a showoff. I’ll have some stories later about wearing some of my shorts when we’ve had people over. She encourages me to do a “booty bake” in my thong whenever the weather is sunny. She knows that my fetish is short shorts and smooth legs, whether it is me wearing them or seeing babes (including her) wearing them. Even though she wasn’t sure about some of the changes I made at first, I know my wife likes the fact that I’m doing what I want to do now, regardless of what others think.
It is safe to say that I don’t mind sporting what might be considered a feminine look when it comes to my legs, shorts, etc. I lift weights as a hobby and maintain my smooth, tanned look. So I wear my shorts with confidence, both at home and whenever I am in a public place. In a sense, I’ve taken on the Daisy Duke look that I was so drawn to years ago. It is really a constant, erotic adventure.
Thanks to Zach for providing this site. I’ve become more interested in running style shorts since reading his stories. He’s made me think of more “acceptable” ways of wearing my different types of shorts in public. I’ve done more running lately in some new short shorts. I’ll be sharing some of my past experiences and any new ones soon.
Lifting weights is my hobby. I especially like lower body and core workouts. I have a 5’ wide by 6-7’ tall mirror on one wall of my weight room. I am able to do many of my exercises while watching myself in the mirror. This is good for form on some lifts or routines, and also good for seeing my self in my various shorts. Some of my favorite shorts are made by Bodyaware. They call them vintage gym shorts. I’ve bought three pair of these most recently because my wife liked them and said they look more manly than some of my other styles. These shorts are made of rayon/spandex and have contrasting color 2-3” wide strips on each side. They essentially accentuate the shape of my buns but aren’t really that tight around the front and sides. And they have a minimal inseam. So my thighs are exposed completely. From the sides, they tend to flap up just a little in the back, so you can see the beginning of the cheek curvature. From the back, the bottom edge is right at the base of my cheeks, when I wear them in the normal position.
I wear thong underwear most of the time with my workout shorts, but occasionally only wear the shorts. I enjoy watching my leg and thigh muscles strain as I do lunges, plies, etc. I especially like the positions where I am on my back. When I’m lying down to do different types of crunches, the lower part of my cheeks will show. As I do abdominal exercises on the stability ball, the shorts draw up some, showing the fullness of the lower part of my cheeks from the front view, and the nice transition from my thigh to the cheeks from the side. This is especially true when I workout in my extreme cut-offs. I also like lying on the bench with my feet facing the mirror, to do reverse hyperextensions. Even my vintage gym shorts expose the tanned crease line from my thighs to cheeks in this position.
I lift weights mainly for the health benefits. But another big motivation is to look good in my shorts (and shirts). There are even times when I don’t feel like working out and know I should. The thought of showing off in my shorts (even if it is only in the mirror) pushes me to lift on occasion. I’ve been too shy to wear my cheek revealing daisy dukes in hotel workout rooms. I think that would be a little too risky. But I would not have a problem wearing my vintage gym shorts. I can’t wait to try working out in them the next time I have to travel. The thought of someone checking me out while on a treadmill or while doing crunches, stability ball, etc. is almost too much. I’ll definitely post after the first hotel workout.
Zach, the transition time into my wearing short shorts was quite gradual. I started getting more in it once I saw how good I looked after shaving. Truthfully, I was concerned about what my wife would think at each step I took into getting to where I am now. I started buying thongs and buying/wearing girls' shorts at about the same time. I think it was weird for my wife early on, and she would say things like "you're so funny" at times. But then she would walk by and tickle the bottom of my cheeks if I was standing there in my cut-offs. So she started noticing that I loved wearing them. Then at times, I would say things like, "my favorite thing is smooth legs and short shorts". She definitely knows that my weakness is girls in cheek revealing shorts. We look at fitness magazines together and she knows which pictures I will like the most (the girls in the smallest shorts). She also points out videos with girls in cheeky shorts. Even though we haven't called my wearing a fetish, I think if I were to ask, she would say, "yeah, you definitely have a short shorts fetish".
I'm pretty sure the three neighbors closest to us know about it. We live on 5 acres, as do most of our neighbors. So I dress quite minimally often. I know that one of the neighbors (several people) have seen me outside working in either in just my swim thong or some of my shorts. I've actually walked by their property in some of my tiny Skinz cover shorts rolled up a couple of times, with a couple inches of cheek showing, while I go down to the mail box. That definitely requires a thong or the bulge would be uncontrollable. I have a couple of stories along those lines to add later. The other neighbors have seen me in my daisy dukes in the front of the property when I've been mowing or picking up limbs. They've also seen me run/walking in my Bodyaware vintage gym shorts.
I think one of the ladies I work with, who is a friend of my wife, has some idea about me too. I'll tell you about that one in a brief story later.
