Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

The figure was running off the high of its last mind-control outing. It still enjoyed the buzz from the last girl who wore one of its panties. She’d been transformed. So had been all those around the girl. The effect had rippled out, touching the lives of everyone who came near her. That wasn’t uncommon with one of its pairs of panties, but this effect was delicious. It had enjoyed watching the transformation.

But now it was interested in a new transformation.

The figure moved through the near-empty halls of the high school with these. The figure was nondescript. Unremarkable. It clearly didn’t belong in this place of education, but no one gave it a second glance. The mist made it unremarkable. Though unseen, the vaporous magic was there.

The same magic that wreathed the panties it made.

The figure smiled as it entered Mr. Harrison’s classroom. Its eyes glanced around the room, drinking in the sight. Rows of orderly desks. Posters hung on the wall talking about the teacher’s subject: history. One held a flowchart showing the evolution of the Roman state, another had bullet points of the major events a World War I. The figure stopped at one desk. Right up front, center of the row. The figure shuddered, knowing Zelda would sit her. She was the perfect girl for this pair of panties. The satin, bronze panties were made for her. The figure carefully draped the panties across the desk, stroking the silver letters across the seat.

Cute Tush.

The figure smiled, eager for its newest creation to be donned. Eager for the rush of mind-controlling another mortal girl who put them on.

The figure swept down the rows of desks, navigating between them on the way to the door. Just as it was about to reach the door, it opened. As usual, Zelda Carter had arrived early for her first class. She was the type of girl who liked to be on time. Proper. She wore a pink, cashmere sweater, long sleeves and high necks, and a skirt that fell past her knees, pink leggings peeking out.

“Well, hi,” she said by routine, her eyes almost losing over as they glanced at the figure.

In her mind, the figure was nothing more than a janitor. A custodian that had every right to be in the classroom. She stepped aside, the figure sweeping out, soon to have vanished entirely from the mortal world.

Not that Zelda knew. Or cared.

She was eager to learn from her favorite teacher. History was a delightful subject to her. She loved uncovering the past. Learning about all the foibles that others had made. It was why, though she was sixteen, she still had her virginity. She’d read the accounts about the girls who’d given up their cherries young, surrendering to the bestial lust of their boyfriends or to their own carnal desires.

Those girls were invariably unsatisfied.

She wanted her first time to be perfect. With a boy that she knew she loved. She had a boyfriend, but she wasn’t sure Nathan was the one. She hoped he was. She knew that if he was patient with her, waited for her to be ready, he would be.

These ideas all skittered through her mind as she approached her desk, thoughts dancing to and fro as she thought about other things. She made sure she had all her homework done, cataloging all the assignments she’d been given. She was about to sit down at her desk when she noticed what lay on top of it.

She gasped in shock. She picked up the panties, feeling a tingle running through her. “Where did you come from?”

She didn’t even remember the figure at all. Forgetting it, she couldn’t make any connection with it and how these panties had found themselves here. The material was a satiny silk, so different from the cotton panties she wore. A naughty delight rippled through her, her butt-cheeks tingling.

What would you feel like on my rump? danced through her thoughts as she read those two words.

The door to the classroom creaked open.

Gasping, panicking at being caught holding a pair of panties, she shoved them into her skirt pocket, balling them deep. She whirled around to see Mr. Harrison enter. He was a tall, dark-haired man with brown eyes and a goatee.

“Good morning, Zelda,” he said, giving her a smile. “You make me look bad. I should get here before you.”

She just smiled at him, already forgetting about the panties in her pocket. “Sorry, I’m just so eager to learn about the fall of Constantinople today. Are we going to cover it?”

“The point in time were cannons defeated the greatest medieval defenses ever erected,” he said. “The day that curtain walls became obsolete.”

Zelda Carter

I had no idea why I was putting on these panties. I shuddered as I stepped into the satin, silky underwear. A tingle raced up my legs as I dragged them up my calves. These were the panties I found yesterday when I arrived at my history class. I didn’t know why anyone would leave them behind. What girl would do that? I shouldn’t have put them in my pocket. And I definitely shouldn’t be pulling them up my thighs, but...

I was just so curious to see what they would feel like. I always bought plain, boring panties. I never wore the riskier stuff, always telling myself that I wasn’t ready to lose my virginity When I was, then I would buy a pair of lacy underwear. Maybe even a thong.

