Ok, my day is done and I am home. Just kicked my heels off and dinner is in the oven. About my misbehaving jeans, I forgot how many pairs I had. Just looked in the closet and took inventory. I have 4 in dark blue, 3 light blue, 3 black, 1 white, 1 red and 2 in acid was peach. Also have a pair that zips around from front to back and has full length zippers on the outside of each leg. Yikes! That is a lot of potential malfunctions! I can't recall how many times my husband and I went to the movies and, after the movie had started, it was time for him to start feeling me up in the theatre. Once he would open my jeans it was my concern as to how in the world would I ever get them shut again. Worst yet, what if that zipper should break? I am done! I would have to exit holding up two pant legs. Thankfully the zippers are heavy duty.
Well, I have some time on my hands till dinner is ready and I promised another "malfunction". Dress malfunction or halter top malfunction? Dress malfunction it is. Ok, shortly after we got married I had my breasts enhanced. A modest A cup to D cup with the addition of silicone gel. Time for new tops. I ordered an outfit from Frederick's of Hollywood. It was a strapless, full length rear zipper stretchy denim minidress. Like a miniskirt and halter in one. Came with a matching garter belt, thong, stockings and denim pumps. The price was cheap, so was the quality. I put this outfit on and had reservations about it from the start. Particularly the dress zipper. Very snug. No, tight. But form fitting and showed my curves well and I wore it around the house at least half the afternoon before we went out for a casual dinner that evening. Well, during dinner I had to make at least ten trips to the ladies room to fix my stockings. All I had to do was make the slightest movement and the garter straps would come unfastened. They popped off my stockings just walking from the car. Then my boobs started to slip out of the dress cups. I could not wait to finish eating and leave. We finally left, and that is where the real trouble started. We just walked down the steps from the restaurant and were maybe a minutes walk to the car when I felt a snap, followed by the feeling that my dress was opening. That is an understatement. The rear zipper slide had completely popped of, the dress completely opened up and fell on the ground in front of me. I almost tripped over it. We were holding hands as we were walking and I quickly tore my hand away and threw both of them over my boobs. I ran a few steps, my husband helping me, them told him to get my dress. He didn't want to, but I insisted and like a idiot stood there squiming around in just my heels, stockings and garter belt and trying to cover up with my hands. We ran to the car and I can be thankful that my dress did not pop off me in the restaurant and that it was at night and the lighting in the lot was lousy. But I felt like an idiot. But did not throw that dress away. Had a new zipper put in and still wear it. My husband calls me the clothing malfunction princess. There are a few more incidents, but will save them for another evening. ☘