30.Dec.19, 04:37 AM
He was supposed to use the oil? Well, damn. Looked like he had his work cut out for him--if he survived the fitting. He followed the orders every time they were given and answered any questions that came his way about the fit. With each stitch, T'ryn surprisingly thought less about how he would get out of the pants and more about how he would end up looking in them. He liked the colour and the feel of them, and the fit wasn't too bad either.
When Caz stood and stepped back to admire his work, T'ryn gave an embarrassed laugh and shook his head. "It's all your work. I mean, making me look good? Your work is damn good." He still had confidence issues about his appearance despite how often people told him he looked like his dad and he knew everyone thought his dad was hot.
Despite all the testing they already did, T'ryn bent down a couple more times before carefully sitting on a stool. "Caz, these are amazing! Not nearly as restricting as I feared and assuming you're not just complimenting me as the creator of these fine pants, I actually kind of feel good in them as well. Like you said, I'm definitely wearing them to the party." He could already hear some of the ribbing his friends and siblings would give him for them but he decided it would just be because they were jealous they didn't have the fabulous pants.
"So, uh... lesson learned for next time but I didn't use the oil and I might need your help tugging these off." T'ryn gave a sheepish grin as he got back to his feet. He had a feeling a lot of shimmying would eventually get them down but someone tugging at the feet would potentially make it go faster and easier. Not that he was overly keen on needing assistance, especially with his odd modesty trying to kick in but it seemed like the better option for getting out of Caz's hair so the man could eat and finish up the day's work before bed.
When Caz stood and stepped back to admire his work, T'ryn gave an embarrassed laugh and shook his head. "It's all your work. I mean, making me look good? Your work is damn good." He still had confidence issues about his appearance despite how often people told him he looked like his dad and he knew everyone thought his dad was hot.
Despite all the testing they already did, T'ryn bent down a couple more times before carefully sitting on a stool. "Caz, these are amazing! Not nearly as restricting as I feared and assuming you're not just complimenting me as the creator of these fine pants, I actually kind of feel good in them as well. Like you said, I'm definitely wearing them to the party." He could already hear some of the ribbing his friends and siblings would give him for them but he decided it would just be because they were jealous they didn't have the fabulous pants.
"So, uh... lesson learned for next time but I didn't use the oil and I might need your help tugging these off." T'ryn gave a sheepish grin as he got back to his feet. He had a feeling a lot of shimmying would eventually get them down but someone tugging at the feet would potentially make it go faster and easier. Not that he was overly keen on needing assistance, especially with his odd modesty trying to kick in but it seemed like the better option for getting out of Caz's hair so the man could eat and finish up the day's work before bed.