For now...

A small wave of relief washed over me as I saw my dress pinned to my legs by gravity. Upside down and nauseous, but at least covered – for now. I looked at Chloe, who was shrieking with delight. Just when I thought the torture might be ending, the ride slowed...but we were still upside down.

Then came the realization of how utterly precarious my situation was. My dress, a heavy drape of fabric, had been pulled taut by the rotation. And now it stopped...my skirt flipped up completely! A silent scream built in my throat.

“Oh shit oh shit,” I choked out, frantically wriggling, desperately trying to fix my dress but utterly helpless. It was impossible to move against the force of gravity and the restraints. The ride started its return rotation, giving us the reverse experience. My skirt tightened, a cruel mockery of modesty, this time pulled over my belly and arms, leaving my panties, thighs, and rear exposed for every single onlooker to see! A wave of burning humiliation threatened to engulf me.