Just bottomless for now

Walking to her car, Melissa noticed her fluids creeping down her legs, almost to her knees! Shit! If she didn't get that sorted out quick, her skirt would be stained if it wasn't already.

Unlocking and opening the door to her 90's Toyota, Melissa quickly swiped down her skirt and stepped out of it, tossed it on the passenger seat, and sat down. She checked her phone, noticing a text from her mom.

"Hey, honey, how was the optometrist? Sorry I couldn't make it!"

"It was fine," she texted back, "took a while, though."

As she was typing, she heard a familiar young voice point out, "Look, mommy! It's that lady from earlier. Why doesn't she have any pants?"

"I don't know," the boy's mother assuaged him with a voice sighing with disappointment, "let her be, okay?"

Melissa looked to her left and realized to her horror that she had left her door open for all to see her creamy legs! Gasping, she shut the door, sent her text, buckled up, and peeled out of there, caring only about leaving the parking lot and minimizing her exposure the best she could.