Until I was ready to show what I was wearing underneath my skirt to my boyfriend, what was the point of wearing anything else?

I shuddered, biting my lip and whimpering. The panties felt so smooth against my thighs. A hot itch formed in my pussy as I pulled the waistband up over my rump. I groaned at the sleek feel of the fabric. It cupped across my rump, covering every inch of my butt-cheeks. It almost hugged them, gripping them like a pair of hands. I shuddered, wiggling my rump.

Did I have a cute tush?

I blushed at that thought, my head shaking. My black pigtails danced around my face. My little breasts jiggled. I snagged my plain, white bra and pulled it on as I struggled to get used to this new pair of panties.

They made my skin feel so excited. Especially across my rump. Everywhere they touched me felt alive. Electrified. I licked my lips, wondering if I should take them off. I felt so naughty. My pink nipples were hard, I was starting to get wet. Like when Nathan kissed me.

I decided to leave them on. I’d already donned them, and they did feel kind of nice, even if they made me feel like I was a little bit of a pervy girl. My cheeks were burning as I put on the rest of my clothes. I pulled on a purple sweater, loving the fuzzy feel of it on my skin. It didn’t make me feel naughty.

Not like these panties.

Then I grabbed a black skirt. I stepped into it, pulling it up my legs. It was a long one, I didn’t need to wear tights today with this pair. I like wearing skirts. They were so elegant. It made me feel so womanly. I knew lots of girls like wearing jeans or pants because they were comfortable, but boys wore those, too.

I wanted to be feminine.

I zipped up my skirt and then frowned at my reflection in the mirror. I turned, staring at my side profile. Did this skirt make my rump look nice? Did I have a cute tush? It was hard to say. The fall of the skirt didn’t quite cup my rear like the panties did. I bit my lip, worrying about my rear’s appearance.

Why?

It wasn’t like me to be concerned about what I looked like. I mean, I put on makeup, I combed my hair and wore clean clothes, but I wasn’t worried about how my figure looked to others. But ... I bit my lower lip, thinking my rump didn’t look cute at all in the skirt. It bothered me for some reason.

Why?

That thought echoed through my mind. Why did I care so much? I rubbed my hands on my skirt as I headed down the stairs. All my way to my high school, all I could think about was how others saw me. Did they look at me and think, “That girl doesn’t have a great ass. I mean, look at what she’s wearing. If she had a cute tush, why wouldn’t she be showing it off? Instead, it’s like she’s trying to hide it?”

That thought really bugged me. It had to be just my imagination. My skirt didn’t make my rump look unflattering. Right? I needed an opinion.

I smiled when I saw my boyfriend, Nathan. He was waiting for me out front of the school, leaning against the brick wall. He was a tall guy with blond hair and blue eyes. He grinned as he pushed off from the wall. “Hey, cutie, how you doing?”

“You ask that like we weren’t texting the entire way to school,” I told him. “You know I’m fine.”

“Yeah, and? I just wanted to ask you,” he said, his arm sliding around my waist. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I could feel his hands on my lower back. Why didn’t they slide lower and cup my tush? Didn’t he think I had a cute ass? It made me squirm.

“Nathan... ?” I said, my voice tight.

“Yeah, Zelda?” he asked, staring at me.

I broke away from him and turned around, twisting my torso to stare at back at him over my shoulder. My black pigtails swept off my shoulders as I did. “Does this skirt make my ass look good?”

He stared at them and frowned. “Well, yeah, I guess it’s fine,” he said. “I mean, you’re always wearing skirts. And that’s the best your ass is going to look in them. Maybe you could wear tighter skirts. Or jeans.”

Jeans...

The thought of wearing those wormed through my mind.

“I mean, I still like your ass,” he said. “It’s cute.”

“But not cute enough,” I muttered.

“Geez,” he groaned. “I didn’t mean to make you feel self-conscious. You’re gorgeous, Zelda. I love you just the way you are.”

It was a nice thought, but I really, really wanted people to know I had a cute tush. The satiny panties I wore tingled around my ass, gripping my butt. For a moment, I wanted to just lift up my skirt and ask what he thought of my ass cupped in that naughty satin. My face burned at the thought even as my pussy grew so hot.

“So you don’t need to do anything different,” he said. “I like you just the way you are.”

