Go for a walk.*

The wind blows teasingly against the tiny bit of red fabric draped over your nethers. You try to breath deeply in an attempt to relax, but you stutter. This skirt is tinier than anything you've ever worn in your life. With your hands pushing it down, you can feel maybe a couple inches at the most extending past what would prove to everyone that you're actually commando right now... Your face is red and hot. And the worst part is that the same is going for somewhere else--somewhere far from your face.

You step carefully away from the bathroom door and depart from the park.

Going off on your own or wandering about might be risky, but staying in an incredibly public place is even riskier. The sidewalk leads out through the park and along the river, passing by benches, and generally providing a pleasant walking route for outdoorsy types. Murmuring nervously, you step with your legs close together and make your way along the route.

The river air is cool and refreshing. Unfortunately, it also seems to be moving at randomly rapid intervals. A fast wafting breeze strikes you by surprise. It flutters up your skirt--if you could even call it one--exposing you entirely to the world. The freezing wind against your bare parts fills you with a dangerous excitement. But in a panic, you start to look around. Someone saw for sure. You're ruined. But nobody's around. You breath a sigh of relief. You'll make sure you take extra care of pushing down your skirt from now on, both on the front and back, even if it looks a little odd. You probably already look like a crazy person to other people. It's better than people seeing your ass or worse.

You just need to waste a little more time, hopefully. That call from your sister can't come soon enough. No panties, wearing basically a cloth... This isn't how you expect this day to go.

As you start to turn a corner you hear talking. Your heart sinks at the thought of having to pass by other people, especially because of the sporadic winds. You look ahead to see two faces you actually recognise. You aren't sure if that's better or worse.

One of the figures is someone you met at school a few years ago. Her name is Tracey. She has her hair tied up in pigtails, and it fades from black to purple tips. She's always adorned in various gamer or Japanese merchandise. Her tightly hugging black t-shirt sports one of the space invaders largely on the front, and her backpack is covered in tiny keychain figures.

The other is the shorter, shyer Elizabeth. She has long black hair and thick glasses. You also remember her from school. She was friends with Tracey--both being incredibly nerdy and all. Both of them are wearing denim shorts.

Tracey looks to you as the gap between you shrinks.

"Oh my god! If it isn't Jane! Wow. Like, I haven't seen you in awhile, huh?" She giggles and approaches you. "You're looking so cuuute. Wow. But, isn't that skirt a little short?"

You self-consciously twitch and push down the skirt farther.

"Kidding!" she adds as she winks. "I'm not one to judge."

"Hi there," Elizabeth speaks up.

"Liz and I were just on a walk to the park!" Tracey announces.

You greet them. You try your best not to sound rude, but you really do want to keep moving. The longer you stay talking to someone, the more likely it is they're going to find out your embarrassing and naughty secret.