Jodie wins

The two girls stood, tugging at the trousers, but Sandry realised she was losing. Her ballet pumps could not get a grip on the floor while Jodie's shoes could, and Sandry felt the jogging trousers material slipping through her fingers.

Suddenly her hands were empty and she was tumbling backwards, to land hard on the floor.

Sandry got up, rubbing her painful rear, to see Jodie holding the trousers and smiling.

"Sorry," Jodie shrugged, "you'll have to get someone else to help."

As her friend turned away from her, Sandry dashed forwards, angry, grabbing at her.

SHRRRIIPP!!

Jodie turned, thin pink bra on display, looming at Sandry holding her blouse in both hands.

"You... You..." now it was Jodie's turn to look angry.

"Oops." Sandry managed, before Jodie lunged at her.