Every Girl knows that from time to time our pants get a little snug.  In fact everyone (men too) know the time old tradition of sucking it in and buttoning fast...once the button is secure, you take another breath...get a good hold of the zipper and up you yank.  It happens to the best of us.

But here's something a little more extreme that I remember from Jr. High.

I was at a party at...well we'll say a friend's house.  She was the youngest of four girls...the two eldest being step sisters.  We all had a good time...did things we probably shouldn't have been doing.  But then the oldest informed us that it was time to leave.  See she was no longer in high school and had a much 'cooler' party to get to. 

My friend and I were upstairs in her room when we were summoned to her eldest sister's room.  She was having trouble getting her pants fastened and needed our help.  I'm an only child....this kind of sisterly thing I was just not accustomed too, and surely thought she was joking.  I watched as my friend and her bloated older step sib worked on the pants.  I laughed as another sister came to assist. 

The laughing stopped when I was worked into the equation. 

Let me paint yo a picture.

Whale laying on her back on the bed.  80's stone washed way too small Guess jeans adhered tighter then cling wrap to her legs and ass.  Now...I am instructed to push in her fat, while one sister pulls the waist band together and the other tries to zip them.  OMG.  So I complied...what was I gonna do?  We pushed, pulled, tugged, rolled her around for ten minutes.  Even Cinderella didn't endure this, I thought of my friends working on the ugly step sister. 

Finally a yell upstairs that so and so was there for her.  'Never mind,' she said and jumped up.  Stripping her shirt in front of me, I figured she was just changing the whole outfit.   nnooo....she was looking for a bigger shirt that would cover her waist enough that no one would notice that her pants were in fact not fastened....not even close!!!  I honest to God stood there with my jaw on the floor as I watched her bleached out banana combed hair trot down the stairs.....

"Cow," I heard from behind me and we snickered our way back to her room.