This story is purely fictional. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.
I had decided I needed to have someone tailor my chaps and long sleeve shirt so they fit me better.
I found a local place to have it done, so away I went.
He had me put them on of course and went about adjusting the legs and pulling them tighter, asking me questions where you could tell he thought I actually rode, which I did not.
He did the same with the shirt and when he was finished, I went on my merry way.
He called me later that afternoon.
"Hello" I answered.
"Hey, this is Alex down at the shop, I need you to come in in the morning and put this stuff back on for me, some of my measurements smudged and I want to get these right."
"Sure, I can come now if you want."
"No that's okay, I'm about to close up and go home. Tomorrow morning works better, okay? Have a good night".
He hung up the phone before I could answer. Okay, I thought, whatever.
I went in the next morning and he was there and when I walked in, he motioned for me to come in the back.
He had me put my chaps and shirt back on, while he was measuring the materials and marking them he asked, "you don't ride do you?"
"No Sir, I do not."
"Ah, I could tell as much yesterday. If you want these to fit better, you need to put them on as you wear them normally."
"Um, I typically don't wear anything under either of them."
"Alright, strip."
So I did, I wasn't terribly ashamed of my body. Once down to my underwear, I put the chaps and shirt back on.
"That's better," he said, "I can make these all tighter for you."
"Perfect."
He finished his measurements, and shook my hand, "I'll be in touch, they should be done in a few days."
"Thanks!"
So I left.
A few days later, he called to say my stuff was ready, could I come at the end of the day, just before closing. I obliged, it didn't matter much to me when I picked them up.
I arrived and the last customer was walking out the door, some guy buying new boots I guess.
"Hey there, come in the back and I'll get you set up."
He locked the front doors and motioned for me to go in the back, which I did. He pointed towards a leather couch in the corner and I went and sat down.
"I have to go get your stuff, why don't you get out of those clothes so you can try these on when I return?"
"Sure," I said, standing up and removing my clothes.