You told yourself it was just another piece of clothing. Just shorts that didn't bind in the same way. It was cotton just like the shorts you usually wore. The Skirt was different, the weight of it flying out to the sides as you twirled, The little swoosh as it struck your thigh. The way it lifted and exposed your creamy thighs and how you had to remain vigilant not to reveal the lace panties underneath. It was freeing and yet left you vulnerable. Amazing how a tube of cloth felt so amazing.