She has a great ass, why not show it off?

Waverly was sure she was heading home. At least, that was where she meant to go. In the same way her arms and voice had made her do some bizarre things, she wasn’t totally sure her feet were taking her to the right place.

Or maybe she was misremembering. She swore it felt like she was going the right way, but none of the buildings seemed right.

What it did remind her of was… Waverly slowed, nervous. Purgatory wasn’t exactly a town renowned for progressive men, as the slew of catcalls she’d endured already showed. There were a few blocks worse than others though, ones she tried to avoid because she always came out of them feeling humiliated.

Coupled with these inexplicable, uncontrollable urges, this was the last place she wanted to be.

“Cute ass, gorgeous!”

Another heckler. Waverly winced, tried to keep walking, hurry on-

And rather, found herself stopping. She glanced back, as if considering, despite the fact every fibre of her being just wanted to get out of here.

“You think?” Waverly said. “You haven’t even seen it.”

Waverly barely had enough time to realise what was happening, before her jeans had been pushed down to her knees, her panties suddenly on full display.

The catcaller cheered, and Waverly’s eyes darted around madly, wondering why she couldn’t seem to make herself stand up straighter or pull them up.

It was as her fingers started to tug on her panties that she finally **** herself to stop, that some sheer effort of will let her resist.

She ran, she made herself run; it was like forcing herself to move through treacle. Something was stopping her legs from moving quite as neatly as they should.

It felt like her brain was slow to make a connection, that something wasn’t working, but she couldn’t figure out what. She kicked something away, fleeing the man, glad to be free of-

Wait! Her jeans!

How had she forgotten about her jeans? They’d been around her knees, of course she couldn’t have run easily, she just had to pull them up-

If she hadn’t just discarded them. What the hell?! What was happening to her, how had she defaulted to doing that rather than-

Legs in full view, Waverly turned around, reluctantly making herself go back. Closer to the man, but also to reclaim her-

Her jeans. Which the man had now picked up.

Waverly glanced down, then wished she hadn’t She wanted to see how bad things were, and they were worse; all that covered her bottom half was her panties, her shirt didn’t go down nearly enough to even touch them.

All of her legs, right up to a finger’s width from her pussy, were in full view of the world.

“Hey!” Waverly said, jogging closer to the man, flushed. “Give those back, please, give them back!”

The man took one look at her, eyed her body up and down, and gave a grin that made Waverly shudder. Then he shook his head, and started backing away.

“Hey!” Waverly shouted, as he began to run away from her. “Hey, stop!”

He glanced back occasionally, but he didn’t stop for several streets, holding Waverly’s jeans tightly and making her pursue, blushing red, wishing her hands could somehow cover up more than her panties.

“Hey!”

And then she realised that the more she shouted, the more attention she was getting. She squeaked, almost stumbling, suddenly aware that there was more than just the one man on the street.

Oh god, they were seeing her in her panties, everyone was-

Focus, Waverly. Her jeans, she needed her jeans.

Wait, where had he gone? Waverly slowed, spinning on the spot. No, god no. Where on earth had the thief gone?

Then, looking down, Waverly shuddered. And more importantly, how the hell was she going to get home like this?