Just the Shirt

Not wanting to push your luck too far, you alter reality just a little, watching as Megan brushes against one of the book stacks, a stray splinter somehow snagging against her check shirt.

"Oh for fuck sake..." Megan moans as she tries to pull her shirt free, but it's to no avail. As she tugs the fabric tears and before she knows it she's holding the remnants of her shirt in her hands, stood there in just jeans and a T-shirt.

The shop isn't even open yet and she's had two items of clothing completely destroyed, as well as problems with her jeans. The day was starting to look pretty bad and customers might be arriving within fifteen minutes.