Her wet underwear started sliding off as she climbed

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

The feeling of Marie's wet underwear clinging to her skin was uncomfortable and constant, serving as a reminder to the hapless poet that her situation was entirely unpleasant. However, the constancy of the sensation served to clue Marie in to a frightening change of circumstances. Rather than cold rain drops splashing against her cotton-encased rear end, she felt the cold water hitting her bare skin. Paired with a growing difficulty in lifting her legs to climb, Marie looked down and gasped in shock and dismay.

Marie's soaked panties had managed to slide halfway down her hips, bearing her backside and her treasure to the open air!

"AHH! No, stupid stupid panties!" Marie cursed, pulling one hand off the ladder to hastily pull her slipping garment back up. "Bad enough you're soaked and see-through! I don't need you falling off and- whoa!"

As it turned out, only using one hand to hold herself onto a wet metal ladder wasn't safe. Marie realized this danger as her hand slipped, forcing her to hastily claw at the ladder with both hand and, thankfully, save herself from a nasty fall. Clinging to the ladder for dear life, Marie looked down at her exposed pelvis once more, letting out a dejected sigh as she saw her fallen panties, now down to her knees.

"Nothing wants to go right for me today, does it?" Marie asked herself. Here she was, facing another nasty dilemma. She needed to keep climbing the ladder, but doing so would mean losing her panties. Unfortunately, there was nowhere else for Marie to go...

Gritting her teeth, Marie took a deep breath and began to climb the ladder once more, trying to ignore the sensation of her soaked panties slipping further and further down her legs before finally passing her ankles and falling off completely. The only "real" clothing Marie had left now was her transparent bra, and that fact set the poor poet's heart racing. She could only hope and pray that she'd find something to wear, or at the very least privacy, at the end of this climb...