Today was not a busy day in office. One of those days quiet days when there wasn’t much work. Spent time understanding my new colleagues by going with them to the cafe and chatting with them.

For a change I came back early home today, and I had reached earlier than my room mate. After coming back, I usually dump the bag on the table and change to casuals, from jeans and shirt to a t-shirt and loose shorts, which comes till about the knee.

But today I found that I didn’t have the shorts. Of the three pairs I have, two were in the bucket of water for wash and one was hanging on the clothesline wet. Since I’d just moved into the new city I didn’t have lots of dresses. And I don’t feel comfortable being in the tight jeans at home.

Then I looked through the wardrobe wondering in what will be comfortable. I found a really short shorts, never realised I’d this one with me. That would be a little longer than the innerwear! Wondered if I should wear that.

Removed my jeans and pulled this short one up. Much of my thighs were exposed. Looked into the mirror. Not that my thighs are good to be exposed, but I liked the look! The t-shirt too wasn’t too long and just stopped at the hip.

After a while, my roommate came. Though I knew it was my roomie, when I went to open the door, I’d put on a towel over the shorts, just in case if someone too was there. On seeing me in the towel, she asked me, if I was in the bathroom. I said I’d nothing to wear. O, you poor… she taunted me.

Then, in one stroke, she pulled the towel off. That took me a bit surprise. “Ooops, you had this short one?” she asked with lot of stress on this. I was overcome by embarrassment and was blushing. But she is such a good, wonderful girl that I didn’t feel bad at all, but just wondered how she got around to pull the towel off, which took me by complete surprise.

“So, sorry, I really thought you were joking, and had just put the towel on,” she explained rather sheepishly. I said, “That’s okay, dear,” and patted her cheeks. But I noticed that she was looking at my thighs and even patted them a couple of times. That was a bit uncomfortable and I wondered if she was straight.

She had never given any such hints at all. Not that I haven’t had girls looking at my features, which are anyway not good at all. So always I think that they look there because I don’t have it big. Anyway, it kept me thinking about this little new development which began with the short shorts!