Return to the Lavish Chateau

You take a long look at the destinations available to you, trying to think of somewhere interesting to go, when a sudden gust of wind flips up your skirt. Your black panties are on full display to a woman on a small book stall a few metres away. You quickly push your skirt back down with your hands and tail and look up at the woman, your face burning with embarrassment.

She quickly averts her gaze, but her blushing cheeks prove that she just saw everything. Your heart begins to race and paranoia begins to set in as you worry about how many other people just saw your accident. Regretting the decision to wear this dress, you turn and hurry back home, using your tail to hold your skirt firmly against your skin.

You can’t deny that the experience excited you, but you just aren’t ready for it yet. At least, not out in public. Your heart flutters again at the thought, but you shake your head and continue walking.

You get home without further incident and head upstairs to your Momma’s room, hoping to put the incident out of your mind.