"I think you're stronger." Page says.

Page could not really tell the extent of the damage on her now, and was worried too much movement may only make it worse. Will shuffled his weight around, and began to try again.

She tried to hold the scissors where it would not hurt anyone, but as she shifted her hands around, Will moved back and forward, knocking them out of her hands. They clattered somewhere below.

"What was that? The scissors?" Will turned slightly to her, though managed no view. "I'll grab them real fast." He said to himself, bending slightly to try and reach. His butt pushed hard against Page, pinning her painfully against a shelf.

"S-stop!" She gasped, feeling herself crammed farther. He straightened up, and she felt a slight tug as he did. Something was different.

"I heard something!" He sounded excited and began to push at the door again.

"W-wait, somethin-" Page began, but the door swung open and flooded light inside.

Will tumbled out, going hard against the door only to find it was no longer blocked. He piled against the side of a box of confetti, sending the stuff flying high into the air as he quickly spun around on the ground, attempting to see where he was.

Page, however, had her hands on the door sill. She felt herself pulled the moment Will tried to move away from her. It was all those fake bones he had lining the pleather belt. The tears in her horrible spandex got tangled with them as he bent. The idiot never noticed as he moved around!

The confetti was beginning to settle, and the commotion had drawn quite a crowd looking to see who, what, and why people were popping out of the convention closets.

Page brought her hands from the door to her body - with so many eyes on her, she realized she needed cover fast. When the scissors wedged against her, they successfully tore off a sleeve, as well as the upper portion of her spandex from her neck to her collar. Her other sleeve was still there, but rested loosely on her shoulder. Under her arms, the seams were holding, though she did not have much time to inventory them, for her eyes quickly spotted the rest of her issues.

The worst of her tears were along her legs, and that was where the bones had caught. Multiple strings and scraps were laying among the confetti. Both pant legs were pulled from being pants to just long straps of hanging cloth. The right tear had reach her ribs, letting all of her right hip and side of leg be shown. The rest of her tears were at least as low as her bellow button, but at that height, she essentially had a skirt made of nothing but long straps a few inches wide of varying lengths and transparency, depending on how the threads were holding. In front, it flowed loosely to cover her right inner thigh, and her left leg down almost to her knee. In back, it was in better repair, not catching the bones gave her a decent rectangle of cloth that covered her backside. The straps were also loose in their tatters, and threatened to tangle and catch things as they moved.

The scissors that cut her thong were somewhere beside her bare feet. Her thong, however, was hanging by its remaining strap - she could feel the small elastic string danging between her legs. It was out of view, but that made it more obvious with her bare hip and side in view that there was nothing underneath.

Standing there, with more eyes looking toward her, her hands were keeping the tassles of scraps in line, fearful of any indoor breeze would blow up her bodysuit-turned-dress. She looked down to see Will, his own issues apparent now - the caught bones that ripped her own suit also tore off his own costume, leaving his fur skirt around his ankles. His boxers were in view, but more than that, a growing bulge as his eyes stared Page up and down, tented the boxers more and more.

Page was appalled for a moment, but mortified again at the sight of so many staring. She exited the closet and tore over the confetti, all the while Will calling behind her to wait.

She rushed down halls to rid the eyes following her, stopping only to see she was almost back to where she bought that first juice. She knew where she was! She was not close to the hotel, but she had her bearings again.