In fact, I couldn't stop thinking about them until I'd put together something contemporary around them. Did I have fun or did I have fun? Judge for yourself.
The tartan pants from deviant girls and the olive cropped leather jacket from R.icielli just fell into place, colour as well as texture wise. I also had a good laugh resolving my passionate hatred for.... what are they called... pasties... or is that the name of the little pies? The whole hypocritical morals behind them gets me uptight but since my intergender chest apparently is too much for the G-rating I can't just ignore their existence. The pure triumph when I found a compromise in these handypanties from Pig! At least they show some humour... I refrain from the pun on the 'human touch'. They come in a packet of six different colours, both natural and not as and include matching replacements for fig leaves for the REALLY unspeakable body parts. *Blushes deeply... not*