Page pushes him away quickly

Page was not interested in fueling this stranger's, no matter how nice he was, boner. She pushed him away, which turned out to be a largely bad idea.

The randomly placed bones on the pleather belt caught her suit. As she pushed him, he staggered out of the stall as the belt left him, falling between them with more of her suit.

His eyes traced down her body. Page was aghast, standing with her arms in front of her. Of her bodysuit, there were two parts left. One was the top. Her sleeve was there, all the way to her shoulder. It was attached to the strained circle of fabric that was now her top, exposing her collar, and under that, the torn tattered bits were just high enough to show the bottom of the curve of her breasts.

The bottom was, though, gone. There was a circle around her left leg of remaining scrap, but the rest was torn to his belt. Across her hips was only her own useless belt, which circled around her front right at the pelvic line at an angle. In reaction, Page immediately covered her crotch with her hands, and bent down.

"What the hell?" He said, though Page could only wonder if he saw. Did he? He did open his eyes after he hit the ground, but he might not have. Her belt was a couple inches thick, and in the right place. "I mean, I'm sorry!" He turned and moved outside the door, hopefully to guard it. He seemed flustered, maybe angry. She did attack him, but now, things were worse. She had the scissors next to her, and on the ground she saw two circles. Her pasties! They must have lost their stickiness from the bleach so long ago. It really felt like a while ago. A huge adventure she had just gone through.

Page was not sure what to do. She had to make it to the hotel now, but she had nothing here. Not even a phone, and she was not sure how much she wanted to take Will's help. Of course, DID he do anything wrong? Well, he certainly FELT creepy in that moment.

Page took the thin pleather belt. One side had snapped. She tied it across her hips next to her normal belt. She thought of using her own belt, but it was so loose and moved with her hips it seemed unlikely to help much.

She had no underwear. It was horrible. She shuddered at the coolness of the bathroom, hearing the constant noise just at the other side of the door. How long would Will keep the bathroom empty? Would he even still help her after she pushed him?

She picked up scraps of green and yellow from the ground. Without their stretchiness, they lost a lot of length. She tucked them into the tightened pleather belt in front and back. Their length was long enough to form a triangle shape from each of her hips down to almost her knees. It was fairly wide, and so only the outside and middle of her thighs were visible. In back, though, she had run out of fabric. She did not want to have such a visible loincloth, but was out of fabric.

The scissors! She realized her sleeve did little. She could show her arm, but show off her butt cheeks? She cut her sleeve up to her shoulder, making a shoulder strap. She took the sleeve fabric and finished her make-shift skirt (though more of a front and back loincloth). It was about equally long in the back as the front, though there was definitely a slit in the side where she ran out of spandex. She looked at herself in the mirror and noted that with enough motion back and forth or side to side, the spandex would move to reveal the curve of her butt from the sides, or a bit more of her inner thigh than she would like. Also, she had nothing to cover the ends of her hip bones, and the thin pleather belt with the bones attached to it were just as revealing as the thong she once wanted to cover up. It was enough. It had to be, at least until she got to the hotel.

She did check one last thing. The holes under her arms. Her arm pits were well revealed now, and the holes and runs along the seams across her ribs and sides of her breasts were a little strained. In fact at close inspection, ever so slightly see through. With her arms down it was unnoticeable, though, but she did not want any more tearing. Scissors would not fix that, however, so she left it alone. Her front was covered, and her back, well, that circle of fabric did nothing to cover the expanded hole caused by the shelf or the tear from the scissors. She at least had a strained inch or so across her back. She had to hope that held.