Isabel's tights begin falling

(chapter originally by SpiralFelix at writing.com)

Isabel's brisk walking pace meant her tights were slowly sinking down below her hips. The stares from strangers only increased as her purple panties came into view once more. Unfortunately, the young woman didn't begin to notice this until she was already in line for her food. These tights must be too small for me now. This is the third time they've ridden this low today!

Vowing to adjust the tights in the bathroom as soon as she could, and still believing her skirt to be preserving her modesty, Isabel chose a nearby table to eat her lunch at. Barely hanging on to her ass, the tights finally slipped completely free from her ass when Isabel bent to sit down. Isabel began eating her turkey sandwich quickly, eager to make her way to a bathroom to pull her tights up again. Meanwhile, more and more people in the bustling cafeteria began to take notice of the girl who seemed to have lowered her tights enough to completely show her underwear.

A few photos were snapped before Isabel finished her meal and began to stand up. As she gather her stuff and took a step away from the table, her tights fell to her knees and she was abruptly stopped.

"Ah!" Isabel uttered in surprise as she found herself toppling forwards to the floor. Her bag and empty lunch tray clattered to the ground as she threw her hands out to catch her fall.

The cafeteria went momentarily silent as all attention was focused on Isabel. She was trying to quickly scramble to her feet, but her tights were severely limiting her leg movements. OH GOD NO!!! Isabel spent a good ten seconds slipping around on the floor, her panties on full display to everyone around her. To make matters worse, the shifting and movement put more strain on her tight shirt, increasing the tear on its back. She was eventually able to get to her feet, and quickly began trying to pull her tights up over her ass again, but with no luck. They were just too tangled and stretched, and Isabel's erratic yanks and tugs weren't doing the job.

There were dozens of phones out by this point, capturing the entire spectacle. Isabel, wanting nothing more than to be out of the cafeteria, quickly pulled her right leg out of the bunched up tights. Her shoe came flying off her foot in the process. She grabbed her nearby bag and held it behind her, covering her ass, as she quickly ran towards the nearest bathroom. The tights quickly sagged down her left leg and pooled around her ankle.

Exiting the cafeteria and running down a hall, Isabel's eyes desperately searched for a bathroom. She pushed through the crowd of people in the halls, when she felt a tug from her left ankle. She was almost sent falling to the ground again, but managed to regain her balance just in time.

Then Isabel noticed the bathroom sign and quickly pushed through the door and headed straight for a stall. She hurried inside and locked the door behind her. Her hands trembled as she fought back tears and tried to calm down. What was once her tights were now just a scrap of black fabric around her ankle. The rest must have been ripped away in the hall.

"Why me?!?" she softly said to herself, holding her bag in front of her panties, despite the privacy of the stall.

Isabel leaned back against the stall door and tried to evaluate her situation. Okay, forget the last class. At this point I just need to get back to the dorms.

Aside from her panties and bra, Isabel was still wearing a long sleeve shirt with a giant tear running up the back. Plus her socks and her left shoe, for all the good those did her.

And to make matters worse, Isabel suddenly realized...