REALLY badly.

David and Fatima sat there frozen in wide-eyed shock. Fatima's leotard, one that she'd fished out from an old box in the closet not a day ago to paint a skeleton onto, had ripped all the way from the sides of her neck, down her sleeves, down the sides of her torso, past her hips, and all the way down to her ankles. The garment had been worn so tightly that the elastic material quickly shot off her body into useless shreds that fell onto the couch and floor.

David blinked in complete disbelief. Fatima's costume had basically exploded off of her and she wasn't even wearing underwear! Fatima, now clad in only a skull mask resting atop her head, looked down at her completely naked body in utter, stunned terror.

David, well practiced in the art of "we gotta get you out of here" grabbed Fatima and rushed her to the nearby bathroom, his instincts for this kind of humiliating exit were so keen that not a soul noticed them as they closed the door behind them.

David stood at the door, afraid to turn around to his friend behind him.

"D-David.... You.... you......" Fatima stammered.

David turned around and sure enough, there was Fatima, standing there shivering in disbelief, to rattled to even cover herself. The brown skinned girl was lean and small in build. Her bare hips were slender and her stomach flat. Her breasts were quite small, topped with brown areola's and her nipples were prominently poking out from the exposure to the open air. Most striking of all was the thick and wild bush of dark hair between her quivering legs.

David winced in second-hand embarrassment his naked friend and in his calmest voice he said "Fatima, I'm so sorry, I had to-"

"Y-your shirt!" Fatima finally said.

David looked down and saw his tank top was torn in half! Had it got caught on something on the short dash to the bathroom?

"Shit. Well... damn it. I was gunna give you my shirt to wear because... y'know...." David said, bashfully looking away from his friends unguarded nakedness. She finally realized herself and covered her shame with her hands as best she could.

"What... what do I do?" Fatima asked, her expression desperate.

David felt awful and began unbuttoning his jeans and as he pulled them down he said, "here, at least put these on. Better than.... nothing..."

David and Fatima both stared at the dark hair and bare cock and balls now on display.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." David said, humiliated that he, the guy always telling Laylah to wear underwear, had forgotten to put some on himself.

"Wow." Fatima said, looking somewhat impressed at David's naked junk. He blushed and hiked his pants back up and zipped them carefully.

David sighed and said, "Well, I can't lend you my pants... so... what do we do?"

"I dunno... god, this is really bad." Fatima said, holding herself tighter with her arms. "You still got pants though, maybe you can go out and get Laylah and... I dunno... have her... lend me some panties at least?"

"Uhhh..." David cracked the door. He couldn't see Laylah anywhere in the dancing mass of costumed party-goers. "No dice, I can't see her."

"Shit." Fatima cursed, she let her arms fall, uncaring about her nudity and she sat on the side of the bathtub near the toilet. She sighed and said, "what the hell am I going to-" Then her brows raised as she spotted something near the sink.

David followed her gaze and saw....