I wanted that to be enough, but...

I was the first person to enter Mr. Harrison’s class. I liked getting there early, eager to learn. My boyfriend shared my history class, but he always refused to go in early with me. He always broke off to go hang out with his friends for a couple of minutes before classes started. Yesterday’s lesson on the fall of Constantinople was amazing. Today we were going to talk about how Sultan Mehmed II set up the seat of his empire in the new city, changing Constantinople to Istanbul.

When Mr. Harrison walked in, I almost asked him what his opinion was on my ass. That would be totally inappropriate. He was my teacher.

I squirmed all through class, feeling the satin grip of the panties hugging my rump. They itched, compelling me to ask Mr. Harrison that question.

Instead, I asked Terry when class was over. He was a tall, Black guy who sat in the back. He had his hair buzzed short and a soul patch on his chin. I walked up to him, ignoring the curious look from Nathan.

“Terry?” I asked, turning my body to show off my side profile. “Does this skirt make my ass look cute?”

Nathan’s jaw dropped. I noticed him spluttering out of the corner of my eye.

Terry paused, his eyes flicking me up and down. I noticed his hunger stirring in those dark depths. His eyes brimmed with this passion that sent a wicked tingle through me. My butt-cheeks clenched as my panties seemed to almost electrify my rump. I turned more, giving the Black guy a full-on look at my ass. He studied it, a smile growing on his lips.

“Well, it looks fine,” he said. “It’s really hard to say more, though. Your skirt doesn’t really emphasize your rump.”

“I know,” I said. “That’s what I was afraid of. Do you think I should wear different clothes to show my ass off better?”

“Oh, definitely,” he said. “There’s nothing like a White girl with a nice ass.” He reached out and squeeze it, bringing a gasp from Nathan’s lips. “Yeah, you got potential. I have to see it in something better to know fo’ sure.”

My cheeks burned as I nodded. “Thanks, Terry,” I said. I turned around and darted over to my boyfriend. “Terry thinks I should wear something better. Maybe I should buy some jeans after school?”

“He ... He...” Nathan’s cheeks went red. “He grabbed your butt.”

“Yeah. He was just inspecting it.” I said. “He had to know if I had any potential. Are you jealous?” I grinned and took his arm. I rubbed my cheek against his shoulder. “That’s cute. You know you have nothing to worry about. When I’m ready, you’re going to be my first.”

My virgin pussy itched. I didn’t think it’ll be too long until I was ready, but I never knew. The time had to be perfect.

“Well, I guess,” he said.

I asked other guys about their opinion throughout the day. The consensus was unanimous: my skirt just did not show off my tush to its fullest. They kept saying words like “fine” or “okay” or even “meh.” I needed to do better than meh! I knew my butt was cute. Hot. I needed to show it off. I had to buy new jeans.

“I can’t go to your place and study with you,” I told Nathan after the school day was over. “I have to go shopping. Unless you want to come with me.”

“Well,” he said, rubbing at the back of his neck. He didn’t seem enthusiastic. “I guess I can come. But, I mean, you don’t have to change your look. You know that, right? You’re fine the way you are.”

“I guess,” I said. He should be more supportive. “Maybe Terry would like to come with me and give his advice.”

Nathan blinked. “What?”

“I’ll see you later, Nathan,” I said, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Terry seems to be a much better judge on a White girl’s ass. He’ll be perfect.”

I left Nathan behind, confused why he would be spluttering. What was wrong with getting some advice from an expert? I found Terry, and the Black guy was more than happy to go shopping with me. “Fo’ sure I want to see you try on some jeans.”

I beamed at him.

He drove me to the mall, grinning the entire time. I kept squirming in the passenger seat, my ass tingling from the silky panties that gripped it. I was so excited about this. I knew my rump would look impressive in my new jeans.

Terry would help me pick out the best pair to show off my cute tush to its fullest.

I strolled into the mall with Terry, my heart beating with excitement. We didn’t go to my usual stopping place, the department store, but to one of the trendy stores. I smiled when I saw the jeans on display on the model in the display window. They were so tight. They had little hearts drawn in pink spangles on the rear pockets.

I tingled, just knowing these would be perfect.

