#cc.grian

Instead, he was here, allowing his towel to slip from his waist and fall to the floor in a heap. Grian slipped the skirt on, after days of mulling over this very moment. The elastic was a bit snug around his waist, more so than he expected. It was impossible to hide the outline of his body, it even seemed to accentuate the fact that his thighs were bigger than his hips.

The tighter waistband also made him notice the bit of fat he had on his tummy, some pudge that poked out. Grian pushed on, he picked up the white button up t-shirt he had laid out before his shower. The collar matched well with the skirt, but he fumbled with the red buttons, his fingers slipped against the plastic buttons more than he would like to count.

Finally, he looked at himself in the full body mirror. His hair was still damp, curling and sticking to his forehead.  He looked a bit worse for wear too, dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep the past couple days. The skirt completely drew his gaze though, the way it hung nicely right above his knees, the way the flowy fabric swayed when he turned his body. Pretty was never a word he attributed to himself. It felt right, in an odd sort of way.