Your shirt got caught on the seat.

It wasn't long before our plane was called and I groaned in annoyance. Just a little time to rest was it too much to ask? Grumbling, I gripped the armrests of my seat and pushed up to my feet. I was just about to head to the gate when I was halted all of a sudden, along with a bit of a tearing sound.

'Oh shit!' I thought quickly, not really wanting to look, but knowing I had to.

Looking back, my fears were confirmed as I noticed my shirt was caught tightly on the seat. Trying to wiggle out of my predicament yielded no results, and I huffed in deeper annoyance.

"Well this is just great. My shirt is stuck."

My step-brother, having over-heard, offered me bits of advice, while our parents called to us to hurry.

"Well, you could just remove it. It's pretty torn in the back." he said

"Are you crazy?! I'm not going topless in the middle of a crowded airport!"

"Well, your only other option is to rip it completely in half to escape. Your tits will be covered by the flaps, but everything else up there will be see-able."

"Erica!!" our parents called us. "Hurry up or the plane's leaving!"

Well shit. This was so stupid to happen now. I better figure this out quick.

I decided...