"You're kidding," she said as she sat up, her jeans falling into her lap. "Thought it was just there to support the top bit," she mused before she pushed herself up to her feet.
So, she had jeans, and now ... she had to find a shirt. That looked nice. And was perhaps a bit low cut. Not that she had much to show off yet, and she rather blamed her mother for that, though she supposed it could just as easily be her grandmother's genetics.
"But no," she said, distracted from thoughts of her breasts. "No, jeans are not meant to be hung up, and if I'm the one that did it ... shame on me."