I work in a clothing store. Occasionally I get placed in the men's department (I'm a girl) and it is at these times I am filled with a silent smugness as I make my way to the men's section. I get turned on whenever I see and touch (especially touch) a pair. I love it when all the jeans are a mess and I get to recover them. I'm obsessed with the thought. Even worse is when I'm in the fitting room folding the tried-on trousers and I think, "A mans just been in these." I find my eyes roaming over the uppity part of the inseam as I fold them and..oh! Just tell me, IIN?