On your left!

Grace turned around to find more than half the class quickly looking away. She smirked to herself even as another layer of blush hit her cheeks.

The class was doing a loop around campus to avoid the boredom of running on a track repeatedly. Grace got into position on the sidewalk to run with the rest of the class. It took Grace a second to find a playlist of her rivals that was acceptable to her ear.

Her shorts were nearly useless now, the left side was stretched so far anyone looking her way from that direction could see nearly everything if they looked. Meanwhile the dew covered grass had soaked the material on her ass and it was now sticking as a second skin even as her wedgie threatens to return with every step. Before long her camel toe was back in **** separating her pink and gently shifting on her clit with each step.

Her skimpy outfit alone was enough to turn heads. more than a few noticed her malfunction. From Graces perspective she was running through a gauntlet of faces it was past 10 now and the campus was fully awake and bustling.

Despite being in the body of her rival she still found herself blushing furiously and subconsciously holding a hand in front of her crotch. This did very little to actually cover the embarrassed nearly naked girl but did a lot to draw attention to her failing lower coverage. Her top was doing a bit better at keeping her contained at least. Even if it was doing little to stop the perky jiggle of 22 year old c-cup breasts in motion.

The distracted coed failed to notice the anti-vehicle barrier in her way until it was almost too late. she avoided the 2.5 foot tall concrete pillar but ended up off balance and tumbling onto the grass beside the sidewalk. Sitting up on all fours she felt a distinct *pop* and her camel toe suddenly felt a lot better.
Still a bit dazed from her tumble she felt for the damage and found the seam where the front and back half of her shorts met between her legs had popped loose. The only thing keeping her shorts from being an incredibly brief loin cloth was a quarter inch of rolled seam fabric on either side. As she probed the extent of the damage still on her hands and knees. A finger brushed between her lips and before she could stop herself it was fully inserted as she turned her hand feeling the rip.
Her greater awareness came crashing back as she realized she was currently fingering herself out front of one of the major administration buildings. Several perspective students in a near-by tour made the decision to go to her school that day.
Blushing furiously; she got back to her feet and began her run again. Waving to the wide eyed group as she passed.