I had driven to another town on business. I knew cold weather was coming, and I just had to wear a pair of my vintage gym shorts in public before it got too cold. So I went to a car wash, slipped them on with a small t-shirt, and was my truck. I then stopped at a couple of convenience stores to get gas, then a drink, and of course got a few stares from people. As I got back into the town closest to my home, I stopped into a Subway shop to pick up dinner for my wife and son. A middle aged lady was making the subs while a teenage boy mopped the floor. It had started raining and was about 62 degrees and now was dark outside. I waited for the last customer to leave and got out of the truck. I felt of the back of my shorts and ran my fingers just along the bottom edge. I could feel that my cheeks were perfectly in line with the shorts. I took a deep breath and walked in. As soon as I stepped in, the young man said, “Welcome to Subway. How are you this evening?” I greeted him back and said to the lady, “It’s hard to run in this rain.” I could see her glance at my shorts. Then I placed my order. The young man asked, “So you run?” I told him that I mainly lift weights but do run sometimes, too. He then said, “Sir, if you don’t mind, how old are you?” I said, “I’m 44 now”. He said, “You’re kidding. You don’t look even close to that age. You look a lot younger than that.” He then told me that he was a runner, too. I told him how much I appreciated the compliment. Then as I stood facing the other way, I looked over into the window of the store. I could tell he was looking at my legs and shorts whenever I wasn’t looking toward him. The lady had taken a couple more glances, too. I went into the restroom while my order was being completed. When I glanced at myself in the mirror, my arousal level increased. I slightly pulled the shorts up so the curve of my cheeks would be obvious when I went back out. At this point, my thong was having trouble keeping things in check. I walked back out and paid for the food. I told the lady that “I don’t care for this cold weather. I don’t like wearing long pants.” I then took the bag and carefully held it in front of me since my bulge was becoming more obvious. I told the young man to stay in shape, and you’ll stay young a lot longer. I then took my time as I walked back out to the truck. I’ll definitely have to stop back in again some night.
In the summer of 2007, I was on a business trip in the Florida panhandle. The weather was nice and hot and so I decided to slip on some cut-offs that showed the curve of my cheeks from the side and about ½ inch from the back. It was late at night and I wanted to go somewhere with more people (instead of just the convenience store route). So after mentally preparing myself, I walked into a Wal-Mart in these shorts and a tank top. I was very nervous at first, but once I got in, I just took my time and walked up and down the isles looking at things. I noticed that some guy went out of his way to turn around and look at some movies in the same section I was in. Then I picked up a couple of things to buy, and had to wait in line with two or three women standing behind me. Nothing was ever said that I could hear. It felt awesome just walking around in a public place, with my hands rubbing across my thighs as I walked, knowing people were looking at me.
I was so pumped by that, that I then slipped on my extreme cut-offs that I’ve referred to before. I walked into a convenience store and bought some water and gas. I told the lady clerk and a lady cab driver she was visiting with that I was sorry about the shorts, but I thought I had enough gas to make it home. The cab driver said, “Why are you apologizing?” I said that most people would have a fit seeing a guy dressed like I was. She leaned back and looked at my 1/3 exposed cheeks and said, “You have a nice ass. Hey, if you’ve got it, flaunt it! I say you’ve got to do what feels good.” Then the clerk held her hand up and gave me a high five. I did this without a thong on. What a rush!
I guess you could say my attraction to short shorts mainly occurred as an adult. I think that by getting serious about my lifting weights, toning my body, along with the tanning and shaving, really got me going. And the fact that my wife deals with it helps too. I must have always had a desire to be seen in small shorts though. I can remember about 11-13 years ago, when I lived in Phoenix, AZ, when I would find a less traveled road in town. I would literally cut up some running shorts (slits up the back and sides) and jog around in them at night. But I was in my early thirties then.
Sometimes my wife will make comments that encourage me to keep on wearing my shorts, too. She's told me that my butt and legs look just like a girl's when she's walked in while I've been taking naps in a thong on my stomach on our bed. Just last night, she came over to the couch and said, "look at those legs", as she rubbed them.
One hot day last summer, my wife decided that she wanted to walk a few laps up to the end of our culdesac and back. It was hot out and I had been working outside in a pair of my Skinz cover shorts. These are really just very small running shorts that barely cover the buns and curve up from the front and back to the elastic band, so the entire outer thigh is exposed. I decided that I would run/walk some laps while she walked. So I put on a very small tank top and decided to go in only my cover shorts. I had never worn these on our road before, because they are very revealing. These shorts tend to ride up some as you walk, so after a little while, they will expose the bottom edge of the cheeks whether you want them to or not. I was very pleased that my wife acted as it was perfectly normal for me to wear these. So we walked down the driveway and onto the road. I knew at any minute, any of my neighbors could possibly drive by and see me in these tiny shorts. We were out approximately 20 minutes on the road. My skin was very sweaty and shiny after the jogging, and my shorts were clinging to me very tightly. I heard the neighbors next to our driveway talking on their front porch as I walked by. They had seen me in the same shorts a few weeks earlier. I had walked down to the mailbox with the shorts rolled up twice that time. So 1-2 inches of cheek were showing then (and I heard a few laughs which I loved). But at least these are running shorts. By now those neighbors are used to seeing me in my very small shorts. And they know that I workout and run, which helps.
