The wind catches her skirt and rips it clean off.

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

Marie would soon find herself needing to make a mental note: she had to be _really _careful about what she wished for.

The petite nature of her skirt had already made the delicate garment highly susceptible to being fluttered about by the blowing winds. With the added factor of its damped state thanks to her having been sitting on that wet counter, it was little surprise that the soaked material was even easier for the wind to take ahold of.

What Marie hadn't expected was for the flimsy material to come apart at the seams... and before she could even think to react, the plaid garment was last seen flying away into the stormy breeze.

"You, you gotta be... kidding me...!" She voiced her disbelief aloud against the wind and rain, as if hoping for someone to disprove the stark reality of what she saw put on display for any and all to see. Her panties were there, in plain sight, with nothing to conceal them but a comically oversized belt that had done little to hold her skirt on to begin with... which was even more apparent then.

"Oh no, oh no no nonooo!" Marie shrieked and let go of the awning, backing up against the counter as much as she could, dropping her guard to cross her hands over her revealed underwear. No one was around to see, but that didn't mean she was going to let them stay exposed!

Except the last thing Marie should have done was drop her hands, since it soon lead to-