Of course, I grabbed the pair with the hearts, plus a few more pairs of skinny jeans. I buzzed with excitement as I headed into the changing room. In there, I stripped out of my boring skirt, pausing for a moment to admire how my rump looked in the bronze panties. The silver letters were backward in the mirror, but I knew what they spelled.

I had what they said.

I grabbed the pair of jeans with the hearts on the back pockets, trembling in excitement. I stepped my legs into the pair, shuddering as I drew the pants up. I, of course, owned some jeans, mainly for doing outdoor stuff. None were like these. My new jeans were stretchy. Not like any denim I’d worn. I shuddered as I pulled them higher and higher up my legs, feeling the cloth molding to my skin. I wiggled my hips as I pulled them over my rump. As I fastened them up, I glanced in the mirror.

They definitely showed off my ass. This was so much better than the boring skirt draping over my rear. I smiled and threw open the door to the changing room. Terry grinned as I stepped out, his eyes flicking up and down.

“Come on girl, show me that booty. Let me see how good it looks.”

I turned around, wiggling my hips.

“Damn, girl, stop shaking. Let me drink in the sight of you.”

“Sorry, I’m just so excited,” I said. I pulled out my phone and started texting Nathan. Just trying on the new jeans. Waiting to find out what Terry has to say about them.

I hit send.

I gasped as Terry’s large hands cupped both my butt-cheeks. He squeezed and kneaded my rump, his fingers digging into the denim. I shuddered, the heat building in my pussy. A naughty tingle rippled across my rear as his fingers massaged me.

You really went shopping with him? Nathan sent back.

Yes, I replied. He’s inspecting the jeans I’m trying on right now. I’m waiting for his approval.

“Who you texting, girl?” Terry asked, his thumbs massaging my butt-cheeks. He almost rubbed at the crack.

“Just my boyfriend,” I said, my entire body feeling alive right now. The way Terry was touching me had to mean my ass was cute. “What do you think? He’s waiting to find out.”

“Damn, why didn’t you have your boyfriend do this?” Terry said.

“Well, you are an expert on White girl’s asses.”

He chuckled. “Fo’ sure. And you got a great feeling ass. Nice and curvy. Peachy. I like it. Definitely cute.”

I quickly sent to Nathan, He thinks my ass is cute! Isn’t that exciting?

You don’t expect me to be excited that some other guy’s groping your ass right now, Nathan sent back.

Don’t be jealous, I texted. He’s just squeezing my ass. It’s not like he’s touching my tits or anything. I giggled and said to Terry “He’s getting a little jealous.”

“Fo’ sure,” Terry said. He gave my ass one final squeeze. Then he pulled his hands away. I missed his inspection already. “You better go try on those other jeans. Just to see how they fit.”

I tried on the other two pairs of jeans. Terry gave a thorough examination of each. I groaned, my pussy feeling so juicy. I bit my lip and whimpered as his fingers kneaded my rump. He pushed the denim a little bit into my butt-crack, trying to reach in there, but just not being able to. Heat flowed through me. My nipples ached.

If I had a date with Nathan tonight, I might be convinced to let him do more than kiss me.

Sweat broke across my brow during the final inspection. I felt like Terry was taking forever to approve them, massaging my rear.

“Definitely the first pair,” he said. “Those hearts really set off your butt-cheeks. I just had to be thorough.”

“Of course,” I said, smiling at him.

Terry followed me into the changing room. I blinked at that but didn’t say anything as I unzipped my jeans. I turned away from him as I pushed the jeans down my hips. When I bent over to get them past my knees, thrust my ass out at him. He groaned as he saw my panties.

“Now, girl, that’s a nice looking ass. Shame you can’t wear these to school.”

I giggled. “Yep, that’s a shame.”

I worked the jeans down my legs, sliding them off. I felt Terry looking at me. I groaned as his hands grabbed my ass. Fingers dipped into my butt-crack, pressing the satin fabric into my crotch. I gasped as he found my asshole. He touched my sphincter, rubbing it through the satin. “Damn, you really got a fine ass, girl. Damn fine ass.”

“You better stop going lower,” I whimpered. “You’re almost about to venture into places not even my boyfriend’s touched.”

“Right, right,” he said pulling his hands away. “Don’t want to poach on Nathan’s girl.” He said my boyfriend’s name with derision. “I mean, I’m here, and he’s not.”

