Rolling my eyes and the idea of her letting me keep her underwear, I hold up the jeans to my face and give them a good look. She was right, the waist size and leg length were roughly my size. Investigating them further, I could see the zip length was much smaller than on a pair of men's jeans and the rips on both knees were more feminine than my usual jeans. The legs looked very thin too, far from the ones i like to wear! I liked jeans that had a little more loose rather than skin-tight. Undoing the button and putting one leg in at a time, I could straight away feel how much tighter they are. They are hugging my legs so tight, I’m not even sure I can get them on! After some tugging and a little bit of squeezing, I manage to get them up and over my bum. I do the button and the small zip up and I straight away feel a bit silly. I couldn’t get over how tight these jeans are around my thighs! I was pleased with how well my tackled nestled in the crotch area, considering the jeans aren’t meant to house them. I did feel like I was wearing tights but Krissy was right! The legs are a perfect length and I even had a good amount of play around my waist. I didn’t even mind the rips in the knee’s

 “Do they fit?” I hear Krissy ask from the other side of the toilet door.

 I step out of the toilet, my face red with embarrassment, and stand in front of her. “They fit,” I say softly, not wanting to make too much of the fact I was wearing her stuff. Krissy’s face lights up with joy as she looks me up and down.