(January 30th, 2009)
My wife and I went to Florida over the holidays to get out of the cold. The weather was hitting near 80 and so I, of course, took advantage by wearing my Bodyaware vintage gym shorts in public. One evening, I agreed to go to the grocery store for us. I was wearing my black with red trim shorts and a t-shirt. I got to the parking lot, got out of the car and looked at myself in the window reflection. These shorts end right at the base of the butt cheeks, and ride up a little in the back the more you walk or bend. I had a thong underneath for support. So I took a deep breath and headed in. The store was quite crowded, which added to the excitement level. I took my time collecting what we needed and then headed for the checkout counter. Every line had at least four others waiting. So I chose a line and leaned over with my elbows on the handle of the cart and waited. I couldn’t help myself and had to push the limit a little more. So I gradually tugged up on the sides of my shorts as I waited. What a rush it was being stuck in a crowd with my shaven legs, and the edge of my cheeks, vulnerable to everyone’s stares. The shorts also hug the buns, so their exact shape is visible. Before I knew it, there were three people in line behind me. Nobody ever said a thing. When I got back to the hotel, I looked at myself in the mirror from the side. I had no idea the tugging action had caused the shorts to reveal so much of the side of the cheeks. I had not intended to show quite that much! It was great knowing I had spent 30-40 minutes in a crowd dressed that way.
(January 30th, 2009)
When we were in Florida, I got a one week pass to a local weight room. This was a smaller facility with mirrors on all the walls. I went there everyday for five days to workout. I wore one of my three vintage shorts each time. There were at least two other guys there on four of the days. One other guy wore running shorts that were of average length. On the first day, a cute girl came in for a while wearing tights and a tank top. She was very nice and we visited for a while before she left. It felt great hanging out around other people wearing my shorts. I couldn’t help but notice one guy watching me as I worked on the inclined hack squat machine. These shorts end at the edge of my butt cheeks when standing up. So when I’m in the lower position on this machine, the shorts slide up and the lower half to third of my cheeks will show. It was great watching myself in the mirrors as I walked around and worked out.
A couple of weeks ago, I was at a meeting at a fancy hotel out of state. It had a great workout facility. On the last night there, I ended up in the workout room late at night. I was wearing a pair of my vintage shorts with a shorter pair of girls Juniors’ shorts underneath. The Juniors’ are brown with white trim around the leg openings. These have pretty much no inseam and completely hug my buns. When I’m standing, about ½” of my cheeks show from behind. The sides curve up nicely a couple of inches and then back down in the front. From the side, you can see the full curvature of my cheeks as they meet the upper thigh. The smooth tanned skin looks great against the white trim.
I was determined that I was going to pull my vintage shorts off and do a set of free weight squats before I left the weight room. One guy had come in and was riding an exercise bike that was facing the opposite direction of the weight room. Then a security guard was walking by the window to the room periodically. I finally got up the nerve and pulled the shorts off, leaving me only in my Juniors’. I looked in the mirror and thought, “I can’t believe I’m doing this”. Either the guy on the bike is going to get up and see me, or someone else could walk in at any minute and see me. Or the guard is going to see me. But I went ahead and walked across the room, got under the bar, and started lifting. If anybody walked by the facility window, they could have seen me. I finished my set, and headed to the inclined sit up bench that was facing the window. I promptly got onto the bench and hooked my feet at the top with my knees bent. So now, my feet were facing the window. Now if anyone walked by, they’d see my tiny shorts with the bottom of cheeks on display. I did about three sit-ups when I suddenly saw the security guard walk by and look in the window. He must have looked right at me and kept on going. I finished my sit-ups, pulled on my vintage shorts, and headed back to the room. Man, that was fun!
(February 24th, 2009)
I’ve got a quick story about a trip I took last week. I had ordered breakfast via room service the night before, to be delivered at a certain time in the morning. I’m to the point where I will answer my door wearing the little Junior’s shorts with the white trim that I’ve spoken frequently about. I let the room service lady knock twice and then I opened the door. I acted like I had overslept. I had tugged the shorts up on the sides so that the lower edge of the cheeks showed, especially from the sides. I had nothing on under them. I said, "I grabbed my wife’s shorts". The nice lady pushed the table in and said while laughing, "That’s o.k." She stood at the door while I took the ticket and turned my back to her and leaned on the table to fill out the paperwork. I said, "I’m sorry, this is embarrassing". She said, "Don’t worry, you look pretty nice". I fumbled around several seconds (partly on purpose, partly from excitement) with the papers and turned and handed them to her. She said "thank you". I said, "Wait, let me get you a tip". I walked back across the room while she laughed softly. As I approached her I said, "Now you know I shave my legs." As I handed her the money, she said "That’s o.k., you look cute in those". When she left, I walked straight in to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at my smooth thighs and lower part of my cheeks that she had just been staring at and talking about. I couldn’t help but deal with the pressure right then as I remembered what had just happened. The next day, I pulled the same shorts on as high as they would go and took some pictures of myself lying on the bed (with my cell phone camera) as a reminder of the experience.