“Because you’re an expert on White girl asses. Otherwise, he’d be here.” I smiled at Terry. “He is a great boyfriend.”

I really, really didn’t want to put back on the skirt, but I had to walk out of here wearing something. I ended up buying a couple of pairs of the ones with hearts on them. Well, they had a variety of them. There was one with stars, another with a four-leaf shamrock, and one with kissing lips. All in all, I bought four pairs of jeans.

It was all I could afford.

Terry drove me home. There, I raced upstairs, texting Nathan all about it. I promised that he would love what I looked like when he saw me tomorrow. He would be blown away by what an amazing ass I had. He could even touch it. After all, I let Terry grope my ass. No reason I couldn’t let my boyfriend do the same even if the thought made me blush.

That night, I felt so itchy, I had to masturbate. I didn’t do it every day, but tonight I rubbed my pussy feverishly. I even did something I’d never done before. I reached my left hand beneath my rump and slid my digits into my butt-crack.

I found my asshole.

I groaned when I sank my middle finger into my bowels. I felt so wicked. So wanton. I pumped it in and out of me while I rubbed my virgin flesh. I came so hard, my anal sheath writhing around my digit, my juices flooding my fingers. I shuddered, imagining such naughty things.

Things thicker than my figure penetrating back there.

I panted after I came down from my orgasm, feeling sleep pulling down at me. I rolled over, sniffing at my finger. The scent wasn’t bad. A sour, earthy flavor. I popped it into my mouth and sucked the flavor of my ass all off my digit, and fell into sleep.

I had to wear the panties the next day.

Normally, I wouldn’t do that, but they just felt so amazing. I slipped them on first, that tingle racing through me. My asshole clenched, remembering my finger. Naughty thoughts danced in my head as I pulled on my jeans next. I went with a pair decorated with hearts.

They were just the cutest.

I wiggled the jeans up my legs, the stretchy material clinging to me. They showed off my great thighs and cute calves as well as a delicious tush. I tugged the stretchy material over my rump, feeling it gripping my butt-cheeks. It was almost as tight as my panties.

If I could wear something that hugged my ass like my pair of panties and still go to school in them, I’d wear them.

Nathan was pacing out front of the school when I arrived. I called his name. He gave me this concerned look. I smiled at him and darted up. I stopped before him, saying, “Well?” I turned, letting him get a look at my butt. “What do you think?”

“Well, those are...” He swallowed. “I mean, you look great, but you went—”

“You think my ass is great!” I squealed. “Please, tell me how cute I look.” I bent over more, thrusting my ass out at him. “I need to know.”

“Well, yeah, your ass looks great in it, that’s not the—”

I squealed again. “I’m so glad you like my ass in this.” I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. “Oh, Nathan, you’re such a wonderful boyfriend.”

“Nice ass,” said a guy as he walked by. I gasped as he gave my rump a squeeze. “Damn, nice ass.”

I beamed.

“Shame you’re in those jeans. Be nice to see all the curves.”

Just like that, my excitement vanished.

“He just squeezed your ass,” Nathan fumed. “Hey, that’s my girlfriend!”

I shrugged and headed inside, dazed.

I swayed. Jeans weren’t enough to show off my ass. What could I do about that? I couldn’t just go around in panties. I had to wear something. Right?

For once, I wasn’t the first to Mr. Harrison’s class. I was in such a daze as I wandered down the hallway, struggling to figure out what to do. What could I possibly wear? Tights? Those weren’t tight enough. They might hug my butt, but they were thick and warm. Yoga pants?

Those were pretty clingy.

Was there anything better?

There were nylons, but that was like wearing panties. I need something I can actually wear in public. That would show off my rump perfectly. Nathan was arguing in the background, shouting at the guy who grabbed my ass while I just kept drifting. Was there anything I could wear?

“You look like you’re in a daze,” a rumbling voice said.

I blinked and looked up to see Terry. The black guy grinned at me. “I thought you’d be looking happy. I mean, that ass looks pretty good in those jeans.”

“Pretty good isn’t good enough,” I said. “I need something better. You’ve seen what my ass looks like in those panties.”

“Fo’ sure, I did. It was a damn fine ass. Perfect. You really need to show it off better.”

“I know,” I said. “Do you have any ideas?”

He shrugged. “I know, try jeggings. There like pantyhose but they look like jeans. People sometimes can get away with wearing them in public. They’ll fit your ass like nylons, but, you know, they look like denim.”

