Climb Over the Fence

You decide to climb over the fence. You've climbed over chain link fences a million times, there's nothing to it. You quickly make it to the top and swing one leg over, then the other. However, as you swing the second leg over you slip and fall. You feel your ass scrape the top of the fence before you fall another half a foot and then abruptly stop.

You yelp and your panties get caught on the top of the fence and gravity gives you the worst wedgie of your life. You flail around trying to get loose but nothing happens. For a moment you are worried you'll be stuck here like this till someone finds you. The thought sends you flailing again to try to lift yourself back up to free your panties, but it's no good. Then you start to feel yourself getting lower. Your panties are stretching out. That brings its own set of concerns, all of which vanish as you hear the tell tale sound of ripping fabric. The panties tear and you fall the remaining distance.

You turn back and look at the ruined panties and curse yourself for wearing a sundress. Why couldn't you have just worn jeans?!?

You stomp over to the tree and manage to get the frisbee down, which pleases Georgie. You climb up the fence once more and hop over. Again you hear the sound of fabric ripping as you hit the ground. Furious, you check the dress. Sure enough the hem of the dress got caught a little and tore as you fell. Thankfully it didn't get stuck but you are still angry as you grab Georgie's leash and head out of the park.

What you don't realize of course is that frayed hem catches on the bushes you have to push through to get back out to the park. Every step you take begins to unravel the dress from the bottom up. You don't feel any of this as your pushing past the underbrush, it's only once you are back in view of everyone else that you feel the tug of thread as you walk. You look down in horror to realize you are now effectively rocking a mini skirt with no panties as you walk Georgie back home.

Of course you stop and try to figure out what's going on, except Georgie isn't stopping. Georgie has his frisbee and is ready to go home. Before you can do anything about the unraveling thread Georgie's leash pulls you along behind him.

"Georgie, Stop!" You cry.

Georgie does not stop as your pussy gets closer and closer to the open air.

"Georgie No!" You pull on the leash with all your might. to your shock the dog stops and you let out a sigh of relief. You search for the thread so you can break it when a shadow passes overhead.

"Heads up" a man's voice calls. You look up to see a frisbee sail overhead. You look at Georgie and know what's about to happen.

The dog takes off after the other frisbee and you fall as you are dragged behind him like a ragdoll. You try to regain your footing or stop Georgie in any way but you just can't.

The dog who the frisbee was intended for gets to it first and Georgie finally comes to a halt realizing he can't get to it. You immediately realize you're in big trouble as you can feel your ass cheeks are hanging out of the bottom of, what is now essentially a long shirt. You quickly find the thread and manage to break it. Only by the barest definition are you still covered up.

"Miss, are you ok?" The man's voice calls from behind you. You turn and see a tall 20 something African American man jogging up to you.

"I'm good!" you shout. Hoping, it'll stop him getting any closer.

He just keeps coming to check on you. If he gets too close he just might see all of you.