Another curse

Felicia was pissed. Not only was she apparently allergic to her panties, no matter the fabric, but for some reason, her pants had all shrunk and the only thing she could wear were tights and leggings that stretched to fit. In addition to this, total strangers were running up behind her and pulling her tights down in public.

She went to bed that night in a huff and eventually fell asleep. She had a strange dream that Jackie was standing over her bed and having her hands and mumbling something. She woke up Saturday morning and had to go to work at the small gift shop near campus. She pulled on a pair of tights, cursing that she could not wear jeans, and put on a pink t-shirt. She left and went to walk the six blocks to work.

As she was walking, a young man on a skateboard went past her on the sidewalk. She ignored him and did not notice when he sneaked up behind her and yanked her tights down.

"Fuuuuck!" she yelled, but as she bent over to pull up her tights, she started to grow sexually aroused as she thought of the total stranger seeing her bare ass. She blushed, but more in embarrassment at her arousal than anger or embarrassment of being pantsed in public. She was breathing heavily as she thought about how arousing it was to have total strangers see her bare ass.