Arianna tries to fix her clothes more.

Not wanting to be seen like this - or really at all right now, Arianna spent more time on her clothes. She took off the sarong and looked at it. How could she make it work? She could sacrifice more of her top. She thought of different ties she could do - perhaps she could double layer the front like a tube top, then string ties through the back to tie. Then she would have more scraps to do something similar to the bottom with what she had with the sarong, then make a longer more effective skirt by tying ends to it, threading it through holes she made to keep it steady. Better yet, since her panties were too heavy and large for her waist to stay completely still she could use their elastic to put on her chest since it was larger than her waist, and even triple layer folded fabric around it like a tube top without needing to tie things!

All of it made sense in her head, but in reality, it did not work at all. The strips she made from her larger piece of fabric were fine, though there was no hem and they frayed easily. Arianna tried to make holes in the fabric to thread strips of fabric through, but only managed to tear the edges of her already torn fabric. She ripped the bottom of her panties to allow the elastic band to sit at her breasts to wrap fabric around somehow, but that bad idea was immediately greeted by a broken elastic band. She was left now with many many pieces of assorts strips of fabric, none large enough to properly tie over her chest or her waist.

She wailed. Of course this happened. She overthought it all. She tried to pick up the scraps to do something with, but did not know what. What could she do? She took the broken panties and tied them over her waist, rolling the extra torn scraps into the band - they were wet and useless. It was an inch thick each, and the knot sat at her hip. She called this the belt. She took a longer scrap and tied it to the first over her front, then her back. It sat settled like a thong over her crotch and between her cheeks and slightly brought down the front of the belt. She put two more scraps on the belt. She had a loin cloth over her crotch not three inches wide and six inches long, and one over her ass side inches wide and six inches long . It was ridiculous, and it took up a lot of fabric just to repair her panties to something smaller and to give herself something that resembled a jungle warrior.

Her entire top was left to cover, and she pulled off even her socks to complete all the straps she would need. She made a belt for her chest right underneath her breasts out of a few scraps knotted many times. It wanted to fall past her ribs, but it would be fine as she took two wider strips, double layered them with everything she had left, and wrapped them underneath the chest belt, then twisted them over her shoulder and wrapped them on the other side. As long as the straps stayed up, her chest belt would stay up, and the wider straps doubled as the actual cups for a bra.

Of course, not being elastic, the straps never wanted to stay up, and she had to constantly tighten them and straighten them to keep them from falling off her shoulder. More than that, the more she had to tighten the fabric, the thinner the straps became, and the more cleavage and sideboob became visible. She had to hurry.

Arianna rushed back upstream. As she moved, her chest bounded the makeshift bra. She tried not to think about it much and kept a hand to stop things from coming apart. In such an outfit, she did not want to be seen, but also could not move incredibly quickly. Even her leg movements splayed her loincloth too much on her hips. Within twenty minutes, Arianna was back at the edge of the forest.

She looked to the park to see there was some sort of dog event happening - of course. There were probably a hundred people here! She wanted to sneak along the side, but there were dogs even running around the edges of the grass and bushes.

She thought of running, or perhaps sneaking just out of sight, but then noticed a slight breeze. She looked down to see a scrap of fabric. Where did it come from? It had to be hers!

The bottom of her makeshift panties was gone! The belt was still there, but with all the rustling and moving of her legs shifting the tucked in panties had fallen. The front and back of the loincloth were still there, but even the slightest movement could sent it up, or to the side...

Then there were the voices. The people. She was within sight now, and people were not too far. What if someone looked this way?