“Jeggings,” I said, my imagination on fire.

Terry’s hand slid around my waist to grab my ass. He pulled me close to him. Both his hands were now on my rump. He squeezed and kneaded my ass, his fingers sliding up and down the seam that followed my butt-crack. If the denim wasn’t so thick, he could get his finger in there like he had with my panties the day before. He could tease my asshole. I felt something hard poking me in the stomach. I stared up at him as a wave of heat washed out of my pussy.

“I’m going to do it. I want to buy jeggings. Tomorrow ... Tomorrow my ass will be perfect.”

“Well, that will be nice, but it’s a shame you can’t go around naked.”

I giggled, this wicked tingle rippling out of my ass. “I can’t do that. Even if I do have a cute tush.”

“Still, damn shame that you—”

“Hey!” Nathan shouted. “That’s my girlfriend’s ass you’re groping!”

“It’s all cool, man,” Terry said, giving my rump a final squeeze. “Just inspecting her fine rump. Nothing wrong with that.”

I turned around and smiled at my boyfriend. “Right, nothing wrong with that. Look, Nathan, you can grab my ass. Just put your hands over my rump and squeeze. You can see how nice it is.”

“I can’t grope your ass in the middle of the hallway,” Nathan muttered, cheeks red. “And you shouldn’t be letting other guys do it.

“Are you kidding jealous?” I asked, shaking my head. I pulled away from Terry and that hard bulge in his jeans. I went to Nathan, taking his hands. I gave him such a happy smile. “I’m your girlfriend. Okay?”

Terry’s hand found his way to my ass again. He squeezed me as I smiled at my boyfriend. A wicked shudder ran through me, an electrifying tingle that spread from my panties. My pussy clenched. The Black guy knew how to touch my ass. He was a master at it.

“He’s doing it again,” Nathan muttered.

I rolled my eyes. I rose on my tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on his lips. “You’re my boyfriend. Okay? Terry’s just a friend.”

“That’s all I am, okay?” Terry asked. “We cool, man?” He squeezed my butt. “Be happy that your girlfriend’s got such a fine ass.” Terry pulled his hand away and then he smacked my rump.

I giggled.

Terry sauntered into the classroom. “I want to go buy some jeggings after school, and then you’ll see just how amazing my ass really is.”

“What are jeggings?” Nathan asked, still staring at me like he was a little mad.

“Something amazing,” I said, taking his arm and pressing against him. “Come on, Mr. Harrison’s class is about to start. He’s going to be talking about how the Ottomans used the Mamluk slaves to administrate their empire. Isn’t that weird? Slaves.”

We headed in the classroom while my imagination was on fire with the possibility of jeggings.

They were all I could think about. I googled them between breaks, staring at pictures of these thin, tight, stretchy material hugging girl’s asses. They weren’t wearing panties, so the material slipped into their butt-cracks. It was like they were naked, but they weren’t. Because they look like they were jeans, people wouldn’t realize you were wearing practically nylons. They were so naughty. I searched where to buy them and smiled when I saw I could get them at the same place I bought my jeans. I quivered with excitement.

After school, Terry, of course, was more than happy to drive me to the mall.

“You’re going with him again?” Nathan whined as I headed to Terry’s car. My boyfriend was trailing after us, looking so desultory for some reason.

“You need to study for your math test,” I told him. “You need to keep up your grades. Terry will make sure I get to the mall and back. He’s a really good friend.”

“A friend that has his hand on your ass,” Nathan muttered.

Terry did have his hand on my ass. He squeezed and fondled it every chance he could.

“What’s so wrong with that?” I asked. “Didn’t you like squeezing my ass after Mr. Harrison’s class? I even kissed you while you did it. Do you see me kissing Terry?”

“No.”

“See, just something friends do,” Terry said. “Especially when that friend’s got a fine ass.”

I giggled.

“I’d let you come,” Terry continued, “but my backseat’s full of junk. No room for you.”

“Sorry, Nathan,” I said. “I’ll text you when I got the jeggings. Love you.”

Then I was stepping into Terry’s car. There were couple of shirts in the back, spread out over the entire seat. I guess they couldn’t be moved so Nathan could sit back there. Terry slipped into the driver seat and we were off.